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scolbert22 · 1 year

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Were-fatty : Muscular and ripped but fattens up every full moon

Full Moon

My roommate Derek was hot.

Like Hot hot.

Like 7 percent body fat, 6 foot 4 inches of ginger furred sex machine hot.

I had trouble seeing the appeal though, because he was also an inconsiderate douchebag. He never cleaned up after himself, and when he wasn't at the gym, he would be loudly streaming in the living room! But it was difficult to deny that he was hot. I mean beside his massive internet following, Derek brought home a different girl every night.

Well, every night except full moons...

I had chalked it up to coincidence at first, but now after two years, I had become convinced that my roommate was a werewolf. And I was going to prove it.

After months of research on supernatural forums, I had put together a collection of silver jewelry, a squirt gun full of holy water, and the most important part of the plan: A poster with the phases of the moon with a large full moon in the center.

I got the idea from xXwolfboyy69Xx, who pointed out that would catch him off guard, and that if things got out of hand I could always roll the poster up and he'd turn back.

Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but how crazy is your roommate coming home the morning after every full moon in shredded clothes?

I picked a day we both had off, and I told him we needed to discuss something in the roommate agreement. He'd rolled his eyes, but it was plausible since he was a pretty sloppy roommate. He came out of his room and sat on the couch.

"Alright bro, what's up?" He sighed.

I took a deep breath, counted to three in my head, and unrolled the poster.

Derek's eyebrows knit together in confusion, and then he grunted and grabbed his stomach. He got up and tried to head for the door, but a convulsion wracked through him and he fell to the ground, howling. His ears were becoming pointed and furry!

I pinned the poster up to the bulletin board on the wall behind me, and grabbed the squirt gun out of the back of my pants, training it on him.

My poor roomie shredded his shirt, convulsing on the floor, clawing at his torso. I watched as his red body hair thickened, becoming denser across his chest, shoulders and back. Then I realized he was getting bigger...but not in the way I'd anticipated.

I watched as his pale, freckled flesh began to surge forward in pulses, his abs softening, and then vanishing. Now a belly forming, and then a sizable gut. He rolled over, and I watched a pair of love handles bloom, round and wobbling and...biteable. They pushed down the waistband of his pants, beginning to reveal a very different pale white moon from the one pinned on our notice board. Over his exposed crack, a fluffy ginger tail slowly sprouted. His growling and grunting began to fade.

Finally, the plump ginger rolled onto his back again, laying spreadeagle on the floor. His plump white belly rose and fell as his breathing levelled out. I looked at this giant man that had once been my svelte fuckboi roommate. At this size, with all that hair, I kind of saw the appeal. In fact, even with the ears and tail he was the hottest I'd ever seen him. But he could still be dangerous.

Hesitantly, I reached out with my free hand and placed it on his belly. Instantly, the chubby dude's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at me. I feared the worst until his long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth and he started panting happily.

I set to work scratching the werewolf's wobbling belly and he kicked in delight, whimpering and panting. I reached up and played with one of his giant new man-tits too, which elicited a howl that I could only take as approving.

"So this is what you were hiding from me, huh boy?" I baby talked the giant man-beast, scratching under his bearded chin. "Well, I think I like you much better this way! Who's my big boy? You are!" Derek licked my face in response. I looked up at the poster I'd pinned to the wall and smiled to myself. Immediately, I got up and opened sat at Derek's computer setup. He'd never let me touch it before, but now he trotted behind me, setting his round head in my lap and looking up at me lovingly. I opened his Amazon account.

"Now let's see...We'll need a couple more of those posters, just to make sure we have a full moon every day," I smirked down at my much more agreeable roommate. "And then...collar, dog bed... Do you think Purina makes werewolf chow?"

#male tf #male weight gain #werewolf

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.” He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head, limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #werewolf x reader #werewolves #monster/human

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everafterfics · 2 years

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Puppy Love [Viktor x GN Werewolf Reader]

What can I say? I like werewolves. I might write another werewolf fic, but we will see

Synopsis: You try your best to stay locked in your apartment every full moon, but this time you had to break free. Lured by the smell of your best friend you end up spending the night with Viktor

Warnings: Nudity, Mentions of Arousal

Plopping down on the couch you let out a long groan. It had taken you almost a month but you finally got your apartment clean and put back together. Just in time to wreck it again. This was a constant cycle for you. Clean your apartment, the full moon rises, you turn into a werewolf, you trash the apartment in an attempt to get out and most likely kill someone. Rinse and repeat.

You’d been this way since you were bitten by a strange wolf on a camping trip in the mountains outside of Piltover several years ago. The irony was that you didn’t even want to go on that trip, but your parents insisted. Something about one last family trip before you moved to the big city of progress.

It was definitely a relief that you moved out after being bitten. You live by yourself, so there is no chance of hurting anyone as long as you can keep yourself locked up every full moon. You can’t even imagine the damage you may have caused if you remained in the small town you grew up in. In that house with your brothers and sisters.

You fiddled with the pendant around your neck. Your parents had given it to you the day you moved to Piltover. A charm that held your family crest, to remind you where you came from. “Maybe i should try locking myself in my room. At least that might minimize the damage to the rest of the apartment.” You thought out loud. Honestly if you weren’t such a neat freak you wouldn’t even bother cleaning the damage every month, but you couldn’t stand to live in a pigsty.

You looked to the clock, 7:30. The summer sun would be setting soon. Sighing, you pushed yourself off of the couch and headed for your room. You closed the door behind you as you entered and laid down on your bed to wait for the sun to set.

You accidentally drifted off to sleep only to be awoken moments later by a tantalizing scent entering your nose. Your eyes opened to reveal pupils that had turned golden in color, a sign that the transformation was beginning. You shot up from your bed and took a long breath through your nose. Following the scent you found that your window was open a crack. Looking out the window wasn’t enough, it wasn’t at the right angle to see what smelled so good. Your instincts took over, completely forgetting that you had to stay inside, you left your room and went to the balcony outside the living room. Your nostrils flared when the scent got stronger. You looked down and saw where it was coming from, or rather… who.

“Viktor.” A low whine came from your throat, hardly even human at this point due to your quickly forming muzzle. Viktor was one of the scientists who invented Hextech and he had been your best friend since attending the Academy together. You’ve had a huge crush on him for while, but never wanted to admit it. You couldn’t put him at risk with your…condition.

Your eyes focused on him walking up the street, a coffee in his hand. You rushed to your front door, trying desperately to open it with your hands that were quickly starting to gain mass as they shifted to large paws. Something inside you was pulling you towards Viktor, some deep primal connection.

You ran down the apartment stairs, hardly even feeling your bare feet shifting into massive paws. Once outside you instinctively drop to all fours and begin to run, hoping to catch up to him. With each stride your legs became more canine, small rips forming on the sides of your pants as your thighs bulked up. A tail stretched behind you, increasing your mobility and balance. You followed the scent with large inhales through your snout. Each breath expanding your chest outwards, almost stretching your shirt to its limit. With the growth of thick fur all over your body, your transformation was almost complete. You’d be not quite a wolf but also not human, something in between.

Several people jumped out of your way when you ran by. They let out a shout when they saw you, though in the dim lighting of the early evening it was hard to see what exactly ran past them. You didn’t care, your attention was focused on Viktor. His scent was so close now you could hardly stand it. Another animalistic whine left your throat when he came into view.

You jumped and landed in front of Viktor, who dropped his coffee and almost fell over in shock. You placed one large paw in front of the other and you took to your hind legs. Now standing over Viktor with the light of the full moon shining behind your wolf-human hybrid body, you looked intimidatingly terrifying.

Viktor wanted to scream but his voice got caught in his throat. When you took a step forward he stumbled back. Getting caught under his bad leg, he ended up falling to the ground.

Seeing his frightened eyes, you let out a whine, dropped back to all fours your body taking on an even more canine shape, and backed up. After the initial shock had faded Viktor leaned forward with curiosity. You stared at him with large pleading eyes. Viktor adjusted onto his hands and knees to mimic you. When he started to slowly crawl towards you, you backed up a step. Viktor stopped moving and held out a hand instead. Slowly you crept forward and leaned into his hand until he was stroking your face. His large calloused hand scratched the side of your muzzle and up towards your large wolf ears.“You’re not going to hurt me are you?” His question came out as more of an observational statement.

He stoked his hand down to under your chin. You closed your eyes and lifted your head with his touch. It was then that he saw the necklace you were wearing. It was a lot tighter around your neck now, but not enough to choke you. You wore that necklace every day, and Viktor knew that. He stared at it and then back to your face. “Y/N?”

Hearing your name you began to wag your tail. You licked his face for a dog like kiss, which caught him very off guard.

He wiped the slobber off and began to stammer. “What happened to you? How are you- you’re some sort of werewolf?” You tilted your head at his words. You didn’t exactly understand what he was asking, your brain working more on primal instinct than intelligent thought.

Viktor sighed grabbed his crutch and hoisted himself to his feet. “Let’s get you back to the lab. I’m beginning to think that being out in the open is not your safest option.” He said glancing to the onlookers, who were probably thinking of calling enforcers at this very moment.

You stood onto your hind legs to mimic him. Your spine shifted from a four legged position to one suited for two legs, and your body shifted to look more anthropomorphic. Normally you were shorter than Viktor, but your wolf-like form added extra height so that you now stood just as tall. He took a couple of steps past you and when you didn’t follow he look back at you. “Come. Let’s go.”

With his command you joined him at his side. It was an awfully strange image, a large wolf creature walking alongside the tired scientist. The judging glances from the public did not seem to bother Viktor. You on the other hand occasionally snarled at those who came to close before pushing yourself against Viktor as though he were yours and only yours, and you were his loyal guard wolf.

Once you finally reached the lab you dropped to all fours, seamlessly shifting into the form of an actual wolf, and ran around the room like an excited dog who had just came home from a walk. This elicited a small chuckle from Viktor. He let you run around as he made his way over to his desk. He sat down on the stool and watched you.

You stopped running for a moment and began scratching at the clothes on your body, suddenly finding them all too restricting. Viktors face flushed when your clothes fell to the floor in tatters and he averted his eyes. You shook out your fur, the only thing keeping Viktor from seeing all of your private parts.

You looked at him with large puppy dog eyes and sauntered towards him. You snuck your way between his legs and sat down, letting out a huff when you placed your head on once of them. Viktor hesitated to touch you at first. As a wolf you couldn’t really give your full consent to being pet, but when you looked up at him with those pleading golden eyes he couldn’t resist scratching behind your ears. Your tail caused a loud plopping sound each time it rose and hit the ground with your joy.

“You will have to tell me everything when you’re human again.” Viktor said as he gently looked down at your content face.

After several minutes Viktor removed his hand. His eyebrows scrunched together, a thought passing his mind. “Though perhaps you don’t know about this yourself?” You looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Y/N, I need to get up for a moment. Please move out of my way.” When you didn’t move he sighed. “Perhaps only simple commands then. Y/N. Move.” Like an obedient dog you stood up and moved out of his way.

Viktor got up and went to a side table to retrieve a blank journal. He’d decided to document his findings on your lycanthropy. Maybe it would be useful to you, and he hoped you’d appreciate it.

He returned to his seat but turned towards the desk and started writing notes.

When in werewolf form they only seem to respond to simple commands. My hypothesis is that the lycanthropy causes the cursed to act on primal instincts, and to have a wolfs brain

Perhaps this instinct is why they have become overly affectionate with me, similar to a dog and it’s master. Could this be due to our close friendship or something else entirely? I shall ask them about it later

Seeing no access to Viktor in your four legged form you shifted back to a two legged one. You peered over his shoulder, tail wagging behind you. He glanced briefly at you from the corner of his eyes and jotted down another note.

Most interesting is their ability to shift between the form of a full wolf and one of a human-wolf hybrid. I’m unsure how this works aside from the form being dependent of them being on four legs or two. They seem to have complete control over these changes and as far as I can tell it is painless

You whined to try and get his attention. “I am writing these notes for you too. Perhaps you could be a little more patient.” He was mostly joking with himself, he knew full well that you barely understood when he spoke in longer sentences. The wining continued and finally Viktor put down his pen and turned towards you. “Alright. What do you want?”

You changed back to a four legged stance again and moved between his legs again. Your nose pressed into his crotch and he immediately pushed you away. “Absolutely not!” He shouted with a large blush on his face.

You stumbled backwards and began to whine. “I am sorry Y/N. Perhaps if you were human I would entertain the thought, but-“ Viktor stopped before he could continue his sentence. He found himself embarrassed by the fact that he had become aroused at the thought of you touching him like that. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind and he turned back towards the desk. “Go sit somewhere.” He ordered with a flick of his hand.

You obediently obeyed. You sulked on your way to the couch in the corner of the room. You climbed up and laid with your head on your front paws, continuing to watch Viktor from afar.

They seem to have an increase in arousal as evidenced from their interest in my genitals in me. Unsure if that interest lies in their human form as well or is only present due to being the only person around them.

Viktor crossed out the word genitals after writing it, a deep blush on his face. He was trying to play the part of objective scientist but his feelings were overwhelming him. He was hesitant to write the note down in the first place. He planned on showing you this journal when you were human again, but was worried what sort of reaction you might have from learning that particular fact. Still, you had a right to know… that is if you didn’t already remember this evenings events.

Part of him hoped you did harbor hidden feelings for him. He briefly looked back at you and you lifted your head and wagged your tail at him. “Do you actually feel this way about me or is it just animal instinct?” He mumbled and placed his head in his hands. He hadn’t even considered having these kinds of feelings for you before. Though thinking about it now his heart often fluttered when you entered a room. Your touch sent shivers down his spine. A single look from you gave him butterflies in his stomach. How could he have missed all of those signals? Why did he just write them off instead of heeding their warnings?

Viktor shook his head to clear his thoughts. He let out a deep sigh and began to write again.

I have several hypotheses I wish to test on the next full moon. The most curious being if they have an aversion to silver as the legends say. However, I don’t want to move forward with any forms of testing without explicit permission from them.

Viktor closed the book after that note. He took his crutch in his arm and stood back up to walk to the couch you were sitting on. When he neared you lifted your head to him. He stared at you for several minutes, examining your form. How your coat coloration perfectly matched your human hair. How your eyes, though now golden, still resembled your own gentle eyes that he admired so much. Finally he took a seat beside you and placed his hand atop your head. He gently stroked from the top of your head to the base of your neck. He worried that if he ventured farther down your back it may be seen as inappropriate. After all, he had no idea if you’d even have any memory of this night.

You looked up and him taking in the tired look that he always had on his face. You hopped off of the couch and started nudging his legs up in a futile attempt to get him to lay down. “I told you no. You will not be touching me like that in this state.”

You huffed in aggravation and changed to a two legged stance. With a more humanoid form you were able to take his legs in your massive paws.

“Gah!” Viktor yelped when you forced his legs onto the couch. You huffed with satisfaction and returned to your four legged form before crawling up next to his laying body. You gently placed your head onto his chest and gazed up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Oh. Alright.” He sighed and began to pet your head again, lulling you into slumber. With your warmth on top of him Viktor found himself nodding off as well. Eventually he completely fell into a much needed sleep.

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Sunlight poured into the lab in the early morning. You groggily opened your eyes, expecting to be in your room. The haze of sleep still had a hold on you, but something felt off. Not just the setting either, there was something warm beneath you. There was feeling on your shoulder as well, one that you began to recognize as a soft touch as the haziness subsided. You tilted your head up and found yourself staring at Viktor. His gorgeous face bathed in the warm sunlight, he looked so peaceful. He was holding you close to his chest and you melted right back into that touch. Your head nuzzled back into the fabric of his waistcoat.

