#werewolf benny miller
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Pairing: Werewolf Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 16k+
Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!
Warnings: My normal warning here BUT I will add on that this one does take some dark turns, minor torture, brief mention of possible SA (nothing described or graphic), blood, werewolf things (and werewolf smut) described and mentioned. If that’s not your jam, then don’t proceed! Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: Big thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for listening and bouncing ideas. And another BIG thank you to @wyn-n-tonic who completely changed the outline of this fic with a few simple ideas. You’re a genius!
I had you all vote on whether to have this as a really long one shot or broken into parts. It was a really close poll but the final vote was to have it as a really long one shot so that’s what this is. HOWEVER, I am adding in numbered breaks so if you need to leave and come back, it will be easier for you to know where you left off!
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Moving to Red Feather Lakes, Colorado after graduating was the best decision for me. My parents didn’t understand why I couldn’t move back by them, no matter how many times I told them that I would never find work as a farm veterinarian in a city.
I also needed the change of pace.
College was fine, the dating scene? Not so much. I’d have been better off trying to date my couch than the pool I seemed to be fishing from.
I realize that Red Feather Lakes is an extremely small town, but honestly, that’s what I need. I’ve felt so disconnected from people for years, despite being surrounded by them. Maybe I’d find what I need here.
I could always move if I had to.
The job vacancy came with a house, on-site clinic, and land on the outskirts of what the locals called “town”, which was really a small strip of buildings facing each other. This is where most of the businesses were located aside from mine. The previous vet was retiring and had placed an ad in the local paper, which had miraculously ended up online, buried beneath thousands of job posts. Lucky for me, I had a very specific search filter and found the listing, calling the phone listed as soon as I googled Red Feather Lakes, Colorado.
Dr. Smith had been the town’s big animal veternarian for well over 50 years. Everyone knew him, even the animals, and they all loved him. I would have some big shoes to fill. He was moving to Boulder to be closer to his kids and grandkids, leaving me his house and property, along with his business. He admitted to me, with a tinge of sadness, that none of his kids had the same love of animals that we did, so no one wanted to take over the family business.
“Oh and uh one more thing, miss….stay out of the woods at night. Especially around the full moon.”
I chuckle at his obvious jest. Except, he doesn’t smile in return.
“Are you serious?”
His face darkens, somehow aging even more. “I am. No matter what you hear. If things get…bad, you can call the Sheriff.”
Well, that’s ominous.
“Promise me, miss.”
“I..I promise?”
He seems to accept this with a nod of his head. He shakes my hand and then turns to head to his truck outside, waving to me as he takes off, the trailer he rented bumping along with the dirt road that would lead him to the main road in and out of town.
The wind blows through my hair as I stand there watching his truck fade into the distance, the sounds of some livestock all that I hear over the breeze in the trees. Turning back to the house, I sigh and get to work unpacking, making a list of anything I would need to get in town as I’d make a trip in the morning.
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The grocery store is more like a general store, having limited choices and random things scattered about. Their bread section has to be a joke - there’s only once choice and that’s the standard, highly processed, white bread. Staring down at the bread, I wonder if I should learn how to make my own-
“Don’t buy that crap. Head to Saltman’s on the end of the strip. That’s where everyone gets their bread.”
The voice is deeper, a hint of a drawl to it and when I look up to match a face to the voice, I nearly choke on my own spit. Big blue eyes stare down at me from one of the most handsome men I think I’ve ever seen. He’s got to be about 6’3? 6’4? A mess of dirty blonde hair comes down around his ears, wavy and curling out at odd angles from under the baseball cap he wears. Facial hair matches his regular hair color, making him look even more ruggedly handsome than he already does, with his biceps straining at the sleeves of his shirt.
“S-Saltman’s?”
He chuckles and I think the world stopped spinning for a moment when he flashed that smile.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t stopped by Saltman’s yet.”
“I-I’m new to town.”
His warm smile makes my cheeks grow hot.
“I could tell, sweetheart.”
“Am I that obvious?”
That earned me another chuckle.