That brief moment of bliss was quickly replaced when you shot up straight. ‘What happened last night?! Why am I sharing a couch with Viktor?!’ Your thoughts attacking your mind at a rapid fire pace.

“Good morning.” Viktor yawned from behind you.

You twisted your torso to look at him. It was when he glanced away from you that you realized you were completely naked. You scrambled to get off of the couch and ran to hide behind the arm of it instead. You were right behind Viktor, sitting on the cold floor with your legs pulled to your chest. “What happened?” You whispered.

“So you don’t remember?”

“I never do.” You stated. Viktor hummed in response. “I didn’t… hurt you… did I?”

Viktor laughed. “You scared me half to death at first. But no. You did not hurt me.” You were silent for a long time. “Do you usually hurt someone?” He finally asked.

“I don’t think so. Ive never woken up outside of my apartment before. I usually lock myself up in there and wake up to the place completely trashed.”

“I see. So you believed yourself to be violent then?” Viktor sat himself up but kept his eyes peeled to the ground in front of him.

“Why else would I tear the place apart?”

“Because you wanted freedom? Maybe a friend?” Viktor placed one of his hands on your head. The touch caused you shudder. “You did act more like a puppy than a wolf.”

You felt his hand leave your head and a few moments later a blanket was being thrown over you. You looked up at him with large eyes. “I suppose now I know why you’ve always had the most effective puppy dog eyes.” His offhand comment made you laugh. Viktor went over to his desk and returned with a journal. “I recorded some of my observations from last night. Perhaps they can be of some use to you.” He placed the journal beside you.

The door to the lab creaked open to disturb the quiet scene between the two of you. “Why am I not surprised to find you here so early.” Jayce commented with a hint of laughter in his voice as he entered the lab. You pulled the journal from the ground into your lap and hugged the soft blanket closer to your form. Jayce saw the movement behind the arm of the couch. His brows furrowed together. “Someone’s here with you?” He started to approach but Viktor held a hand up to stop him.

“It’s Y/N.” He said.

“Oh. What are they doing here so early?”

Viktor looked down to you for some sort of response. “You can tell him.” You said quietly.

“It’s a rather long story. Which we will share, but there’s something I need you to do first.” Viktor walked beside his partner.

“Ok. What’s that?” Jayce was confused but content in the fact that he would get answers.

“If you could go and get them some clothes. And please don’t ask any questions!” Viktor added the last part on quickly, he did not want to deal with Jayce’s insinuations.

Jayce nodded in understanding and left. Viktor rejoined you by the couch and found you looking through the journal.

By the time you finished the notes your face had gone completely red. “I-That’s how i acted?”

“Do not feel too bad. You weren’t yourself.” Viktor tried to comfort you.

You groaned. “It was me though. A part of me anyway.” You hold the journal up, open to his second note. “You wanted to ask me about my feelings.” Viktor took the journal from you.

“That is not exactly what I wrote.” He teased

“It’s close enough!” You teased back.

“Wouldn’t you rather me ask you about the fourth note?” A light blush spread across Viktors face.

Your face had never stopped being red, but you squirmed a bit at his question. “That’s the one about the um, increased arousal?” You asked knowing full well which one he was referencing.

“Yes it is.” Viktor shut the journal and placed it on the arm of the couch.

“So ask me then.”

“Alright. Are you attracted to me Y/N? In more than just friendship?”

“Yes.” You breathed out. You didn’t dare move. You stared straight ahead just listening to the sound of your own thumping heart.

“Well? Aren’t you curious too?” Viktors voice rang through your ears.

“Do you like me Viktor? As more than a friend?” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“I do. And it took me far to long to realize it.” His words sent butterflies to your stomach and a gleeful smile to your face.

You stood onto shaking legs and made your way to sit beside him. You pulled the blanket tightly around yourself and leaned onto his shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding in my feelings. I was always telling myself that I did it so I wouldn’t endanger you with the whole werewolf thing. But maybe I was just using that as an excuse because I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.”

Viktor placed a hand softly onto your shoulder and pulled you closer. “I am sorry I never showed my interest. I have never been the best at recognizing romantic feelings, even within myself. But I promise you they are there.”

Jayce came back into the lab with an arm full of spare clothing. “I don’t think a lot of this will fit you well since they’re my own clothes, but it’s better than nothing right? Oh!” He finally took the time to look and see the two of you together. “Ah I see. So that’s why you’re here so early.” He said in an accusatory tone.

“Trust me Jayce, whatever you’re thinking is not correct.” Viktor stated.

“Thank you for the clothes though. Even if they’re too big I appreciate it.” You chime in.

Viktor met Jayce halfway into the lab to retrieve the garments. “Your clothes?” He cocked an eyebrow and asked his partner.

“Don’t get jealous. My place was closest so it made the most sense.”

“Hm.” Was Viktors only response. He walked back over to you. “There is a small storage closet you can change in. Come this way.”

Viktor led you to an adjoining room, that was indeed used to store all of the old and broken Hextech projects that he and Jayce had worked on.

“Thank you.” You gave Viktor a quick peck on the cheek before entering the room. You held the door open and turned back towards him for a moment. “You can tell Jayce about me. Just don’t go into detail about some of the things I did.”

You let the door slam behind you and started to put on the clothing that Jayce was letting you borrow. You were about halfway done buttoning up the oversized red dress shirt he had given you when you heard him shout from the other room.

“They’re a werewolf?!”

#viktor x reader #arcane reader insert #werewolf #reader insert #werewolf reader

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Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. “Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

#monster fucker #monster lover #exophilia #minors do not interact #smut #tw blood #but it's demon blood and isn't red #enthusiastic consent #terato #monster x monster #terfs dont fucking touch

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sir-subpar · 3 years

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Fangs And Fur (Bf x Pico oneshot)

Werewolf Au. Because I want to. This was somewhat inspired by an animated short called "Dirty Paws"

*Warning: Swearing and Blood/Gore/Violence. (It's not that bad, but just in case)

Bf and Pico shared jokes and friendly banter as Pico walked Boyfriend home. It was dusk, just barely any sunlight illuminating the neighborhood. The two of them had just finished a dinner date, still laughing and flirting as they walked along the sidewalk on Bf's home street. Some of Boyfriend's neighbors were greeting the boys from their yards as the two passed by.

Carol, whose house was directly to the left of Boyfriend's, was finishing up watering her yard when she saw her neighbor and his date. "Hey Boyfriend!" Carol greeted them happily. "Hi Carol! How are you?" Boyfriend replied, he and Pico stopping in front of her new painted fence to talk. "I'm good, just relaxing after putting in this darn fence. It took forever, but it's worth it though to keep my little Cocoa Puff safe." Carol gestured to her mini poodle, the little fuzzball had brown curly fur, hence the name Cocoa Puff. "You should probably get a fence too, Bf. There's been a lot more animal attacks happening lately." Carol warned, Bf and Pico shifted with unease. "Yeesh, has it been getting that bad?" The bluette asked nervously. "It's been really bad, Sunday's cat got attacked the other night. Poor little guy was really chewed up by some big animal.." "Oh no! Not Bubsy!" Bf had a soft spot for animals in general, even though he didn't have any pets of his own, he always loved animals. Pico, too, felt bad for the little cat. "Did the cat survive? How bad was it?" Pico asked, never having met Sunday or her cat Bubsy, Bf told him about them before. Sometimes Sunday would ask Bf to babysit her cat when she was on tour, he was really good with Bubsy. Carol gave a look of sympathy, knowing the cat's condition. "He's alive, but it's a long road to recovery." She said dejectedly. "I've been hearing that people are setting traps around here, so keep an eye out for those too. Okay?" "Will do, thanks Carol." Bf replied, Pico only nodded in response. "Anyway, moving on to lighter news.. Are you going to introduce me to your friend here?" Carol lightly teased, tilting her head in Pico's direction. "Oh yeah! Right. Carol, this is Pico!" Bf wrapped his arm around the redheaded man's shoulders, making Pico's face turn pink. A look of recognition flashed onto Carol's features. "Ooooh, so THIS is the boyfriend you're always talking about. It's nice to finally meet you Pico." Carol teased, holding out her hand. Pico felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment before shaking Carol's hand. It was flattering to know that Boyfriend talked about him. "Y-yeah. You too."

Carol giggled a bit. "Alright, well I'll let you guys enjoy your evening. Have a good one!" Bf waved at her while he and Pico walked up to his porch. Bf held the door open for Pico, but he declined going inside. Bf of course took notice of this, as well as Pico's nervous demeanor.

"Are you okay, Pico?"

"Yeah.. I just- I should head home. I had a nice night. Let's go out again soon." Pico gave him a smile that was somewhat forced. "Oh… okay. Well, I'll call you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, sounds good." Pico gave Bf a kiss on the cheek, then he left. Bf closed his door, he was a little disappointed, if he was honest. He had hoped Pico would stay the night, but it was Pico's choice. It wouldn't have been right to stop him. Bf just decided to chill instead. Sweets and videogames were the perfect cure for disappointment.

…

Pico rushed home, the sun had already gone down, he didn't have much time. He felt bad. Not just for leaving an obviously dejected Boyfriend, but for being so secretive with him. But he didn't have time for that! He needed to get home and lock up. It was only a matter of time before the moon would show it's Damn face. He dashed down the street , finally getting to the cul de sac he lived on. He ran onto his porch, swinging open his door and slamming it behind him. Just in the nick of time. He collapsed on the floor. His transformation was already taking place. His breathing was heavy, he couldn't help but shout in agony as his body reconfigured itself into its new form. Before he was lost to the lycan curse, however, he had one last horrifying realization.

He forgot to close the window.

…

It had been a couple of hours, Bf had changed into some comfy clothes and was watching tv on his couch. He couldn't help but think of Pico. It was weird how nervous he suddenly was. Pico had been fine all day, but suddenly he ran off after talking to Carol. Was he really that flustered? It didn't seem like it was a big deal. Surely it was something else, but what? Bf sighed, it wasn't really his business, but he wanted to know what was up. He decided to text Pico.

Bf: Hey. I had a lot of fun at dinner :) I just wanna see if you're alright, you seemed off earlier. Everything ok?

Thirty minutes went by, and he got no response. 'Maybe he's already asleep?' Boyfriend thought, sure it wasn't super late, but it wasn't unusual for people to sleep at this hour. Boyfriend shut off the tv. Maybe he should just get some air. It was nice out. A nice warm summer night. A walk would do him some good. Sure he was basically in pajamas, with a mismatched t-shirt and sweatpants but who cares? He put his phone and keys in his pockets, and left the house for a walk. His neighborhood was fairly close to a nice wooded area. It wasn't really a forest, but there were wild animals around. Like coyotes and rabbits. He decided to hang out around the trees. He sat down on a stump that had once been a huge cottonwood tree, and he just listened to the noises around him. Crickets and other bugs were chirping and buzzing around. It was oddly serene.At least, it was. Until some rustling in the bushes caught his attention.

He was startled, frightened even, but then he felt relieved once he realized it was a rabbit. Just a little rabbit. But his levity was short lived when noticed the rabbit was limping. He used his phone's flashlight to get a better look. The poor rabbit was barely able to move, its flesh had been ripped apart, blood soaking its fur, and one of its legs was missing. It trembled and struggled. Boyfriend's heart sank when the realization set in that the poor thing wasn't going to make it. It was suffering, and he hated to see animals suffer. He decided to try and comfort it. The rabbit collapsed, he gently brushed his fingers on its soft little head. The rabbit's breathing was still panicked, but it was too weak to do anything. He considered killing it to end its misery, but before he could, he heard snarling coming from the bush. He quickly shined the light on it, just in time to see the snout of a larger animal swiftly bite the rabbit.

Bf jumped back in fear. The animal stalked out of the bushes that had hidden it, revealing a large orangish red wolf. The rabbit, the wolf's prey, was still in its jaws. The small rodent fell limb as the wolf's fangs sunk into its body. Bf could hear the bones crack. It didn't take long for the wolf to completely devour the rodent. Bf froze. Should he run? Would the wolf want him? He couldn't help but tremble at the large beast before him. Then it looked at him. Its eye bore into his soul. Focused. It watched him intently. Bf stayed still. Maybe if he didn't make any sudden movements, it would move on. It approached him slowly, circling him. It then got closer, inspecting him with its nose. It seemed particularly drawn to his pocket. Bf slowly reached into his pocket, the wolf allowed it, watching him. Bf pulled out a small bag of chocolate chip cookies. He had forgotten that he put those there. The wolf's ears perked up a bit, and it tilted it's head.

"Is this what you want?" The Wolf kept its eyes locked on the bag. "I'm not sure if you should have this, it has chocolate in it. Pretty sure dogs can't have that." The wolf growled, seeming to not take "no" as an answer. "Okay okay! Fine! They're yours!" Bf reached into the bag, then tossed a cookie at the wolf. The treat hit its nose before falling on the ground. The wolf appeared displeased with the assault on its nose, giving a huff before eating the cookie. "Well sorry, it's not my fault you're clumsy and didn't catch it." Bf said sarcastically. The wolf looked at him again, it wanted more treats. Bf tossed another cookie, this time aiming in front of the wolf so he didn't hit its nose again. The beast seemed content with that. So Bf kept doing it until he ran out.

The canine's demeanor had thankfully shifted, it seemed more docile after being fed. Boyfriend had calmed down significantly, no longer fearing for his life. "Well, it was nice to meet you… wolf. I'm gonna go home. I've had enough excitement today." Bf turned away from the orange/red animal, trusting that it wouldn't pounce on him while his back was turned. As he walked away, he could hear two pairs of footsteps behind him. He looked back to confirm that the wolf was following him. When he stopped, the wolf halted, when he moved, the wolf followed. "I uh, think you should stay here. Where you live. I'm going home." Bf tried again to leave, the wolf followed him anyway. "No. You stay. I go." Bf tries using hand gestures to get the animal to listen, but to no avail. Bf picked up a stick and threw it. It didn't seem to interest the wolf, but the stick accidentally hit some small animal Bf hadn't noticed before. That got the wolf's attention. As the large mammal attacked the unfortunate stick receiver, Bf took the opportunity to run home. He managed to make it to his house and close the door. Bf leaned against the wood, sliding down till he hit the carpet. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. After he had calmed down, astonishment took over. He just fed a wolf. And he didn't die! He was like Snow White! Holy crap!

Bf eventually stood up and moved to the couch. Deciding that maybe he should relax for a bit. He started channel surfing on his TV, settling on a random cartoon that was on. He could feel his tense muscles relaxing a bit. He let out a sigh of relief.

…

He had gotten through a few episodes when he heard something. Something outside.

*SCRATCH SCRATCH*

He muted the tv. No way. There's no way this was happening.

*SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*

It followed him home.

He could hear the clawing getting faster. Impatient. Instead of following common sense, he decided to open the door. His motion triggered porch light shone on the wolf's red/orange fur. It's white eyes bore into his soul again. Bf stepped aside, allowing the beast into his house. The wolf strutted in, immediately smelling anything and everything it could. It didn't seem aggressive, just curious. Bf filled a bowl with water and set it on the floor. Might as well hydrate his new houseguest. Eventually his fears dissipated. He went back to the couch, watching the wolf as it wandered around his living room. He watched the tv again, laying down across the sofa comfortably.

And, before he could prepare for it, he was suddenly smothered by orange fur. The wolf had kept onto the sofa, laying on top of the blue haired man. He tried to push the wild dog off of him, but he couldn't budge it. This was his life now. He was a man-sized dog's couch cushion now. He didn't know wolves could get this big now that he thought about it. But it didn't matter. He was stuck. This was the predicament he was in. He gave up. The dog had won. Despite the animal's weight, he managed to fall asleep. It was warm and fluffy, so it wasn't so bad.

…

The rising sun peeked through the blinds, illuminating Bf's face, waking him up. He shifted a little, still feeling the warm mass on top of him. He yawned, his eyes still closed. He petted the wolf on top of him, his fingers gently brushing its soft skin- wait a second. His eyes shot open.

"Pico!?"

The man jolted awake after hearing his name. Pico looked at Bf with wide eyes. His face turned almost as red as Bf's signature hat. The two stared in silence for what felt like forever before Boyfriend broke it.

"You owe me an explanation."

"Can I borrow some clothes first?"

"Please do."

#fnf #friday night funkin #werewolf #bf x pico #pico x bf #fnf pico #werewolf pico #fnf bf #oneshot #fanfic

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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2 bathtub and 9 folklore, sternclay, sfw, please!

Here you go! Barclay's design is based on a blue catfish.

He wanted the bigfoot assignment. Days spent tramping through the chilly forests of the pacific northwest instead of sweating off a pound a day in Louisiana swamps. But no, he’s assigned to the Loup Garou case until further notice, because one mammalian cryptid expert is as good as another.

It’s not like he’s devoted most of his career to bigfoot or anything.

Contrary to popular belief, FBI agents do not spend all their time in suits. As much as Stern aims to emulate Special Agent Dale Cooper, slacks and a suit jacket are not suitable for tromping through the mud and staving off the humidity. Between his outdoor wear and the tranquilizer rifle over his shoulder, he looks like he could be in some shitty seventies Sasquatch hunting movie.

His best lead is the strange, black fur he found near the location of the most recent sighting, and the ranger in the nearby national park assured him it didn’t come from any common wildlife. So it could be a human cursed to transform into a wolf every night. Or it could just be someone’s dog.

Dusk has come and gone before he turns back towards his cabin, rented for it’s proximity to the supposedly-Loup-Garou-harboring swamp and the reviews citing good water pressure and a large tub. Nothing like a nice bath or cold shower to wash off the heat and grime of the day.

A crack in the trees to his right. There’s something moving, paralleling him. He stops, nerves taught as a drawn bow.

The growl starts low, draws his eyes to a dark-furred shape creeping from the brush. It’s definitely canine, definitely bigger than him, and definitely sees him as dinner. Stern holds his ground, raises the rifle, not willing to fire until he’s certain this is his quarry. All doubts evaporate when it stands on its hind legs and howls. Human eyes lock onto him as the monster stalks forward.

Stern fires, hitting the werewolf in the shoulder. It doesn’t so much as stumble.

“Shit” He loads another dart, fires, and gets the exact same result. There’s no chance of outrunning it, and while he has his handgun he doesn’t want to resort to that unless he absolutely has to.

The creature lunges and Stern dodges, slipping into the water as a result. It swipes a claw out, which he keeps from his face by blocking it with the body of the rifle. His brief hope that the creature can’t swim is quashed when it prowls into the water after him. Something huge swim past his legs and he winces; if he dies by alligator instead of werewolf he’ll never hear the end of it.

As the monster surges forward, something huge bursts from the water between them, knocking Stern off balance in the process. His head goes under and when he scrambles up, spluttering, the werewolf is limping as fast as it can into the undergrowth. And floating face-down in front of him is a man, four jagged rips in his side tinting the water around them a sickly red.

“Sir?” Stern rolls the man over and, in spite of all his training, exclaims, “holy shit.”

The man doesn’t have legs. His hips give way to a smooth, grey-blue tail that twitches weakly when Stern touches him. The wound is visible here too, marring tail and torso alike. It doesn’t take a genius to put together what happened. Or that the Loup Garou won’t make it far with the bite the merman delivered. He could catch it. But he doubts the mer in front of him will survive without medical attention.

He loops his arms under a limp body and makes a mental note to never, ever tell Agent Hayes about this.

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Barclays’ whole side is burning.

“Ow, Aubrey, easy with the healing.” He groans, rolling away from the feeling and immediately bonking his head on something cold and solid. Cracking an eye open reveals a white tub and wooden wall. Cautiously, he glances at his stomach and side and finds it bandaged. When he manages another half-turn, he finds a dark-wood bathroom with a human slumped against the wall. It’s the one he saved, though he’s down to a thin white shirt and what he knows to be boxers. For all the blood there must have been, the room and tub are spotless.

He raises up, hoping for a better look at a handsome face, only to catch his side on the edge of the tub.

“OWfuck!”

The man jolts awake, is by Barclay’s side in an instant, “Thank the lord, I was worried you’d lost too much blood to pull through.” He runs a hand through his black hair, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was trying to monitor you for signs I’d have to give up and call the paramedics. I, um, assumed you didn’t want to just be dragged into a human hospital.”

“Yeah, no, not my fave.” His tail flutters awkwardly, “uh, why did you bring me here, then?”

“Because I wasn’t going to leave you to bleed out in a swamp. I learned field medicine for a reason; it’s nice to use it on someone other than myself. Or, well, not nice, but, um-”

“No, I get it. It’s just that, uh, I have lots of friends in the swamp. One of them probably woulda found me. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble or put me in a tub.”

“Oh.” The human sags a little, his confident smile faltering a moment.

“I mean, I really appreciate it. And it looks like you’re good at, uh, stitches and stuff.” He rubs his arms, “uh, sorry. I’m not used to waking up in unfamiliar guys bathtubs.”

“I’m not in the habit of keeping mermen in my tub so, um, I guess we’re even?” His smile is a little shyer, blue eyes reminding Barclay of a spring sky.

The mer holds out the hand on his uninjured side, “I’m Barclay.”

“Joseph” The man shakes it, “it’s nice to meet you. Is, um, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Is the water alright? I can go get some from the swamp if that would be better.”

“As long as I don’t dry out I’ll be fine. Uh, do you have any food?”

“Some groceries, but if you want something specific I can run into town.”

Barclay weighs his hunger and wooziness against the desire not to reveal too much, and his stomach emerges triumphant, “Does this place have a take-out menu for the South Bank Cafe?”

“I...think so? Let me look” The human stands, walking out into another room on long legs that Barclay wants to loop around his waist, continues speaking as paper rustles, “I didn't know merpeople used take-out.”

“Uh, when they live close to humans they do. As long as some of those humans are willing to pick it up.”

Joseph returns, familiar pink menu in one hand and phone in the other, “What would you like?”

“Three fried oyster po’boys please.”

The human orders four of the sandwiches and some coconut cream pie on Barclay’s suggestion leaves the mer to nap while he goes to retrieve it. Charmingly, he puts all the food onto plates and pours the bottled sweet tea into glasses before arranging it on the bathroom floor.

“Cheers.” Joseph raises his glass. Barclay hesitates, trying to remember which human ritual this is, then clinks his own against it.

They barely talk until the plates are clean and Joseph is luxuriating in a second slice of pie, at which point the human explains what the fuck he was doing looking for a rougarou anyway. Barclay has given up on his desire to study the humans face as he eats and is laying on his back, eyes shut, feeling full and content in spite of the nagging pain in his side. Joseph reluctantly gave him painkillers, explaining he was worried about how human medicine would interact with mer biology. So far, all it’s done is made him drowsy.

“Barclay? Why did you get between me and the Loup Garou?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get killed. Like, for starters, I don’t want people to get hurt, and rougarous are nasty fuckers. But also when someone dies in the swamps, a lot of people blame mers for it. So it’s better if we keep humans from getting eaten on our turf.” He feels around for his tea, finds it when Joseph sets cool glass in his hand. His whole body is heavy.

A soft laugh, “Drugs kicking in?”

“Uh huh.”

A scuff as Joseph stands, “I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’m just in the next room, if you need me.” Two steps, then a pause, “actually, let me drain the tub some and put fresh water in.”

Barclay’s pretty sure he says thank you before he falls asleep.

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Joseph wakes up at the cursing coming through the walls. Rounding the corner into the bathroom, he finds Barclay clutching his upper tail with one hand, gritting his teeth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cramp, really fucking bad one, tends to happen when I get injured and can’t swim. Fuck me if I know why.”

“Here” he kneels next to the tub, water splashing onto his white tank top, “let me try rubbing it out. Is this the spot?”

“YeahOWoh, ohhhfuck” Barclay whimpers, “that’s helping, please keep going.”

He moves his fingers down the smooth skin, muscles spasming under his hands before they surrender to relaxation. Gradually Barclay un-tenses, his whimpers giving way to sighs, and Joseph isn’t really tending to his charlie horse anymore; he’s just petting his tail.

“Thanks, Jo-”

A scratch outside freezes them both. Joseph holds up his hand, signalling for Barclay to stay quiet. It’s the window. Something is opening the window. Worse, a count of five later, the cabin groans as something heavy reaches the floor.

His gun is in the other room, because he’s not about to sleep with it on his person. To get to it, he’ll have to put himself right in the path of the intruder dragging themselves across the floor.

The door creaks open, revealing red eyes in the darkness of the cabin.

“Shit.” He starts to stand, keeping himself between the threat and Barclay.

“There you are. Goodness, we were all worried sick.”

Joseph stays still, but Barclay tries to sit up, “Indrid!”

Their visitor slithers into the room, his upper body human but his tail reminding Stern of a Cottonmouth, “We’ve been looking for you all day; Dani found blood at your watch site but not you. I even swam to the park to ask Duck if he’d seen you.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure that was your only reason.”

“Hush.” He turns his alarming gaze on Joseph, “I saw you ending up with this human in many timelines, but I put off following them for fear of being seen. But he’s taking this rather well.”

“I’m an FBI agent with the UP. Handling strange phenomena with grace is basically my job.”

“Intriguing.” Indrid cocks his head, then his face goes blank for a moment. When life returns to it, he coils his tail to settle next to Barclay, “it seems the most positive timelines occur if you continue your convalescence here. In that case, I’ll leave you be and let the others know you’re alright. I’ll stop by again in a few days. And yes, Joseph, since you’re about to ask, I will knock this time.”

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Barclay spends most of the next three days eating and sleeping, the combination of pain and painkillers making him sluggish. Joseph is better company than he ever could have hoped for, changing his bandages and sharing meals while regaling him with stories of the world beyond the swamps.

The human rises early, so he’s usually gone to work by the time Barclay wakes up. He’s feeling better this morning, so his internal clock wakes him just as the sound of water in the sink fills the room.

Joseph is bent over, naked from the waist up and using a coffee mug to dump water onto his hair. Beside him is a tube labeled, “compact body wipes.”

“Uh, what are you doing?”

The human starts, but then replies, “getting ready for the day. I have to go into town to meet with the sheriff about this case.”

“Can’t you just use the tub? I can make room, it’s big enough for both of us.”

Joseph’s whole torso is going pink, “I, um, assumed you didn’t want me randomly turning up in your space naked.”

He shrugs, “I’m naked right now.”

“Right.” Joseph gingerly sets the mug down, “right. I guess you are. Um. I don’t mean to be rude, since this is mainly a difference in mer and human culture, but would you be willing to close your eyes while I shower?”

Barclay nods, scoots to the far end of the tub while Joseph pulls the plug to keep the bath from overflowing. Then he shuts his eyes, focuses on the splashes up his legs, the change in the tempo of the falling water that signals it hitting a human body. Joseph showers efficiently, turns the steam mint scented with one of the bottles he keeps in the corner of the tub. Then he’s telling Barclay to open his eyes, towel wrapped around his waist and smile on his face.

“I feel much better.”

Barclay doesn’t bother to hide his staring, “Me too.”

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Joseph hasn’t liked bathtime this much since his uncle gave him that rubber Nessie bath toy when he was five. Barclay is a much more enjoyable companion, even with his eyes closed. Joseph's also taken to wearing swim trunks and just sitting with him in the tub under the pretense of cooling off from the heat.

It’s not like his morning or evening rinse off lacks competition; Barclay is well enough that, through the use of a wheelbarrow, he can take trips to the back porch of the cabin to swim. His strength has weakened as a result of bedrest, but he’s improving quickly, and Joseph will often end up in the water with him to help him with particular stretches.

The first time another mer pops out of the water, he jumps with a combination of joy and alarm. Courtesy of Indrid, all the merfolk in the area know Joseph is trustworthy, which means he has even more people to question for his research. This is especially good because it means he and Barclay can talk about things other than work when they’re together. Barclay’s friends also offer information about the Loup Garou. So much, in fact, that Joseph determines there is something much larger than a single monster at play and is able to convince Hayes to let him continue the investigation indefinitely until he finds his answers.

When he gets the okay from his boss, he and Barclay celebrate with a massive dinner on the deck. As the mer hauls himself up out of the water after his final dip he slips, splashing sideways into a muddy patch. By the time Joseph gets them both inside, their skin and clothes are a mess.

“Here, let me rinse us off before I fill the tub for you.” Joseph turns on the shower, awkwardly straddling Barclay’s tail as he reaches to detach the head. He knows the mer is staring at him, his usually gentle gaze gaining an edge the way it always does when Joseph is down to his underwear or swim trunks. It doesn’t bother him; it seems a fair trade off for all the times he’s admired Barclays back and tail as he swam.

He turns, intending to hand the showerhead to the mer, only to lose his footing to a splotch of mud. It’s a graceless landing on his knees and Barclays��s tail, narrowly missing the fresh scar.

“Shit, that was close.”

“No kidding.” Barclay picks up the showerhead, turning it to a softer setting and rinsing off his tail. A teasing edge enters his rumble, “careful, might think you’re looking for ways to keep me here forever.”

“I guarantee none of them involve hurting you” he shuts his eyes as he lets the mer clean his neck. Then snaps them open when Barclay chuckles.

“That mean you have thought of some.”

“Yes. Not, um, not that I’d ever act on them. As much as I love your company, I don’t want you stuck in my tub forever.”

“You just want me to visit every day?”

“Um-”

“Or take you swimming in the evenings?”

“I-”

“Or let me finally watch you shower with my eyes open?” He flicks his tail playfully.

“I’ll admit all those crossed...my...mind.” Time turns to ice as Barclay leads forward, nuzzling his nose before bringing their lips together.

“Crossed mine too. I was so happy when you said you were staying.” He strokes Joseph’s cheek, “there’s so many fucking things I wanna do with you now that I’m getting better.”

“How many of them involve this tub?” Joseph kisses a teasing line across his cheek.

An adoring growl, “Plenty, babe.”

#sternclay #agent stern/Barclay #taz amnesty #mermay #mermay fills

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icollectyoursins · 3 years

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Werewolf!Mista x Fem!Reader NSFW

Fandomhell97 on AO3 said: “Oh god I need more werewolf Mista content 😳 I don't know if you do requests but maybe something with Mista turning and their s/o finding out? Or him first turning? Maybe ended with smut?”

This was kind of cheesy, but it’s a werewolf turning in front of their S/O and it’s Mista. It’s gotta be a little cheesy! And some light angst. Though, what’s a werewolf story with out a little angst?

Mista had gotten distracted in the days leading up to the full moon and suddenly realizes this as he’s walking you home. It’s going to take everything in him to stay in control. Unless someone starts tempting him to live on the wild side...

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Wolf transformation, slight body horror, licking, biting, reader being turned on by things that shouldn’t technically be turning them on, claws, vaginal sex, female orgasm, creampie, knots.

Word Count: 1964

Guido’s eyes flicked up to the clouded sky again. He was nervous about something, but you weren’t quite sure what. Maybe he was just protective. You were walking down a long, dark, creepy forest path, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think that someone could jump out at the two of you, but you felt safe with him. There was no way he’d let anyone hurt you. Regardless, he kept looking around, hand squeezing yours out of worry. Was he afraid of the dark? You chuckled at the thought.