“No…well yes but it’s more that I’ve never seen you before. Small town.”
Duh.
“Oh. Right.”
He studies my face for a moment and I’m sure he can see the heat on my face, definitely can hear my heart pounding through my chest under his gaze.
“I think you need a town guide.”
“I get the newspaper.”
“I meant me, but yeah that would work too.”
“Oh! I’d love you! Love that! Let’s do it. TOUR! The tour, uh thing.” Why they hell can’t I remember how to have a conversation?
My stuttering doesn’t seem to phase this man. In fact, I think he finds it…endearing?
“Alrigh’ well once you check out here, I’ll take you on a tour of town and let you know what to get and where. Name’s Benny, by the way. Ben Miller.”
I think I tell him my name. I assume I did because he repeats it back to me and I nod with a dumb grin on my face. He heads out of the store, assuring me he’d be back after running a quick errand. Once he’s out of range of me, I feel like I can finally think again. What the fuck was that? I’ve never felt like that about…well about anyone before. Knowing my luck, he’s the town bachelor that sleeps around.
Not that I’d object.
True to his word, Benny returns just as I finish paying, helping me load the few bags I have into the back of my truck, anything cold going straight into the cooler I’d brought. He takes me around town, showing me the bakery, the butcher, and that there’s a farmer’s market every Saturday on the edge of the town strip where farmer’s come to sell their produce and homemade goods. He helped me gather up what I could from the remainder of my list and asked if I needed any help getting them back home.
“Oh I couldn’t impose any further.”
“If it was imposin’ I wouldn’t have offered.”
“I live out of town. I won’t ask you to drive all the way out there.”
He cocks his head and looks at me. “Wait…you’re the new vet? Takin’ over for Dr. Smith?”
“That’s me,” I say with a strained tone, lifting the last of the items into the bed of the truck.
“But…you’re all alone out there.”
“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be alright.”
“I could come and make sure it’s all…safe? For you?”
Now it’s my turn to cock my head at him.
“I really do appreciate it, Benny, but I think I’m ok. If I change my mind, I imagine I could find you.”
He nods, giving me a small smile. “You could. Or you could just take this.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bit of paper and a pen, scribbling down something before handing me the paper. Looking down, I see his number.
“Did you just give me your number?”
It’s his turn to blush, red creeping up his beautiful face. “I..I only meant in case you need..somethin’.”
“Something.”
A man pokes his head out of the shop next to us and calls for Benny, breaking whatever spell he held over me.
“I’ll see you around, Miss.”
“I hope so.”
When I get back in my truck, I bang my head on the steering wheel. I hope so? You’re such an idiot oh my God.
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Benny turns out to be a Godsend.
Not only did he help me that first day, but he helped me assemble furniture and move things around, cleaning up the office to accept new patients (sick and injured animals wait for no one), and just being there. We became fast friends, well friends that I definitely think about fucking but that’s besides the point. I’m not willing to ruin the one good friendship I’ve made in the couple months that I’ve been here. It’s not that I haven’t tried to make friends - it’s just hard to when you’ve had your hand up a cow’s ass all day, trying to help it give birth.
That night though, it happened again.
The sounds moving around outside remind me of wolves, except they can’t be. It sounds much, much bigger. The first night I heard this mysterious sound outside, I remembered the warning Dr. Smith had made just before pulling out of my driveway.
Stay out of the woods at night. Especially around the full moon.
Ridiculous. The man is old, he probably heard some of the horses shuffling around and the sound bounced off the house weird.
But then it happened again. And again. And sometimes, a cow or 2 would go missing or end up mauled. When I told the local sheriff, he just got quiet and told me to “Let it be” and that my clients would understand. I argued of course, but he was right - every single client accepted it and waved me off, mumbling something about “insurance”.
This time though, the sounds move closer to my house, as if whatever is moving around outside is scoping me out, trying to sniff out my insecurities.
It’s late and I’m tired though. I’m probably making it up. Still, the uneasiness in my stomach doesn’t abate, the hairs on my arms standing straight no matter what logical sense my brain is trying to tell me.