“Eh? What’s so funny?” He looked at you quizzically, head cocked to the side. You chuckled again.

“Nothing, you just seem a little on edge,” you tease, playfully poking his side with your elbow. His face contorts into confusion, perking up one eyebrow. “I was just thinking that maybe you’re afraid of the dark?”

Mista’s eyes grow wide and he suddenly starts laughing, tossing his head back. “Ha! That is funny!” He wipes a tear from his eye, grinning like a fool. His whole body seems to relax now, thankfully. You both let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the walk home a little bit more.

But it doesn’t take long for him to remember what tonight is. He should tell you. You deserved to know what’s been on his mind and-

There’s a change in the wind that tells him it’s close. Damn it. He regretfully lets go of your hand, stopping in his tracks. You look back at him, wondering what’s gotten into him today. His hand starts to rub at the back of his neck as he looks to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

“Ah, (Y/N). I don’t wanna do this, but um-” the wind picks up again. He can feel his hair standing on end now. God, of all the days! “-I can’t walk you home. I’ve uh... gotta go.”

“Mista! You said-”

“Yeah, I know what I said, but I’ve-AH!” Suddenly he’s hunched over, groaning in pain. “Run.” He says, falling to the ground. “Leave! Get out of here!”

You’re confused and concerned, rushing to his side, holding his face in your hands. You call out his name, but it falls on deaf ears. Was he hurt? Well, obviously, he’s hunched over and almost in tears. He looks up to you, eyes glazed over and wet. His mouth opens to say something.

That’s when the clouds start to part revealing the light of the full moon. It shines directly on Mista’s face, almost blinding him. He looks up, angry and desperate all at the same time. He starts crying out again, voice cracking the more painful his transformation got.

You call his name again, trying to pull his gaze to you. He pushes you away, becoming more animal by the minute. You fall back onto your hands, scrambling to the other side of the path.

You watch in shock as his hands deform and stretch while his feet do the same, forming into something not quite human. Fingernails turn into claws that dig into the dirt as thick, dark brown fur starts shooting from his pores. His teeth grow longer as his face elongates into a snout that curls into a snarl. Usually sweet, deep brown eyes turn dark; dangerous, but there’s still something in him that’s your Guido and he’s scared.

The transformation continues until he’s ripped through nearly all his clothes, leaving his shoes and hat in tatters. Mista slumps to the ground, exhausted. You wait a few seconds, still in shock at what you just saw. You had heard stories of shit like this, but you never believed them. Though, now you were starting to piece together bits of his behaviour. There was always one week where he would say he was busy with work or something like that. Did that have something to do with this?

God, of course, it did! He turned into a literal wolf-man in front of your eyes.

“Oh my god! Mista!?” You suddenly sprang into action, rushing to his side. You start shaking him gently, tossing aside his ruined hat and looking at his face. He groans as you brush over his fur, checking for any blood or scratches. His tongue slips out, licking over his jowls lazily like a sleeping dog would. “Mista? Are you okay?” You say again softly, stroking the soft fur on his ears.

He moans again, eyes slowly opening. They flick over to you, deciding whether or not you’re dangerous. He gets up slowly, aching from the shift. You watch him stretching and shake before he leans into your neck, smelling you. You’re taken aback, falling onto your hands as he gets closer. That’s when you notice how much bigger he’s gotten. You could tell he was almost a foot taller and he was still crouching down.

His breath tickled your neck one last time before licking the nape, making you shiver. He continued to lick, becoming more purposeful with his strokes which eventually lead to gentle nibbles that made you weak. You didn’t want to admit it, but this new feeling had your head fogging up in every way it shouldn’t be. A warmth started swelling in your core, building with every pass of his tongue. One particularly hard bite on your shoulder made you cry out.

It was in that moment that Mista regained some control over his wolf-self, leaping back immediately, staring at the still-developing red mark. Shit, he hadn’t meant to hurt you, you just smelled so good and tasted so good; he couldn’t help himself. He whined as you reached out to him.

“No, no, it’s okay!” Fuck, how did you say this politely? “I was enjoying it.” Your cheeks burned hot. Did you really just say that?

He cocked his head, blinking with large eyes. Bravely, he came forward again, sniffing and then licking the same spot. You didn’t hold back this time, letting out a light gasp, knowing it would encourage him to go further.

Quickly, he makes his way down to your chest, using his clawed fingers to carefully pull the buttons open on your shirt. It was sort of sweet watching him be so gentle, afraid he would rip your top. Eventually, he gets it off and starts nuzzling into you, inhaling your scent even more. It drove him wild.

He continued to lick and sniff down to your clothed sex. A growl rumbled through his body. Suddenly he was moving again, this time picking you up and carrying you into the deeper parts of the woods, away from anyone who may pass by. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. His body seemed to radiate heat, drawing you in. Corse fur tickled your exposed chest as he walked.

Finally, he set you down in a safe part of the woods, paws/hands sliding up your sides while his snout dove into your neck again. You weren’t entirely sure what to do with kissing him (he technically didn’t have lips), so you left pecks along his cheeks, burring your face into his neck.

Taking a step back, you began undressing yourself properly, sliding your shirt off your arms and taking off your bottoms. You relished in the way he stared at you, practically drooling. Mista pulled you back into him, pawing your breasts with thick, coarse pads. His tongue licked your cheek lovingly, making you chuckle.

You then pulled away, holding his hand while you walked towards a large tree, slowly making your way onto your back. He followed, climbing over top of you. With a coy smile, you rolled over onto your stomach, bumping your behind into his crotch.

A long, wet tongue dragged up your shoulder blade as Mista’s claws dug into your sides. He jerked your ass into his pelvis again, though, this time it shocked you. You gasped as you felt something growing against you. As his length slipped out of it’s sheath he kept grinding into you, making you more wet. You could hear him softly grunt in your ear, clearly looking forward to whatever came next.

Finally, his cock emerged fully, slipping against your slick folds. It felt so thick. not long, but thick. It made you excited knowing that you would soon be stretched out by it. Your only hope was that he had enough control in him to let you get used to-

Without any warning, the tapered tip found your entrance and he thrust in quickly. You cried out as tears threatened to fall out the corners of your eyes. The wolf noticed, nuzzling your cheek as well as licking away your tears.

“It’s okay,” you panted out, “just be ~ah gentle.” He started to move, dragging through your tight walls in a deliciously painful way. You mewled underneath him, unable to keep yourself quiet with the combined feeling of his warmth above you and his cock working you open.

Guido growled above you, placing his hands on either side of you then doubling down, pulling out completely, then thrusting in again. You jolted under him, trying to find a grip on something. You found a large root in front of you worked best, bracing your arms on it. He licked the nape of your neck again, teeth grazing the skin, making you shiver.

You brought a hand up, burying it in his fur. He continued to pound into you until the pain went away, being taken over completely by pleasure. You moaned out his name freely, encouraging him to go faster. He lifted your ass higher then wrapped his arms around you, finally able to reach the deepest part of you, threatening to bruise your core.

Now you were practically screaming under him, barely coherent enough to form a sentence. His breath felt hot against your cheek as he panted. You felt something begin to swell at the base of his cock. It couldn’t get bigger, could it?

It did. Oh god, it did. His knot gradually inflated as he got closer to his release. It rubbed against your already abused hole, threatening to push itself in. The added feeling sent you hurling into your orgasm, moaning out his name. He growls in your ear as your walls convulse around him and he keeps moving, drawing it out until you go cross-eyed.

His swell continued to tease and rub against you to an almost painful extent.

“M-Mista,” you groaned out, panting heavily. “Gentle, please. Slowly.” He groaned in your ear, a little disappointed, but he tried. He slowed down his thrusts so he was basically rubbing against you. The knot teased your clit as he ground against you. He licked your shoulder, whining as he slowly pushed the bulb into you.

You cried more as your entrance was stretched to a near impossibly amount. It was a slow process full of a pleasing pain until he was finally bottomed out in you. You swore you had to be drooling. You were completely collapsed beneath him, the knot being the only thing keeping your ass upright in what felt like a vacuum seal.

The two of you panted while he lapped at the sweat on your back, rubbing his cheek on yours. Mista held you close, making sure you were okay before moving again in shallow thrusts until the tightness of your walls gripping him sent him tumbling over into his orgasm. He groaned into your ear as his seed spilled into you, dirtying your insides.

Patiently, you waited for his knot to deflate, giving each other sweet kisses in the meantime.

“Guido, you have a lot of explaining to do,” you chuckle out sleepily. He whines in response, lazily licking his chops while his head rested on yours. “Oh, and you’re for sure walking me home after this.”

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A Child Of The Moon

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Alice stared out into the forest, eyes distant as she tried to recall her vision perfectly. A slight breeze blew by, causing the leaves in trees to move gently.

"He's close." Alice whispered, hearing his steps in the distance. Edward turned his head in the direction and the Cullens quieted their thoughts. Edward frowned, looking at his family.

"He knows we're here. He doesn't like it." He said. Alice swallowed, hoping the vision was correct.

"He's circling us." Edward mumbled, glancing at Esme.

"If you can hear us, please know we mean no harm." She called out, eyes scanning the woods around her for a flash of fur. They could all hear the way branches cracked under his feet, the soft huffs and growls, the beating of his heart. They couldn't smell him though. Esme stayed calm, seeing everyone's gazes shift to look at something behind her. She turned around, staring into honey-colored eyes. The werewolf let out a huff, making some strands of hair move back with the air.

"Hey, sweetheart." Esme cooed softly, gaze motherly. The werewolf squinted his eyes, ears twitching.

"We want to help you." Esme explained, slowly raising her hand. He growled, canines and gums being exposed. Esme halted.

"We can provide shelter and food for you. Even transportation if you're heading somewhere." She said. The werewolf perked his ears at the sound of food and the growling stopped. Esme gently placed her hand ontop of his head, feeling soft and smooth fur. He was quite gorgeous when he was relaxed. The werewolf shifted his gaze onto Edward, staring at him.

"His name is (Y/N)." Edward announced, locking eyes with the creature.

"Well, (Y/N), would you like to come with us?" Esme asked softly. (Y/N) grunted, stepping back. Esme glanced at Edward before the family went back home. Esme waited outside as everyone else headed inside. (Y/N) appeared a minute later, gazing up at the house. He grunted, lip slightly rising as he stared at the many glass windows. Esme glanced at the navy blue shorts on the werewolf's body. They were a bit ripped and dirty but otherwise fine.

"Can you shift back?" Esme asked. (Y/N) looked at her, gaze unreadable before he rolled his shoulders. It was an odd sight to watch. (Y/N) slowly became shorter and the fur began to shrink back into his body. His tail, ears, snout, and claws did the same. Soft (S/C) skin was revealed once the fur was gone. Behind, it left a toned and muscled body littered with scars. (Y/N)'s hair matched his fur color and the golden eyes were replaced with (E/C) eyes with swirls of gold. (Y/N) looked around nineteen to twenty.

"Come on." Esme smiled, leading him inside. (Y/N) cautiously did so, taking the clothes Jasper offered as Esme pointed him to the bathroom.

(Y/N) entered and closed the door behind him, locking it. After weeks of being in his wolf form, it felt weird to be human. He looked in the mirror, seeing the dirt on his skin. His hair was probably tangled and knotted. With a soft sigh, he turned on the shower and stepped in once the water was warm. He was finally able to feel clean again. (Y/N) washed his hair and skin, feeling satisfied. He stepped out of the shower, drying himself off. He slid on the white shirt and red flannel, putting on the dark skinny jeans next. (Y/N) sighed, putting on the socks and black boots. He stared at himself in the mirror before narrowing his eyes. They dressed him up in the stereotypical werewolf outfit. He could hear the mind reader cracking up in the next room. With a huff and eyeroll, he left the bathroom and followed the smell of food upstairs and into a kitchen.

"Must feel nice to be clean again." Esme teased, eyeing the clean werewolf. She could only smell wet rain and oak from him.

"We're the Cullens, by the way." Esme said. "These are my adoptive kids, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Edward."

"And I'm Carlisle, her husband." (Y/N) eyed Alice and Jasper's hands. He shook his head slightly, looking at Esme as she placed a plate of cooked pork on the table. (Y/N) sat down and began to eat.

"Where you coming from?" Emmett asked, arms crossed.

"Mexico." (Y/N) mumbled, voice gruff and dry.

"And where are you headed?" Esme sat down across from him. (Y/N) shrugged, finishing his food rather quickly. He licked his lips, looking around the kitchen.

"You can stay here, with us, if you'd like." Esme said with a smile. (Y/N) looked at her, brows raising as his teeth caught his bottom lip.

"Or on the reservation with the shapeshifters." Carlisle wrapped an arm around Esme's waist.

"You mean the weak imposters?" (Y/N) asked, a growl leaving him.

"Mutt against mutt? Who would've thought?" Rosalie mumbled.

"Shapeshifters and werewolves don't get along?" Alice questioned. (Y/N) shook his head.

"They pretend to be us, they take our name and step on it as if it's dirt. Why do we get killed by your kind and not them? They're weak but packs can take down a vampire." (Y/N) sneered.

"They should worship us. We're what they wish they could be." (Y/N) added. Rosalie let a smile slip. She liked his attitude.

"We should introduce you to them nonetheless to avoid conflict." Carlisle said with a soft smile, fishing out his phone and leaving the room.

"If you're gonna be part of the family, we need to go shopping!" Alice said, beaming. The boys shot (Y/N) a pity filled look.

"And we have to buy a bed." Esme said.

"We should all go shopping! Family time, right?" Alice clapped her hands.

"We should save it for another time, Alice." Esme said softly. Alice pouted but nodded. (Y/N) watched her walk away with Jasper, perplexed.

"You'll get used to it." Emmett said with a grin. (Y/N)'s brows raised at his words.

Edward watched Sam and his pack along with Jacob appear from behind the trees. They eyed the vampires suspiciously and cautiously. (Y/N) got out of the jeep, arms crossed as he walked over to the Cullens.

"This is (Y/N). He'll be staying with us for a while, or maybe forever." Carlisle said.

"They think (Y/N) is human." Edward said, looking at Carlisle before his eyes went over to (Y/N). Esme placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze before stepping back. (Y/N) sighed, rolling his shoulders before he began to transform. The wolves watched, surpised and confused. (Y/N) got on all fours once the transformation was done and huffed, golden eyes gleaming. He slowly approached Sam and stared him in the eye. He bared his teeth, canines and gums exposed as he growled softly in Sam's face. The black wolf growled in return but his growls turned into soft whines as he lowered his head.

"What's going on?" Bella asked softly.

"(Y/N) is the last alpha of his kind. If he wanted, he could easily take over the pack and neither Sam or Jake could do anything about it." Edward explained. (Y/N) stepped back, watching Sam before he gazed at the rest of the pack. His eyes landed on the only female and he let out a confused grunt. Sam glanced over at Edward.

"Children of the moon females are common. He's confused as to why the pack only has one." Edward cleared up. (Y/N) dropped his gaze onto Jared who, instead of looking away, stared right back at him. The two held eye contact for a few minutes. The pack perked up, glancing between the two.

"Are they telepathically chatting or what?" Emmett asked. Edward chuckled as (Y/N) tore his gaze away to look at them.

"Jared imprinted on (Y/N)." A disgruntled whine left the werewolf.

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Nate and Dave Ch. 2

Needless to say, I kept the jock with me for the night.

We had dinner at my place (Mom was very surprised to see me hanging out with a guy from the football team. We had to make up something about being together for a project and befriending each other) and I tried to examine Dave’s behavior as much as I could.

How many persons can say that they had dinner with a werewolf?

He seemed to eat like a bodybuilder in a bulk while training for a tournament (I’m sort of interested in those topics, so I know what I’m talking about).

We just did some casual chat with my mom, until we finished and went back to my room. I closed the door and looked at the jock on the center of the room. “Hey” He said with a smile.

“Got a few more questions about the… werewolf thing” I went straight ahead to the interesting topic.

“You sure it’s safe to talk about it here?” He said, looking over my shoulder, probably checking if the door was closed.

“Yeah, the walls are good” I said. Mom wouldn’t hear anything unless the door was opened, which wasn’t. “So tell me, are your parents werewolves too?”

He nodded. I walked over to the bed and sat down again as he explained “Yeah. I’m a purebred, both dad and mom are werewolves” He said, quite proudly.

“But don’t you guys have to find your soulmate?” It didn’t really make sense.

“Well, yes and no. It’s kinda a random thing? Like, some of us don’t really have a soulmate to give themselves to, so they chose to be together on their own” Ouch, that sounded like he didn’t really want to be with me. He noticed and quickly retracted though. “Meanwhile, I want to give myself in mind and body to you, for some reason. And I’m loving it, bro!”

It wasn’t as complicated as I thought it was. But I still had some questions.

“What about full moon? Do you have to… chain yourself or something?”

He laughed “Movies don’t really do me justice, huh?” I raised an eyebrow and waited for more explanation. “I just change to my werewolf form, nothing painful or anything. Just a pain in the ass if you want to fuck your girl at that night but they can’t know about your nature”

I opened my eyes, a bit surprised “Can I see your werewolf form?”

He nodded, happily “Yeah, bro! But you may want to lock your door, just in case”

I went and locked it from the inside. This was going to be really epic and mom couldn’t know about this.

Dave looked over at me and took a deep breath “Wait, bro. May I take off my clothes first? I really like this shirt”

“Uh… Sure?” Were his clothes going to be ripped apart if he changed to his werewolf form while dressed?

He took off his letterman jacket and his shirt, revealing his sculpted body. He was hairy, but that wasn’t a surprise. His torso had a small amount of hair. He probably tried to keep himself smooth, but couldn’t? God, I had so many questions.

He kept undressing, until he dropped his underwear. I noticed he was hard. I remember he said he enjoyed obeying me, and that it made him happy. Never thought it would make him this happy.

I whistled a bit at his looks. He blushed and gave me a sincere smile. “Like what you see, bro?”

“Can’t lie, I really do” I said, returning the smile.

He chuckled, but his expression turned a bit sad “Please, don’t be afraid of me, bro. I won’t be able to handle seeing my love afraid of me”

“I’ve asked you to transform, so don’t worry” I wanted to sound brave, but it was actually unnerving.

Dave remained still for a few seconds, when I noticed his corporal hair started to grow. His head also changed, the lower part resembling more and more to a wolf snout rather than a normal human head. With where his human nose used to be morphing into a dark brown spot.

The snout was brown while his body got light brown hair all over it. It didn’t seem painful at all, like he just concentrated and zoned out while his body morphed. Maybe it was magic?

His ears got pointy, like that of a Hylian, from Zelda. His brows grew thicker, and his eyes grew a bit too, they also remained blue. His short hair got a bit longer too, and messier.

Shoulders grew wider. His body was now completely covered in fur, ranging from lighter brown tones at the front to darker tones at the side and back of the wolf-jock.

His hands got those paw pads, and his nails turned into claws.

Needless to say, his cock also grew a few inches, and surprisingly that zone had shorter to no hair.

That’s a good wolfie.

A tail appeared at the start of his butt cheeks, which made me chuckle a bit. He didn’t even notice; he was like in a trance during his whole morphing process. He didn’t look THAT menacing either. It was like some kind of… humanoid wolf. Or a furry, if you prefer that way.

He looked cute.

When it was over, he smiled. Or what seemed like a smile. Four fangs where visible on his mouth, and just like I said before, I found it cute.

“Well?” He asked “How do I look?” His voice sounded a bit deeper and rougher than before.

I walked up to him and hugged him. He was like a human (really tall human) sized plushy bear and I loved it.

He hugged me back, I could feel the nervousness fading from him as he pressed me tighter. “You’re really cute” I told him after breaking the hug.

“That wasn’t… what I expected, but thanks bro. I’m so happy you don’t mind me being…” He pointed at his body “…Like this”

I admired his body frame a bit more before returning to my senses. “D-did… Did it hurt? It seemed like you zoned out while you transformed”

He shook his head, like it was the most usual topic in the world “Uh, no. It only hurts for those who have killed off another person. It’s a kind of punishment, you break the rules and you pay for your entire life”

I nodded. A bit dark, not exactly what I was expecting but still, it made sense.

I looked at the discarded clothes on the floor “Did you get naked to avoid ripping your clothes?”

He looked at the clothing at the ground and proceeded to grab it all “Uh… Kinda. I can wear clothes, but I’m afraid to rip them off when my body grows to the werewolf form” He put on his letterman jacket, but left it unbuttoned.

You could still see his ripped abs and pecs. I passed a hand over them and noticed him smiling.

“You’re cute too, bro” Then he snorted “Thought it would be weird. Saying that to another guy, but it feels right when I’m with you”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I don’t think we could make out if he had a wolf snout. May try someday, but not today.

Just then, I noticed his cock was still hard. The foreskin was the same color than the light brown hair at the front of the guy, meanwhile the actual cock contrasted with a strong red-pink.

“Hey, touch me if you want. I belong to you, remember? In mind and body”

Seeing Dave, the star quarterback from high school, telling me that he wanted to be played with was amazing.

I’m a virgin, and I don’t think I’m ready to be with another guy yet. I would like to wait some time, but… a hand job doesn’t count, right?

I gave his cock a few strokes, and noticed he started panting. Tongue lolling out again and eyes unfocused.

“You like that, don’t you big boy?” Would he like being talked to like a dog? I mean, he acted like one already.

“Yeah bro… keep going…” he panted, in pleasure.

“You want to be a good puppy boy, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah… a good puppy boy…”

I let go of his cock. I had an idea.

I went over to my closet as he returned to his senses, snapping out of what seemed to be a relaxed state. “Did I say something wrong, bro?” He asked, with a sad tone.

“No! You were perfect! But…” Got it!

Inside a box in my closet, I had stuff from when I was little. One of those things was my old dog’s collar. His name was Donut (Rest in peace).

A red collar with a little tag. I removed the tag and showed the collar to Dave. It didn’t fit his style at all… We’ll go buy some puppy stuff tomorrow.

He was a bit confused, but stood still as I put the collar around his neck and buckled it in a way that would be comfortable to him and would also stay in place.

“And… done” I mumbled. I looked up at him. “Comfortable?”

He moved his neck for a few seconds before nodding “Yeah, pretty cool. Is it a gift? From the love of my life?” He asked, excitedly.

“Unfortunately, no. It’s from my old dog, but I’ll buy you one tomorrow if you want a gift.”

He immediately gave me a hug “I want to kiss you but I can’t”

I laughed “Easy puppy, sit down”

He let go of the hug and sat down on the floor, looking up at me.

I petted him “Good boy, now human time!” He nodded and stood still as the morphing started again, but this time in reverse.

His snout went back in as his head returned to the normal Dave. His fur… vanished? It started to grow shorter until it was just like before. Dave’s shoulders got reduced too.

The pads at his hands disappeared, and the claws turned back into normal human nails.

He was again the human, naked jock, with an open letterman jacket showing off his pecs and abs and a dog collar around his neck.

As soon as his morph finished, he got up and leaned towards me, grabbing my face and pulling me into a warm make out session.

His hard cock was still leaking pre. Again, he noticed me looking and said “I’m okay if you want to have sex. Done it a lotta times and I would focus on making ya feel good, bro”

I shook my head “Not ready yet” Grabbed his underwear and passed it to him. He took the message and wore it back on. I assumed he was a bit disappointed because of the lack of sex.

“Did you tell your parents you’re staying the night? I’m worried that they’ll think someone caught you or anything” I was mostly scared about a possible couple of werewolves tracking me down because of their son.

“Did back at the dinner, also thought about breaking up with Leslie but…” he shrugged “I would be a real asshole if I broke with her via message”

I nodded, turned off the light and got on the bed.

He just stood there, then laid down on the floor. His dog manners were a mix of cute and weird, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

“What are you doing? Get on the bed, Dave” I told him.

He got up immediately with a big smile and climbed the bed, laying down next to me. (He was actually bigger than me and pressed me against the wall. It was warm, though).

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’ll make up for it, bro” He pulled me closer to him and I laid my head in the space between his shoulder and his pec. “I love you”

I still didn’t know how I felt about the jock. I mean, yeah. He is hot, and we’re supposed to be soulmates but… “Sleep” I said.

Just like if I pressed some kind of shut down button, he gave me a last smile before falling asleep, complete with an almost silent snoring and everything.

I didn’t know how I felt about this whole situation.

To summarize, and see if I got everything correctly. One of my classmates, and one of the hottest guys around school, is a werewolf. Not only that, but he has to do everything I say, without any limits at all. He’ll also do it in complete bliss because he’s my soulmate…

Does that mean he’s the only love I’ll be able to have, or something like that?

I remember him being really asshole-ish to everyone, a guy who wouldn’t hesitate about beating up a nerd who didn’t comply to what he said, or a gay dude just for being gay.

He never got to me, luckily, I just heard rumors.

But he wasn’t lying, and this seemed real enough. I even saw him transforming in front of me, twice.

A lot to process, I guess. Maybe this is all a dream? It couldn’t be, as I said I just watched him transform in front of me.

I hope things get clearer tomorrow, for now I just want to sleep.

I closed my eyes and cuddled with the jock, quickly drifting off.

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Next morning, I noticed Dave was hugging me as we cuddled together.

Good thing that it’s Saturday, I still haven’t figured out how things are going to be at school. Having some time to think was really nice.

I opened my eyes and found the guy staring at the ceiling. I bopped his cheek and he turned his face to me.

“Oh, you’re awake bro” He smiled “Morning”

I yawned “Good… morning. How long have you been awake?” I said, as I tried to stretch, but the werewolf apparently wasn’t going to get his arms off me. “And could you give me a bit of space?”

He nodded, and he got up from the bed. That wasn’t what I meant but it was still appreciated. “Uh... I don’t know, bro. A while?” He scratched his head. I noticed he still had the dog collar on and it made me smile.

Just like yesterday, his cock seemed to be hard again. Was this going to be a normal thing? I heard jocks are horny all the time, so maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with him being a werewolf?

“Can you turn your morning wood off? It’s sort of making me nervous” I said.

Surprisingly, his cock got soft almost immediately. I looked up at him his eyes were a bit unfocused again, with his trademarked idiot smile on his face.

Great, I can also control his hard-ons. “There’s really no limit to my control over you, right?”

Dave snapped out of his… whatever that was, and looked down at me. “You’ve seen it yourself, bro” He started, as I sat on the bed. “You have complete control over me, as my lovely soulmate”

I rubbed my eyes for a bit. This was really happening; it wasn’t just a weird dream.

The almost naked werewolf jock was really standing in front of me, talking normally about me being his soulmate and controlling his mind and body. “Am I making you uncomfortable, bro?” He asked again, with the same sad tone from last night.

“Why do you think that?”

“You don’t seem happy to have me around” He got on his knees in front of me, giving me puppy eyes. He looked so cute. “I’m serious, bro. I love you, but if you want me to stop bothering you…” He looked at the door for a second before looking back at me with his sad gaze.

I sighed and scratched behind his ear again. It was the sweet spot, his eyes unfocused again and his tongue lolled out. I don’t know if he was voluntarily acting like a dog, but I liked it.

After I stopped scratching, he returned to his senses and I told him “Don’t worry about that. Just… forget about it, alright?”

His eyes got glassy for a few seconds, then he answered “What were we talking about?”

Wow. That was actually scary and amazing. I think I should really think my words before speaking to him.

“Breakfast” I lied “We should go down and get some” I looked at the watch on my wrist and noticed it was quite early, 9 am. We had a lot of time for the shenanigans I could try with my new werewolf pet.

He nodded and headed for the door, but I stopped him. “Wait!” I said, reaching out to him. I unbuckled the red dog necklace around his neck. “There, and put on some clothes before going downstairs”

I knew mom would go to work in a few hours, but in the meantime, I had to follow the rules of not going downstairs almost naked.

He stared at the necklace until I placed it back on the box where I grabbed it from, like he grew to like it the few hours he had it on.

Or maybe he just liked being treated like a dog by his soulmate?

He put his pants back on, and his tee, before we both walked downstairs and to the kitchen.

He offered to cook something for me, but I refused. I could use having him around more often to do my tasks, but I still wanted to process everything I learned so far.

Besides, he’s not my… servant, of sorts. He’s my classmate, and he has feelings. Even if he gives me full control of his whole self, I still choose to respect him.

I wondered if he needed to eat like a beast, but since I didn’t want him to cook for me, he settled for cereal as breakfast.

“So, I don’t want to head home yet” He said, before taking a spoonful of cereal with milk. “What would you like to do, bro? Just say it and we’ll do it”

I thought about it, and I think I should buy him a real gift after not giving him Donut’s collar last night.

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We walked through the shopping street. Dave drove us here after finishing with breakfast.

I liked this place, it was crowded yeah, but it had a lot of interesting stuff to do. The arcade was my favorite place. Pizza and videogames, I felt like a little child in there.

But it’s not what I’ve came here for.

Dave put his arm around my shoulder, causing me to shiver a bit and almost fall to the floor because of the weight.

Still not used to his werewolf strength, and he mumbled a "Sorry, I'm too excited, bro" after controlling himself.

We went to the local pet shop and were greeted by a nice guy, who seemed my age. I hoped he didn’t attend my school, this was a big town, after all. What are the chances?

I told him we just wanted to look around, because I wanted to buy some stuff for my new dog at home.

Dave smiled and caressed my shoulder a bit when I said that, but remained calm.

We went through the store’s shelves, looking for cool stuff for my new friend.

I noticed a bowser collar (A black, leather collar with little spikes around it) and decided to grab one, after checking the measures.

Mostly because the guy just shown to be pretty big heavy and almost crushed me by putting his arm around my shoulders? Yeah.

I also got a leash. I don’t think I would be able to use it, since a high school student taking one of his classmates out for a walk wouldn’t be well seen around the neighborhood. But we could probably make up something on my room, after I opened up a bit more.

Dave offered to pay for the stuff, but I decided to not be a jerk and pay for it myself. We walked outside with a bag, and Dave couldn’t hold himself back.

He grabbed me and gave me a tight hug, leaving me almost breathless.

“Thank you so much, bro! You’re the best soulmate I could’ve ever imagined to have!” He said after releasing me from the hug.

I tried to breathe a bit, before answering “But I just bought dog stuff to you, don’t you care that I’m treating you like some kind of dog?”

He shook his head, still smiling “Of course not! I live to serve my soulmate! If you want me to wear dog stuff, I’m alright with that, bro!”

He lifted his hand for a high five, but my reflexes made me take a step back. He noticed this, and said “Bro?”

I got back to my senses and high fived with him, making him smile again.

“I love you, bro” He said, giving a little kiss to my head as we walked back to his car.

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askdragonagecompanions · 5 years

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What would the DAI companions dress up as for Halloween? (Advisors too if you don’t mind)

[I’m going to preface this by saying I am not the best at picking out halloween costumes i usually stick to like three ideas for myself, I tried my best and included the closest real life costume I could find to my ideas lol hope yall enjoy]

Dorian: He goes for a sort of sexy skeleton costume, something tasteful, something fun. It doesn’t reveal too much, and his face painting skills are great. He’s a necromancer after all and zombies just aren’t sexy, but he could make a skeleton work. He’s most likely to dress up on his own accord. He’s going to get drunk and have fun whilst looking great doing all of it.