I mention this to Benny when we meet for lunch the next day. His reaction is odd - he stiffens, staring almost through me as he asks me a zillion questions.
“I don’t know, Benny, it’s happened a lot. I mean, I’m probably making it up right? A mountain lion or something got the cows and my brain is trying to process the sounds I hear outside, especially with being alone out there.”
“We do have…wolves…in our woods.”
“This was more than a wolf, Ben. If it was a pack, I’d still be surprised. This sound sounds huge.”
“Would you mind if I came to take a look?”
“I got rid of the dead cows, but yeah sure. You’re welcome to. Then you can tell me how crazy I’m being.”
Benny follows me back after lunch and takes a long walk around the perimeter of not only my house, but my property. It’s almost as if he’s trying to sniff out whatever seems to be going on, but he comes up empty handed.
“Well Detective Miller. Any thoughts? Or should I commit myself?”
No smile. Shit.
“Bad joke. I’m sor-”
“Somethin’ is goin’ around but…just stay inside at night, ok? You got a gun or somethin’?”
“I’m sorry?”
“A gun. Somethin’ to protect yourself with? You should, bein’ out here on your own.”
“Uh…I think Dr. Smith left one. Hold on.”
Grabbing the shotgun he’d left me, along with a box of shells, I hand Benny the gun. He inspects it, making sure it’s good to go and even offers to teach me how to use it, giving me a few makeshift lessons. He goes out to his truck and returns with a smaller box of shells, handing them to me, a heavy weight behind his eyes.
“If you hear that sound again, use these. They’re for uh…big game.”
“Oh really? That’s cool. Thanks Ben!”
“Welcome…listen, I gotta head back home but please stay inside at night? No matter what? And call me if you need anythin’.”
“What if I just need a night cap?”
“I’m bein’ serious.”
“So am I.”
He stares at me for a few moments and that feeling I got when I first met him flares to life. Honestly, it never stops when I’m around him, like I’m drawn to him, like he’s the only person in the world.
“Promise me.”
“Ok, ok. I promise.”
Without hesitation, he pulls me to him, wrapping his long arms around me, engulfing me in his warmth, his scent like pine and dirt and something more primal. He’s never hugged me before and I’m not even sure what to do as my brain seems to be malfunctioning. I manage to wrap my arms back around him and I swear he sniffs my head before backing off, waving as he heads back to his truck and heads back into town.
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The next few nights, all is normal and quiet as it should be. Maybe Benny put his scent over everything and it turned the animals away.
Chuckling to myself, I head into town and stop at the market to pick up something for dinner. Groaning at the limited choices for a dinner for one, I finally settle on something and head back to my truck. Before I pull out, I see Benny a few stores down, chatting to Maria, the town hair stylist, who is drop dead gorgeous of course.
I have no right to be jealous, insanely jealous, and I know that. But still, seeing him smile at her as she twirls hair around her finger just hurts.
Men.
Wallowing in my own self pity throughout my sad dinner, I finally decide to get out for once. Usually my trips into town consist of food and errands, never really branching out. I never really have the time. But tonight? I’ll make an exception.
Sitting at the bar of the only bar in town, I take a sip of my Jack and Coke and look around. It’s pretty full for such a small town, but then again, it may be the only place to be social outside of the local church.
I reach the bottom of my glass, ice pushing against my lips, and I pathetically wonder what Benny is doing tonight. Or who he’s doing. Fuck, I hate feeling this way. Before I can decide if I want another drink or not, a muscular, tattooed arm reaches out from right next to me, flagging the bartender down.
“She’ll have another.”
I open my mouth to say that she can in fact order her own drinks, but then I remember why I’m there. Turning towards the man who ordered me a drink to thank him, my voice gets caught in my throat. He’s tall, maybe an inch or so shorter than Benny, longer blonde hair that’s just able to be tucked under his ears. Tattoos line his arms and one up his neck, the bottom disappearing under a tight, white shirt. His eyes are pale blue and a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. By all accounts, he should be handsome. I should be flattered this man picked me out of everyone here.