Solas: He had no idea what to dress up as at first, and even then it took a lot of coaxing to even have him get a costume. Sera suggested something egg related which did not help in convincing him to actually dress up. Eventually he decided on a wolf related costume. He didn’t go full werewolf because those costumes were either too much work or didn’t look good. He goes for something simple, the plaid shirt, some face paint, a tail and maybe some fur accents. He actually looks pretty good in it. Solas isn’t trying to go for the sexy Halloween costume but he does want one that’s flattering.

Vivienne: She goes for an elegant costume. She’s the one most likely to be hosting a Halloween party or ball, so her costume has to look good. She would probably wear a costume based of royalty. She isn’t going to wear one of those silly costumes and she makes hers is historically accurate but also has the whimsical fantasy vibes to it as well. She might try do her own take on the Ice Queen and include winter themes into her costume, but mainly the costume is just royalty.

Varric: If he has to dress up he’s going to wear something that shows off his chest obviously. Zombies aren’t fun, too much make up that he doesn’t want to go through, skeletons cover up too much, he doesn’t think he’d make a good vampire, so he settles on cowboy. It’s a simple costume, Hawke actually picked it out for him. It was either this one or a sexy pirate costume (he’d leave that one to Isabelle, no need to steal her thunder).

Cole: He doesn’t really understand the idea of dressing up. It’s just more people wearing masks and making it harder to tell who they really are. Varric tries to explain it to him, that people dress up just for fun that the costumes are either to make who’s wearing them look nice or silly or even scary. Cole doesn’t want to be scary, but he does like flowers. His costume isn’t really as much of a costume as it is him covered in flowers and holding a pot of flowers. They’d be forget-me-knots

Sera: Oh she has a lot of fun with her costume. She loves bees and when she saw the costume it made her laugh so she had to get it right? She doesn’t like that Cole is goin as flowers, but as long as they avoid each other no one will think they coordinated their costumes because they didn’t. Anyways she pulls little pranks in the costume by pinching people and blaming it on her “stinger”

Iron Bull: Oh he definitely goes for a sexy costume. What’s the point of being able to dress as scantily as possible if you’re not going to go all out? Besides he doesn’t usually wear a shirt anyways. Bull goes for a sexy vampire look, frilly collar, maybe frilly bracelets to resemble the ends of long white blouses, but apart from that it’s fake vampire fangs and really short shorts.

Blackwall: It took him a while to come around tot he idea of dressing up in a costume. He was thinking about going as a zombie, just wear some ripped clothes and put on green face paint, but then Sera gave him a minecraft zombie costume and yeah. It’s funny enough and less work than he was planning so he’s in.

Cassandra: It is near impossible to convince her to dress up. She just does not see the point or the fun in dressing up. She doesn’t want a costume that won’t be flattering, and she doesn’t want a costume made specifically to show off and look good. Eventually she decides that if she must dress up she wants something that looks bad ass. She finds a dragon costume that makes it look like the dragon is either undead or uses the bones of other dragons as armor. Its perfect and ironic. She loves it. Once she has a costume she feels comfortable in she actually has a lot of fun.

Cullen: He’s almost just as hard to convince as Cassandra, except his reasons are just that he’s nervous and shy. He keeps claiming he’s got too much work to do, but eventually he’s coaxed to join in on the fun. He let Leliana and Josephine pick out his costume and ends up in a lion costume that’s a mix of kind of sexy but also could be mistaken as pajamas. They even get a matching lions mane for his mabari. The costume is comfortable enough for Cullen but he’s still a nervous about it all. Give him a few drinks and he’ll relax.

Josephine: She has a reputation to uphold so her costume has to look great, but she also wants to have fun with it and pick out something she likes. She settles on vampire because it’s the easiest to make look stunning and regal while still getting to be a monster for halloween. She even gets those vampire fangs that can be custom fit to one’s teeth. She lets her hair down and buys red contacts to really seal the deal. It’s an amazing costume and she looks great.

Leliana: Everyone thinks it’ll be impossible to get Leliana to dress up, or that if she does it’ll be some serious and terrifying costume. That is simply not the case. She’s had her costume picked out for ages, and it’s a spy costume with sunglasses a fake mustache, and the long coat. The shoes are amazing, and she keeps a straight face the whole time.

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maaaaaatryoshka0325 · 5 years

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Hybrid - Lee Know Part 1

Requested: I got a couple requests for a Lee Know Vampire and Werewolf so I decided to do a hybrid one 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s not going to be a series, maybe 3 chapters tops.

You held your boyfriend’s hand as you cuddled up on his couch. Your head was against his shoulder as a movie played. Chan, who was one of your boyfriend’s many roommates, sat across on the other side of the couch. Minho and his eight friends, Chan, Woojin, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all lived in two connected apartments. You never understood why they all lived together, but you enjoyed having all nine of them around.

The truth was, you didn’t know they were actually a pack of werewolves. All of them, besides Minho. His parents had broken the most sacred law, a werewolf and vampire were to not be together. But they had, and his mother had him in the process. Minho was taken in by Chan’s family after his parents were killed because of their “sin”, and the Bang family kept his true heritage in the dark. Hybrids were like both species, they could take the form of a wolf, live off of human food or blood, and drinking a human’s blood could heal their wounds. Chan, the alpha, suggested that he kept what he was a secret from you, not wanting you to be caught up in their supernatural affairs.

You started to drift off when Minho and Chan’s voices woke you.

“I have to walk her home Chan. I can’t just let her go off by herself.” Minho said.

“She’ll be fine Minho, we need you here.” Chan replied.

You raised your head and stretched, checking your phone for the time.

“Sorry to rush you out babe, we have something going on. I’m not gonna be able to walk you home. I’m sorry.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“It’s okay babe, I understand.” You said, smiling and kissing his jaw.

He walked you out and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Message me as soon as you get home.” He said.

“I will, I promise.” You said before walking down the street.

Minho watched you turn the corner and turned towards Chan.

“Do you know where they are?” He asked.

A group of vampires have been terrorizing the city, slaughtering people aimlessly. A wolf from another pack’s mate was killed. He was with a human, who he was going to turn, but they got to her too late.

“No. Eric just called me and said they killed Hyunjae’s fiance and left her at her house.” He said.

The other pack members sat around the couch as Chan explained every attack, from the first, to Hyunjae’s fiance.

“So, what do we do?” Felix asked.

“We split up and look for them. Don’t go rushing into things alone, make sure to call all of us before doing anything rash.” Chan said, looking at all the members.

As Minho walked out of the house, he caught a very bloody smell. He could only smell blood, and not their scents. Minho had the strongest nose, being a hybrid and all. He saw a small blood trial and was about the follow it when his phone rang and he saw Q’s name appear on the screen.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Minho, I think I caught their scent. It’s headed towards the Han river.’ He said.

Minho’s blood ran cold. That’s the way you walked home, the blood trail going through the ally you both took as a shortcut. He hung up the phone and took off in the direction you had taken.

Something was eerie about tonight, you could feel it. The way your boyfriend didn’t walk you home as he usually did was the first thing that was off. The way he and Chan talked in hushed voices about whatever situation they were in was off. The eerie feeling in the air was off. You felt your phone vibrate and saw Minho’s name on your phone screen, Just as you were about to answer, you felt an unsettling presence. You lifted your head and saw a man standing in the ally way, staring at you with hungry eyes.

“Hello there, kitten.” He purred. He was tall, and his voice was very deep. You back away when you felt someone sniff your neck and you jumped.

“She smells very tasty.” A slightly shorter male said, staring at you.

Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw his eyes. They were red and glowing.

“Yes, very nice.” The deep voiced man said, suddenly appearing right beside you.

“What- What do you guys want?” You stammered, backing away.

“To eat you up my dear.” The shorter one said, his eyes glowing brighter.

They both ran at you and you were frozen in fear. You closed your eyes tight, expecting to feel pain. Instead, you felt an arm wrap around you, pulling you out of the way, and the two yelps of the men. When you opened your eyes, you saw your boyfriend’s back in front of you.

“M-Minho?” You managed to stammer out.

He looked back at you with worry in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the two men stood up.

“Minho, it’s good to see you again.” The deep voiced man said.

“Yes, just in time for dinner too.” The smaller one purred.

“You’re not getting this one, San.” Minho snarled.

The two men dashed at you two at inhuman speeds. You watched in horror as they came up on Minho, but he didn’t even flinch. He grabbed the deep voiced man by the throat and threw him, but San managed to slip underneath of his other arm. Just as San was about to grab you, you saw Minho grab him and slam him on the ground.

“Y/N don’t just stand there, run!” He yelled at you.

Your body jolted out of shock and you ran for it down the long ally way. You hid behind another corner and gasped for air. You leaned up against the side of the wall and sunk down to the ground. You huffed and peered around the corner, backing up to not get caught.

You heard a chuckle and jumped up when you saw three more men staring at you.

“Mingi was right, she smells simply delicious.” The short one in the front purred, his eyes glowing a dark crimson.

“Yes, very much indeed.” A handsome man with blonde hair said softly, licking his lips. The younger looking man just smiled at you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only hurt for a minute.” The short one said before running at you.

“Y/N!” You heard Minho call out your name.

You just had enough time to see him sprinting towards you before he leaped into the air, and his form was replaced by a very large animal.

His fur shone a pretty blue black, and his icy blue eyes were narrowed as he snarled at the three men.

“Mi-Minho..” You gasped.

He didn’t even look at you, he just snarled at the three men.

“You think you take all three of us, mutt?” The short man asked.

Minho turned towards you and growled. You didn’t even have to understand to know what he meant. Run. As you got up, the two men from earlier appeared along with the other three, along with two more men. You felt fear fill you, he was tremendously outnumbered. Minho snarled at you again and you ran. You ran as fast as you could through the ally, As you ran, you heard a low growl and slowed down. A muscular silver wolf appeared, his silver-white eyes gleaming. Chan. A short, muscular, jet black wolf was beside him. Changbin. And a very pale gray wolf with dark blue eyes looked at you with such innocence. Jeongin.

“He- He’s down that way, Chan. Please, help him.” You gasped.

Chan nodded and made a low noise at Jeongin, who watched him and Changbin take off. Jeongin looked at you and you nodded as he led you back to their apartments.

Jeongin basically had to carry you, as you were winded from running and in complete and utter shock. When he walked in carrying you, Woojin was pacing then stared at you both.

“Jeongin, where is Chan, Minho, and Changbin?” Woojin asked.

Jeongin told him and Woojin took off out the door, followed by Hyunjin, Jisung, and Seungmin.

Felix ran into the kitchen to get you some water, and when he came back, you were shaking badly in Jeongin’s arms. Felix handed you the glass and you took small, shaky sips.

“J-Jeongin... Felix... What the fuck is going on?” You asked, your voice quivering.

“Please don’t be mad we didn’t tell you. Don’t be mad at Minho hyung.” Jeongin said, his eyes filled with such sadness and innocence.

“What are you guys? What were those guys? Why were they after me?” You blubbered questions out.

Felix and Jeongin looked at each other before Felix sighed.

“We’re wolves, Y/N. All of us, besides MInho. He’s a hybrid.” He said.

“A hybrid?” You asked.

“He’s half wolf, half vampire. Those men that were after you are vampires. They’ve been on killing sprees. They even killed Hyunjae’s ma- I mean, fiance,” He said.

“Euna’s dead?” You gasped.

“Yes, and they were after you, too. Thank God Minho found you when he did.Him being a hybrid has it’s perks.” Felix said.

“What makes a hybrid so much different?” You asked.

“He can take the form of a wolf, live off of human food or blood, AND they have a very keen sense of smell. Better than a normal wolves.” He said.

“Oh...” You said lowly.

“I’m surprised you’re not freaking out.” Jeongin said.

“I’m just.... In shock.” You said.

“Please don’t be mad at hyung. He was just trying to protect you.” Jeongin said.

Before you could respond, you heard the door swing open and rushed voices. Jeongin and Felix leaped up and you followed them. Your hand flew to your mouth as horror filled you. Chan had Minho on his back. His eyes were closed and he was dripping blood all over Chan. Chan quickly placed him on the floor in the living room, ripping his shirt and revealing deep gashes all over his chest and abdomen. You fell on your knees, gasping as tears flew down your face. You cradled Minho’s head in your lap, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Minho...” You choked out while holding his head.

His eyes slowly fluttered open and he gave you a pained smile.

“Y/N.” He rasped.

Tears spilled down your face as you pressed your forehead against his. He reached his hand up and wiped away your tears with his finger tips.

“I’m sorry... Y/N.” He managed to choke out.

You shook your head and closed your eyes.

“Don’t Minho, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” You choked.

“Y/N.” Chan said, leaning beside you. You looked at him and he grabbed your face lightly.

“Listen to me. He’s a hybrid, if he drinks your blood he’ll heal.” Chan said.

“No...” Minho choked.

“Y/N if you don’t let him, he’ll die.” Chan said.

You nodded and looked down at your boyfriend. He shook his head and closed his eyes tight.

“No, I... I won’t be able to control myself.” He rasped.

“Minho please, please. I can’t lose you. I love you.” You sobbed.

He kept his eyes shut tight as you pulled him up against you a little higher.

“Minho, please..” You whimpered, cradling his head into your chest.

“Minho, I’ll make sure you stop if you can’t. We’re all right here. We can’t lose you, Y/N can’t lose you. We can’t lose our beta.” Chan pleaded, his voice sounding desperate.

Minho looked at you and gently held your face before closing his eyes and nodding. He slowly lifted himself up with your help, and leaned his head into the crook of your neck.

“It’ll be okay Minho.” You whispered.

You heard him panting as he leaned his lips into the crook of your neck, before plunging his teeth into your soft skin. You closed your eyes and cradled his head, clutching him tightly. It hurt at first, but then it didn’t feel like much. You could feel the strength returning to him. his grip on your arm became stronger. Just as Chan was about to interfere, he pulled away and softly ran his tongue over the bite mark. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes were icy blue slits. He reached his hand out and stroked your cheek. Tears flew down your face as you lunged into his chest, hugging him tightly.

“Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay.” He said, holding you tightly.

After you calmed down, the other members entered the room and smothered Minho. You could feel all their relief in waves. Minho sat next to you and smiled, leaning in to kiss you. You put your finger up to his lips and narrowed your eyes.

“DON’T think your off the hook. None of you.” You said.

“Awe noona come on, hyung almost died.” Jeongin pouted.

“We owe her an explanation.” Chan said.

“No, I do.” Minho said. He looked into your eyes as he explained the situation, telling you about his parents and Chan’s family taking him in.

“I understand you guys were trying to protect me, but that me just dating Minho means I’m in danger. Whether I know or not.” You said.

Before Minho could say anything, he sniffed the air and a growl rumbled in his chest.

“They found us.” He snarled, turning to Jeongin. “Take her upstairs.”

Jeongin grabbed you and pulled you up the stairs.

“That dummy, he already almost died!” You yelled.

Jeongin sat on Minho’s bed with you and rubbed your back as anger and worry made you feel sick again. After what felt like hours, you heard a howl and ran outside of the room.

“Y/N wait!” Jeongin called, chasing after you.

You ran out into their backyard as eight wolves were approaching the house. You saw Minho first, his blue black fur shining in the moonlight. He stopped and stared at you, and you hopped off the back porch and ran into him, burying your face into his thick, soft fur. He let out a small whine as he lowered his head and wrapped it around your back. You pulled away and stroked the fur on his cheek before looking at the other wolves. A tall raven colored wolf with amber eyes stood closest to you two. Hyunjin. Then a dark brown wolf with golden eyes was beside him. Woojin. A long legged russet color wolf with green eyes stood next a slightly taller gray wolf with yellow eyes.Felix and Jisung. Then a sleek honey colored wolf with yellow eyes leaped into the yard. Seungmin.