But I can’t shake this feeling, this uneasiness creeping throughout my stomach. Odd, because it’s the exact odd feeling I have when whatever is creeping around my house is-
“You looked thirsty.”
He looks at me for a response and I feel like I need to give him something. But all I want is to leave his vicinity.
“I…I’m good, actually.”
He chuckles and a chill goes up my spine, fanning out to my limbs.
“You’re the new farm vet, right? We haven’t officially met yet. I’m Will.”
I’m trying to swallow back my uneasiness around him. I’m used to having to fend off creepy people with bad vibes but this is…this is something more.
“I am.” I tell him my name and he leans closer to me, all of my flight or fight response going to FLIGHT FLIGHT FLIGHT!
When he’s closest, I swear he smells me, which makes me want to vomit. But then he’s pulling back, my new drink in his hand which he offers to me. Planting a probably shaky smile on my face, I take it, his fingers brushing mine, cold tension rushing through my hand and shooting up my arm. I don’t take a sip.
“So, what do you do for fun, doc?”
“Oh, I’m not fun. I mostly just work.”
“Ah come on. You’ve gotta let loose sometime.” He sits on the stool next to me as I set the drink on the bar, trying to hide the fact that my hands are shaking.
“Really, I’m good. I’m sure there’s plenty of women here that would love your attention.”
I can feel his eyes raking over my body, studying me.
“Maybe. But you’re the most interesting person here.”
“Just what a girl wants to hear. That’s she’s interesting.”
He laughs, his head tossing back with it, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and I take advantage of the momentary pause in his study of me to stand up.
“I”ve gotta use the bathroom.”
Will shoots his thumb over his shoulder. “It’s back through the hall.”
I know his eyes are on me as I navigate the crowd, like a hunter stalking it’s prey. I have to get out of here. I can’t stay in this bar, not with him here. Lucky for me, there seems to be more people here and I’m able to make way to a group of them that happen to be heading outside. Safety in numbers, right? Except, when they get outside they turn in the opposite direction of my truck.
Shit.
I decide to go for it, hugging the building and heading around it towards the side, glancing over my shoulder to check that Will hasn’t come out to find me, when I collide with something very warm and very solid. I don’t need to look up to know who it is.
“Benny!” I gasp out and he grabs me, preventing me from falling flat on my ass in the dirt parking lot. Once I regain my balance, I throw my arms around him. I can feel him stiffen slightly under my embrace and I wonder if I’ve crossed a line-
“Hey, it’s ok. Ssshhh….are you alright? You’re damn near shakin’ out of your shoes.”
“I-I- there was a man hitting on me in there. Something about him is just…wrong.”
He stiffens again. “Let’s get you to your truck. Where’r you parked?”
He escorts me around to my truck, gently taking my keys from me when he sees the slight shake still lingering in my hands. “Let me drive.”
“But what about your truck?”
He waves me off. “I can get it later. I know the bar owner, he won’t mind.” Benny helps me into the truck, closing the door and quickly moving around to the driver’s side. He slides the seat back and hops in, making sure I’m good before he starts the drive back to my house.
“Did anyone touch you?”
“No.”
“Hurt you?”
“No.”
“Say anythin’ bad to you?”
“I mean…he just said regular guy stuff. I just…it’s just a feeling, Ben. I don’t know how to describe it.”
He’s quiet for a few moments and I swear I can hear him thinking. “Could you try?”
“Try what?”
“To describe the feelin’.”
“I uh…sure-wait. Where are we going? My house is that way.” I point out the window in the opposite direction of where we were heading.
“I know. I’m uh..bringing you to my place. If that’s ok? Shit, I should’ve asked first. ‘M sorry.”
“No that’s..that’s actually good idea. He knew who I was so he knows where I live. Fuck, am I going to be able to go home ever?”
Benny reaches over and tentatively places his hand on my thigh, his warmth and presence seeping through the dark denim I was wearing and helping the shakes to slow and eventually stop.