“I love you guys. No matter what you guys are.” You said, burying your face back into his fur.

#lee know #lee minho #minho #stray kids #straykids #straykidznet #kpop #kpop imagines

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huangels · 6 years

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community furry club - werewolf!mark

a/n: this was supposed to be posted oct 1 fjdhd, also this is lowkey a furry fic but it's NOT don’t worry, also also pls ignore all typos i’m POOPED

genre: fluff+ humor

word count: 2.4k

"Mark? What are you doing here?" you stare with a hitched breath as if a ghost had just flown through the doors of the city's populated cafe.

Standing by your small table is your boyfriend Mark, tall and stiff with an awkward posture. It takes you a moment before you realize it's the unfitting baseball cap and XXL jacket hung around his shoulders that causes him to look slightly disfigured.

Mark is not what you would call human or wolf, but a median, a werewolf. When in his human form, Mark's large ears and long fluffy tail does not go away, which explains the hat and jacket. The latter gawkily shuffles over to the opposite seat in front of you and slides into the chair as gracefully as possible, but failing as he knocks his knee onto the back side of the table.

Once he's situated, his flashes an uncomfortable smile, hands placed on his knees under the table and rubbing up and down. "Visting my girlfriend?"

You push down the head of your laptop and stuff it back into your backpack to turn your attention towards him.

"Way to look natural," you tease, eyeing the tilted cap and lumpy jacket. "Aren't you hot in that, too? It's Fall but the sun is still out."

"Nope," Mark pops the p, but the sweat coating his forehead tells you otherwise.

"Really, what are you doing here? I told you I will be home for Halloween after running some errands," you scold your boyfriend. You had to visit the city to buy some final Halloween decorations like cobwebs and some candy to hand out to kids trick or treating. Having to run from one Halloween store to another trying to find last-minute decorations is more difficult than you assumed since the stores were almost completely empty. You soon gave up and stopped by a cafe for an energy booster.

"Ugh, Y/N. I was so bored at home, and I just wanted to go out and walk around, smell the fresh air," Mark complains as he leans forward onto his propped up arm, chin held in his palm.

You raise a cocky eyebrow, "are you that excited for Halloween?"

Mark's eyes light up and his tail starts to wag under the large coat, "Yes!"

Since almost every day Mark has to hide his identity under hats and jackets, Halloween is the only night where he can freely show himself to others without disguises. He can blend in with the other neighborhood freaks who put way too much effort into looking inhuman. And he even receives compliments from everyone which makes him feel confident about himself not being a normal human.

You always feel horrible having to walk past Mark's house every day, which is right next to yours, to go to school, while he is homeschooled by his werewolf family. You can see the look of boredom on his face as he stares blankly out of the window, ears bend and tail limp. And when you would wave to him from the window, he would pop up with a bright smile and wave back excitedly but grow gloomy again as you head off to the bus stop, mirroring his expression.

"So do you have a costume yet?" Mark questions, playing with the napkin atop the table. You snap out of your own head and direct your attention back to your boyfriend.

You take a sip of coffee before it gets cold, "yeah, I'm gonna wear a witch costume."

"But you wore that last year," Mark complains, huffing.

"No, last year I was a vampire," you correct the latter with a grin.

"It's the same dress that you wear, Y/N!" It's true, you don't have much of an admiration for Halloween as Mark does. Sure, it was fun to run around at night and get free candy as a kid but now that you're in your senior year in high school, people don't really give candy out to teens and Halloween costumes become more expensive the older you get. So you just stick with your black dress with lacey and black flower details. You'll buy other accessories too of course, like for last year, you wore a cape and fangs with your dress and this year, you have a big purple witch hat.

You shrug your shoulders, "that's what makes it creative."

Mark huffs at your response, mumbling a whatever under his breath, but ends the conversation there.

"Well, do you have a Halloween costume this year?" you question back with a half-smile. Every Halloween for the past two years, Mark usually just wears ripped clothes and werewolf gloves and pretends he's in the midst of his transformation. It's not much of a difference just like your costumes.

"I'm gonna be a scientist," Mark replies, tongue sticking out childishly, "who turns into a werewolf."

Before you can further tease your boyfriend about his choice in Halloween costumes, your friend from school enters the cafe and calls your name.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" she starts off, waving hi to both you and Mark, "Are you going to the Halloween party at Hyunjin's later?"

Mark emits a low whine before you answer, "No, I'm just going to be walking around with Mark but if we can, we'll maybe stop by."

"Aww, ok. So what's your costume going to be? I still haven't decided and the party is in like 4 hours."

"A witch and Mark is going to be a...scientist wolf thing?" you say, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend. He twiddles his thumbs and responds with a nervous chuckle. Mark doesn't get much interaction with humans since he's stuck home most days so he's always awkward when talking to them.

"That's cool, well I'll see you in school," she waves goodbye to you guys. Mark raises a hand to politely wave back but the long sleeves of his coat knocks over your cup of coffee, spilling on your friend. Thankfully there wasn't much and it had cooled off by now.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Mark stutters, handing the girl a handful of napkins from your table with trembling hands.

She chuckles, grabbing the napkins to wipe off her shirt, "No worries. I was just heading home to change for the party anyway."

Mark bends down from his chair to wipe up the coffee from the tiled floor. But, one unfortunate thing after another, his unfitting baseball cap slides off of his head and into the middle of the coffee spill. Mark's large wolf ears perk up as he freezes in his spot. Your eyes widen at the sight of his ears revealed to everyone in the cafe.

"Uhh, what's- that?" a voice breaks the silence. You cough as you try to come up with an explanation: expose your boyfriend or lie?

Your eyes bee-line to Mark but he's still stunned in a bent-over position that causes his blood to rush to his head. The silence after is too long so you shout the first excuse that comes to mind, "He's a furry."

Customers in the cafe turn their heads toward the commotion, maybe you shouldn't have said that so loud for everyone to hear.

"He's a...?"

"A furry- yep."

Mark now bolts up from his seat to scowl at you with wide eyes, seeming to demand why you said that. You flash a look of apology back before smiling nervously at your friend. Though, she is too busy examining you boyfriend's wolf ears.

"These ears look so real," she says, reaching to poke it. His ears twitch and avoid her touch.

You let out another nervous laugh, "yeah- he's just a very... dedicated furry. He spends a lot of time and money into his... uh- ears."

"So do you have a suit?" another voice enters the conversation, from behind your friend. "Because I'm in a community furry club and we really need some more members since we only have 6."

Your hand slaps over your mouth and you bite down your lips to prevent you from laughing, but only causing you to cough as if you're trying to get a hairball out of your throat. You can feel tears bordering your waterline.

Mark quickly grabs your backpack in one hand and your wrist in the other before he storms out of the store. You stumble behind and once you are a few feet down the street you can't help but let out a roar of laughter, bending over with a hand holding your stomach. The tears finally stream out as you laugh at the situation that had just unfolded. Mark stands in front of you, foot tapping and arms crossed over his chest. His hat, now soaked with coffee, is back on his head, covering his ears once more.

"Are you done?" Mark snarls, eyes squinting at your hysterical state. You wipe off a real tear from your eyes.

"Community- furry... club," you chortle in between laughs, trying to catch your breath. It feels like you've just gained a 6-pack from laughing so hard. "You... never gave- him an answer."

"I'm going home," Mark turns on his feet and stomps back home, but not before you can latch an arm around his to tease him some more.

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"I still can't believe you said I was a furry to your friend. Now every time I see her, she's gonna think I'm a damn furry," Mark grumbles, cutting slits into his white lab coat before pulling at it to make the slits look more natural.

"I mean...technically, you are a furry and- oh my god I'm dating a furry," you soon regret blurting out that Mark is a furry.

"I'm NOT a furry!"

"You do have fur."

"You have fur too."

"That's hair!"

"Same thing."

You roll your eyes before continuing to blend out your dark eyeshadow. You don't know much about makeup but it turns out alright with the help of multiple Youtube tutorials. Your hair is already curled and you're in your black dress. You decided to pair the dress with black and white horizontal striped tights and a pair of all black converse. All you needed is the hat which is on your bed. Now, you're just waiting for Mark, who is now trying to dirty his lab coat with brown eyeshadow and fake blood.

"I'll go get the candy ready," you inform Mark before exiting your bedroom into the living room. Usually, you and Mark stay in your house to hand out candy to little kids first and then walk around to see decorations and neighbors once it starts to get dark and more people come out to play. Then, your parents take over with handing out candy.

You grab the large bag of assorted candy and carefully pour it into an orange bucket, placing that by your front door. You get a few rounds of kids dressed in superhero costumes and princess dresses for candy before you hear your boyfriend come to the living room.

"You ready?" Mark asks as you turn towards him. Your breath hitches at how handsome Mark looks, even if he's covered in blood and brown eyeshadow. Mark had on his ripped lab coat, a pair of khaki trousers, and a baby blue sweater that is also slightly ripped and painted with red and brown. But most captivating part of his outfit is the pair of fake eyeglasses he has on, they're round and black and fit perfectly with his features. His hair is styled down and a little messy over his forehead with his ears sticking out of the top of his head. His tail hangs out from a hole cut on the back of his lab coat.

Mark looks so charming with glasses, he should wear it more often. And you probably said exactly that out loud because he replies back with, "oh, you like them that much?"

You roll your eyes in annoyance but the slight blush on the tips of your cheeks causes Mark to swiftly swoop you into his arms for a soft kiss.

The both of you say bye to your parents as you enter the dawn setting. The roads are crowded with people in different costumes and of different ages. Kids stop him to feel his ear or pet his tail and Mark is thrilled by every compliment on how realistic it feels. Parents have asked how Mark got them to move so smoothly and if it was automatic or remote controlled. Of course, having been asked these questions for the past two years, he's already come up with a made-up explanation.

A couple hours have passed as you and Mark continue to walk down the busy streets, looking at decorations and entering homemade haunted houses (Mark ended up attached at the hip to you in the houses but denied that he was scared). Without knowing, you both have walked to Hyunjin's house where the Halloween party is being held. Blasting through the front windows are rave lights and neon lasers while the bass of the dance music vibrates through the air and you're surprised that the party hasn't shut down due to noise complaints yet.

"You wanna just stop by to say hi?" you suggest, pointing at the colorfully lighten-up house. Mark shrugs with a simple, "sure."

As soon as you enter the house, the smell of sweat, cheap beer, and Doritos waft over you. Gross.

Mark and you make your way around as your school friends greet you with sloppy hugs. You try to introduce your boyfriend but the volume of the music and the state of your friends don't help. You give up trying to communicate with them and you head for the kitchen with Mark. In the cooler next to the island counter are sodas, which you grab and replenish yourself from walking around for two hours.

Before you know it, you hear someone drunkenly shout, "it's the furry kid, Mark!"

The voice belongs to the friend from earlier in the cafe. Mark and you meet eyes and then he bolts out of the party, filled to the brim with embarrassment. You run after him, feeling the sense of deja vu.

"They're never gonna let me live that down, are they?"

"I guess you'll just be known as a furry and I, the one who dates him."

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The mighty nein Halloween costumes?

Thanks for the prompt. I hope you enjoy it.

“Caleb?” Nott called, knocking on the locked inn room door. “Are you dressed yet? Caleb? Don’t make me pick this lock.”

“I’m not coming out,” he said, muffled by the door but Nott could feel the embarrassment leaking off of him from a mile away.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not bad.” Jester called next, leaning over Nott to press her ear to the door. The sheer, glittery fabric of her dress fell into Nott’s face and she sputtered, batting at it until Jester moved it away. “Don’t do that, this is extremely cheap fabric, you’re going to rip it.” She reached up to adjust the tiara on her head and cleared her throat. “Caleb! As your princess, I hereby command you to exit that room at once!”

Molly stepped up behind them, his skin greenish gray and convincingly dead looking. “Allow me, your highness. Caleb, I am dressed as a zombie out here and I look amazing. You should come out and see it. Caleb?” He ran a hand through his dyed white hair, slicked back out of his face.

There was silence in the room for a moment before a crash. “Hey, no- stop it! I’m not-!” Another crash and then Caleb stopped talking.

“Caleb?” Nott exclaimed. “You okay in there?”

The door opened from the inside and Beau tossed Caleb out of the threshold, the open window blowing her cape around her. “There. Can we go now? I was promised candy.” She was dressed like the famous caped vigilante, Commander Exandria, from the very popular book series. She had on Jester’s extra red cape and a sleeveless breastplate with the instantly recognisable ‘X’ symbol messily painted on front.

Caleb glared up at her, frowning around the fake teeth in his mouth. He held up the fur covered gloves that Jester had made him. “Why a werewolf, though? There are no werewolves in Wildemount.” Nott reached up to secure the fake ears in his hair and grinned proudly.

“It’s Halloween, dumbass, it’s not supposed to be accurate. It’s supposed to be fun.”

Jester sighed and started looking around. “Where’s Fjord?”

Beau shrugged. “Already downstairs with Yasha, looking for drinks.”

“That was quick,” Molly said. “What did he go with?”

“Pirate. He just put on a bandana with his normal clothes and called himself a pirate.”

Jester looked affronted but Molly hummed thoughtfully. “Smart. His armor does already have sea themes on it. I could have sworn I saw a barnacle growing on it last week.”

“Hey,” Caleb exclaimed. “Can I just be an evil wizard or something and just wear my normal clothes too?”

“No!” Jester said, pulling him onto his feet.“

Nott’s not wearing a costume,” Beau said, leaning against the wall.

“I’m a goblin, I was born in costume.”

“Fair enough. What about Caduceus?”Jester turned around in a flourish, her skirt fluttering around her, and knocked on the door of the room Caduceus shared with Fjord.

“Caduceus? You in there?”

There were some heavy footsteps and the door was pulled open to reveal the other cleric. He was smiling gently down at them, his hair pulled up and back with two vampire teeth poking out from between his lips. “I like this holiday.” He had borrowed some of Yasha’s black clothes, hoping they covered up most of the pink and made him look more like a creature of the night. They did not. No one told him so.

They all started down the stairs into the tavern, Caleb being pulled along reluctantly by an enthusiastic Jester, to find Fjord and Yasha seated at a table. Fjord was, indeed, still wearing his usual clothes with a bandana tied haphazardly around his head as he took a swig of his ale. Yasha sat across from him, wearing a halo headband Jester had crafted for her and possibly the only white shirt she owned. She was still wearing black pants. She didn’t own any white ones.

“An angel?” Nott asked. “Isn’t that a little on the nose?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say goblin-lady?” she asked, her face blank but her words playful. “Where’s your costume?”

Nott grinned. “Well, you got me there. Are we all ready to go?”

Beau started towards the door without waiting for an answer. “I was promised candy, I want my candy.”

Jester grinned and skipped after her, which shouldn’t have been possible in heels. “Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!”

Nott followed after her, picking up the rhinestones as they dropped off her dress and not-so-subtly sticking them in her pocket. “Hold on!”

Molly lead Caleb out after them with Fjord, Yasha, and Caduceus bringing up the rear. “I think we all need this,” Fjord said, already giving up on the bandana and pulling it off his head. “It’s been really crazy around here lately.”

Caduceus nodded. “I agree. Everyone needs a break every now and then.”

The night was young and the moon was full as the Mighty Nein set out on an adventure of mischief and sweets, putting off the worries of the world for just one night.

#critical role fic #critical role #beauregard #jester #nott the brave #fjord #caduceus clay #mollymauk tealeaf #yasha #caleb widoghast #halloween #prompts

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ok i’d go so far as to say this is a snippet more than a drabble. really wanted to write a werewolf fight and quite liked it so why not post it. also has Nayda’s reaction to seeing Jayde kill someone for the first time. all in Nadya’s pov and here’s a song rec

I retreated to the far corner of the living room, scrambling backward on the ground. There were multiple lacerations that had started bleeding from me being pushed through the sliding glass door. One in particular was screaming at me more than the rest. I could feel there was a chunk of glass buried in the back of my shoulder, but I couldn’t think about that right now. The massive grey wolf approaching me, snarling and preparing to pounce was where all of my focus was.

The wolf stalked forward and I knew I had no chance. I was caught off guard, weaponless, cornered, bleeding. The odds were definitely against me. Was this it? After everything I was going to have my throat ripped out by a werewolf in an abandoned house, hundreds of miles away from home and even further from the life I used to have.

Like a last minute miracle, Jayde came bounding around the corner in her wolf form. At the sight of me and my condition I saw fury burn in her golden eyes. The grey wolf hesitated when he saw her which gave her enough time to firmly place herself in front of me. A moment of relief washed over me. I had every faith that Jayde could handle this situation, but I also became scared of what I was about to see.

Jayde started to growl. I’ve heard dogs growl. I’ve heard big dogs growl. But nothing compared to the deep, threatening rumble coming from the white wolf in front of me. It was menacing in every sense of the word and seemed to vibrate the air around her. The sound activated something primal within me. A shiver went down my spine and every instinct I had told me to run. I couldn’t even imagine what it must feel like to be on the receiving end of it.

The hostile werewolf took a couple steps back, instinctually bowing his head. I hoped that he was surrendering, but then he shook his snout with an indignant snort, baring his teeth in a challenge. Jayde’s body tensed, as he began to pace in front of us. The loud snarl of frustration echoed through the empty house as he sized Jayde up and looked for an opening. I wasn’t sure who would make the first move. I remained completely frozen, enthralled by the display in front of me and held my breath in anticipation.

I wasn’t sure what set her off. Maybe she saw something I didn’t; the twitch of a muscle, intent in his eyes. Or maybe she just grew impatient; her rage reaching a boiling point with the scent of my blood surely filling the room. Perhaps it was all of those things. Either way, in the blink of an eye, Jayde shot forward to attack.

Jayde slammed into the other wolf so hard that she knocked the both of them into the wall. The drywall caved in like paper, the impact shaking half of the house. Both wolves became a ferocious blur as they traded blows, their battle moving towards the kitchen. It was brutal and violent and soon I caught the glint of blood on the tiled floor. I just sat there like a terrified idiot, unable to do anything but watch.

The male wolf managed to get Jayde beneath him. He went for her neck, biting down and shaking his head to rip through her. My heart stopped at the high pitched whimper she let out. I had to do something. Searching my surroundings for anything I could use, I spotted a large jagged piece of glass lying on the floor from the broken door. I scrambled up and grabbed it. The edges would surely slice through my palm if I gripped it any tighter, but I would need to if I had a clear shot.

By the time I turned to go to Jayde’s aid, she had already escaped from the other wolf’s grasp. Crimson stained her snow white fur in a few places now and the other wolf looked just as rough. His back was to me. If Jayde distracted him I could make a move.

They seemed completely preoccupied with each other to notice me so I silently made my way towards him, the piece of glass raised and ready in my hand. The tension and fear in my body made me grip it harder than I intended to yet. I could feel it cut through the skin, but I had to ignore it. I also had to ignore the blatant danger I was putting myself in. Not just my life, my humanity was at stake. All it would take was one bite, a little of either of their blood to get into one of my open wounds to turn me. Was I prepared for that possibility?

Jayde noticed me approach, panic flashing across the wolf’s features. She barked at me in a clear warning to stay away and the noise was startling enough to make me stop in my tracks. Our foe didn’t bother to check over his shoulder to see what Jayde was barking at. He took the opportunity my unintentional distraction offered to strike at her again.

They sped off once more, tangled mess of gnashing teeth and furious growls. I wasn’t sure what to do. There was no way to get to the werewolf attacking her without getting in the middle of all that. Even if I did, I realized I would just do more harm than good. Jayde would be distracted by trying to keep me alive and that would surely get her killed. It would get both of us killed.

Frustrated, I threw the piece of glass down and tried to track their movements while staying out of the way. Jayde could handle this, I knew she could. I just had to stay out of her way no matter how badly my heart screamed against it.

The two wolves broke apart again. Their hard breaths filling the eerie silence as they circled each other. Jayde’s terrifying growls sounded again in a last warning to the other wolf. This fight was far too progressed for either of them to stand down. They both knew it. I knew it. Only one of them would get out of this alive. A huge part of me didn’t want anything to do with the scene before me. The thought of watching the end to this made me want to puke. But I wouldn’t leave Jayde.

In a shocking burst of speed, Jayde leapt forward and toppled her adversary off balance. With deadly accuracy, her jaws clamped down on his throat. She used the leverage she had to force him down while increasing the pressure to cut off his air. The grey wolf thrashed beneath her in a desperate attempt to free himself, but Jayde’s grip was far better than his had been. His back legs clawed at her stomach, even slicing through her flesh. It was like she didn’t notice as she kept biting down with more force, a snarl ever present rumbling in her chest. The amount of pressure must have been tremendous because I suddenly heard the sickening sound of bones snapping and crunching. Jayde just crushed the other werewolf’s neck. His thrashing ceased and the wolf’s body twitched once before completely going still.

I stood there, horrified at the sight. Jayde told me she’s killed before. Even admitted to liking it sometimes. I was determined not to judge her, but hearing about the things she’s done and witnessing it in person were two completely different things. The way she just killed someone in front of me, however necessary, frightened me. I could tell the sound of his neck breaking would never leave me. He was dead and the fight was over, but Jayde still held him down. I saw a merciless brutality in her then that made me feel like I was looking at a completely different person. Jayde was capable of things that I didn’t even think to imagine before.

It was then that I remembered something she told me after she revealed herself to be a werewolf, “I’m not interested in being a monster. At least not to people like you.”

When she finally released her death grip on the dead wolf, Jayde looked up at me. The expression on my face must have conveyed what I was feeling because I actually saw her look guilty. Jayde looked down at the body, then back up at me like she realized exactly what she did right in front of me. She took a couple tentative steps towards me and without thinking I took a step back. In and effort to not seem threatening, Jayde lowered her head submissively. A quiet whine sounded and while keeping her body low she tried to move towards me again.

This time I let her because I felt bad. It was hardly fair considering she just saved my life. I understood why she did what she did, but it was still jarring. Something about seeing someone commit an act that I could never imagine doing myself was visceral. Jayde had so many sides to her that I have gotten to know. She had walls, but she was kind and vulnerable. She was hard and damaged, but she was gentle too. This was a side I haven’t seen. If I wanted to move forward from this I would have to accept that part of her that scared me.

The white wolf reached me, head bowed in shame. Careful not to touch any of her wounds I reached out with a trembling hand and placed my uninjured palm to her forehead. Jayde leaned into my accepting hand, silently thanking me for it. I pulled my hand away and casted one more glance to the dead wolf.

“We should go.” I murmured. “I want to go.” I knew that both of us needed some sort of medical attention, but I couldn’t be in the presence of that body any longer.

Jayde huffed in agreement and disappeared around the corner into one of the rooms. A few minutes passed and she returned in her human form, fully clothed. She must have left her clothes in one of the rooms when she turned. I could see the blood from her injures was already staining her shirt, but she didn’t seem at all concerned about it. The bite on her neck was what I was most worried about and now I could see that the werewolf’s aim had been off. His teeth sank more into her shoulder that her neck; a deep gash ran across her collarbone.

“I’ll be fine.” Jayde said somberly when she noticed I was staring. I saw that the back of her hand was wiping at her mouth and I thought maybe she had a split lip or something, but shortly realized she was wiping his blood off her mouth and chin.

I had to force myself not to shy away when she came up to me again. At least I recognized her this time. She was bruised and bloodied, which was a sight that I begrudgingly grew familiar with. Jayde’s expression was a mix of deep concern and guilt as she studied me carefully. I could see the internal battle she struggled with, unsure of her boundaries right now.

“Are you okay?” She eventually asked, looking at me with pain in her eyes.

It was then that I fully remembered my pain, “I will be. I just want to leave.”

“Okay.” Jayde nodded, not really making eye contact with me. “Come on.”

Hours passed before she really spoke to me again. We carefully patched each other up with hardly any words between us besides the apologies Jayde gave when she pulled the chunk of glass out of my shoulder. She would barely even look at me. But four hours on the road, deep into nighttime, she finally said something.

“You’re scared of me now.” Her eyes didn’t leave the road in front of her.

I looked at her for a minute or so, trying to think of what to say. “I don’t know, Jay.”

“I would never hurt you.” Jayde said quietly.

“It’s not that.” I told her. I knew she would never hurt me. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was so afraid of when I saw what she did, but I couldn’t help how it made me feel.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” Her tone made the question almost sound like a child had asked it.

I took a while to contemplate that. While Jayde’s ability to be brutal and violent disturbed me, I still couldn’t fully bring myself to think of her as a monster. The way she treated me, the people she cared about, was the furthest thing from monstrous. She was unconditional in her love and had one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen. And the situation we just went through wasn’t her fault at all. Jayde put her life on the line to protect me. The other werewolf didn’t give her a choice.

Taking a deep sigh to release all the bad energy I was feeling, I answered honestly, “No, I don’t. That werewolf that tried to kill us; he was the monster. You protected me. You saved me.”

I actually saw Jayde’s muscles relax in relief and felt even more bad. She didn’t deserve the cold shoulder I had been giving her. In not saying anything until now, I realized she was giving me space and time to process. I could only imagine how hard that must’ve been for her. Not knowing if I would accept her or fully reject her.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Jayde finally looked at me, eyes glinting with tears.

My eyes didn’t leave hers. “Don’t be. I understand why you have to do those things sometimes and I don’t blame you. I trust you. I trust that you do what you have to do.”

Jayde turned her attention back to the road and nodded. Even though she relaxed somewhat I could tell that she was still holding something back. Seeing her grip loosen and tighten on the steering wheel, I realized that usually by now she would have reached for me in some way. The fact that she hadn’t told me that she still thought her usual boundaries were closed off. They weren’t. I wanted her to feel comfortable with me again. After all, this was torture for me too.

Silently I reached my hand out, palm up in an invitation. Jayde glanced at it, then at me, unsure of what I wanted. I gave her a small nod. It’s okay. I want you to.

Hesitantly, like she thought I would change my mind, Jayde’s palm fit against mine. I laced our fingers together and smiled at the feeling. Finally, I was starting to feel better about the past day’s events. I could handle it. I could accept Jayde in her entirety. She was scared I couldn’t, but I did despite both of our fears. Isn’t that what love is?

#original writing #original characters #original story #werewolves #ocs #I started writing this TODAY #and finished it..... TODAY #how crazy is that??#it usually takes me 80 years to finish anything #anyway as always ignore the shitty grammar/punctuation #and just enjoy the badass werewolf fight and angsty gays #My writing #Jayde #Nadya #my ocs #Nadya pov

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Yulia Belsky, Monster Slayer

I was seven years old when I killed the monster under my bed. I brought one of its long-clawed hands to my parents like Beowulf brandishing Grendel's arm. Now my parents would fold me into their hushed discussions about secret dangers. Finally they would explain the long trips, strange stains, and careful routines they made me memorize and perform. Finally I would be recognized as the capable warrior I knew myself to be. I was Sailor Moon, Clever Vasilisa, Beowulf, and Stephanie Brown. I was Yulia Belsky, seven-year-old monster slayer and ready to know the family mysteries.

I dropped the claw proudly on the breakfast table. Thick violet blood oozed like runny jello from the mangled wrist, soaking through the summer-y tablecloth. I'd used a pair of scissors and the monster's other hand to saw this one off to show my parents. The pale grey skin, ragged and ripped at the cut, revealed pale lilac flesh beneath. Blood, both violet and red, splattered my pajamas and formed a trail of drips and footprints back to my bedroom. Pain echoed in the deep gouges in my shoulder and the back of my head. The monster had grabbed me and slammed me against the floor, but I had won. My parents gaped in growing horror. "It got close," I told them, misinterpreting their expressions, "but I took care of it." "Why didn't you tell us?" My mother recovered first. "I took care of it. I passed the test, right?" "What test, honey?" my mother asked. My father squeezed my shoulder as he left the room and called my Aunt Klara to take care of my shoulder. "The test to learn the truth. Aren't you proud of me?" My voice shrank with uncertainty. Without my bravado, the pain intensified. I trembled. Suddenly, my mother was up and I was in her arms. "Oh, baby, of course we're proud of you. You did so good, but it wasn't a test. There are no tests." She was trying not to cry. My parents cleaned and comforted me until my aunt arrived with her large black bag of medicines, bandages, and little vials I was never allowed to touch. She gave me one of those almost as soon as she saw me and the pain cooled. "Stop hovering," she snapped at my parents, "and let me examine the girl. You're terrifying her." My parents left reluctantly, leaving me with my aunt in the living room where sunlight glowed through the curtains. Like my mother and myself, my aunt had light blonde hair, but she wore hers wrapped in a tight, neat bun like a tennis ball stapled to her nape. After checking me over, she spread a cold jelly on my should to numb it and started sewing up the gouges. "What you killed is a somnivore, and you got very lucky. They are fear constructs and, as such, are vulnerable only to themselves. How did you do it?" I puffed up, happy to finally give my report. "It had scissors to cut off my fingers. I stole them and stabbed it." "Do you still have the scissors?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. Keep them." She cut off a thread and bent down so that we were eye to eye. A thin scar sliced across her nose and down deep into her cheek like a dimple. "Keep the scissors safe and tell no one else about them, not even your parents. They'd try to take them from you to keep you safe, but they're wrong. Do you understand?" I told her I did, even though I didn't. I liked having an adult-approved excuse for keeping my less smelly and bloody trophy. Aunt Klara smiled and called my parents back in. Five years later those scissors saved my life. After the somnivore, my parents moved us to the suburbs where we'd be safer. It didn't work. The werewolf stood over me like a giant, drool dripping from its mouth, blood matted in its fur. I pressed back into my corner, eyeing the hallway beyond the werewolf, ignoring the screams from downstairs. I gripped the scissors behind my back, waiting for the werewolf to take just another step or two closer. It thought it had won; I just needed to wait. One step. Two. Three. It wrapped its paw in the collar of my shirt. Its claws poked holes as it lifted me off my feet. As it lifted the the other paw to hit me, I slammed my scissors into its throat. Warm blood sprayed across my face and coated my hand. It dropped me and I ripped the scissors out as I fell. It clawed its throat and I stabbed it again, in the belly. When it stopped moving, I pulled the body over to the corner and rolled it up on its side, nearly crying from the effort. The screaming had quieted downstairs; I knew what that meant. I hid, waiting with my scissors, until help too-late arrived. Aunt Klara made me look in the room where my parents bodies lay, ravaged and with large chunks missing. Only my aunt's iron grip on my shoulder kept me from running and getting sick. "This will not happen to you," she promised. "I will make sure of that." And so I laughed, tears oozing out of my eyes and my stomach knotting. Finally I was to achieve my seven-year-old self's wish. Finally I was being inducted into the family mysteries.

#original #snippet #yulia belsky #definitely not the start of something #would be better as a comic #first page is her bedroom with the somnivore corpse #blood everywhere sheets and pillows all over torn and stained #and she is holding the hand and the scissors #and the only text is the first sentence

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