We ride the rest of the way in silence, Benny allowing me the time to calm myself. His presence though, how can someone light me up and soothe me all at the same time?
When we get to his place, a small, 2 bedroom cabin on the lake, he helps me out and into the home, immediately heading over to start the fire in the stone fireplace that takes up a large portion of his small living room.
“Want some tea?” He offers.
“Absolutely. I’ll have-”
He smiles. “I know what you like.”
Sure enough, several minutes later, when I’m nice and toasty under the big flannel blanket he keeps draped over the back of his couch, he reappears, 2 mugs in hand, handing me mine before he sets his down on the coffee table. And of course - it’s exactly my favorite. Taking a sip, I let out a small moan of thanks and he nods, shifting from foot to foot. I move the blanket back a bit, an obvious offering to cuddle on in, but he hesitates.
“You sure?”
I roll my eyes. “Of course.”
He sits down and slides under the blanket, helping me to cuddle up to his side. As he holds me, I feel the last bit of my nerves melt away, complete trust in this man I’ve only known a few months.
“So what’s the feelin’ like? Were you able to find the words?”
I let out a huff of air. “It’s…it’s like…he didn’t say anything to creep me out. I mean, he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, really. It’s just his presence? It was like my fight or flight response was turned on to flight the entire time. The way he looked at me, like I was dinner or something. Like, he literally smelled me-”
“He smelled you?”
“Yeah. Like honestly, a whiff. I think he thought he was being slick and hiding it but I saw. I don’t know, Benny. He just…he really gave me vibes like - oh! Sort of like whatever the fuck is crawling around my place….wait. You don’t think it’s him out there, do you?”
Benny is quiet for while, his thinking making me fidget, fingers picking at the blanket. “I don’t think..he… is there, no. It’s probably just the same uneasy feelin’ you get.”
“Yeah but it’s more than uneasy. It’s..it makes my stomach turn, like I’m going to throw up if I don’t get away from him, like my body is trying to crawl out of itself to get away from him, I couldn’t stand to be near him it was making me want to scream and run and just… I don’t know. The complete opposite to how I feel around you.”
“...How you feel around me?”
Shit.
“Uh yeah, you know. You make me feel, um..safe and…shit.”
“Safe and shit?”
“Well it’s more intense than that, it’s just…the opposite feeling…”
“The safe part or the shit part?” I can hear the smile in his voice and turn my head up to him.
“Both parts. You know what I mean, you asshole. You just..make me feel…so…”
Shit what’s happening? He’s looking down at me and I just can’t remember words, drowning in his blue eyes as they flicker between mine and my lips, his face moving closer to mine, the air practically popping with electricity. I close my eyes, more than ready for our lips to finally meet, but instead I feel him pulling back, sliding out from under the blanket, taking his warmth with him.
“‘M sorry. We can’t- I can’t.”
“Why not?” My voice sounds so small but so loud in the quiet of the room.
“It…it would be a bad idea. Us. Together.”
Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.
“Is it because I’m not as pretty as Maria?”
“Who the fuck- Maria? The hair lady?”
“Oh come on, Ben, don’t be shy. I saw you in town flirting with her-”
“Maria and I aren’t anythin’.”
“Ok, sure Ben. I know what I saw. It’s ok though - we’re just friends. We’d be, what did you say? Bad together.”
“That’s not what I meant-”
“I’m tired, Ben. Can I have the couch to myself?”
He stares at me for a few more moments and I can feel he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods, turning to head down the hall to his room. “You know where to find me if you need somethin’.”
What I hate the most about all of this is that, even though I’m laying here crying, surrounded by his things, and I should be hurt, which I am, the feelings he’s given me since day one are still there, strong as ever, like we’re attached by some invisible force.
Groaning, I roll over and try to sleep. It doesn’t come easy.
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In the morning, Benny is back to his usual self, determined to keep our friendship intact. Honestly, I can’t imagine my life without him, so I match his energy, throwing a pancake at his face when he cracks some lame joke.
For the most part, our friendship doesn’t suffer, despite having a few more of these almost moments. I know he feels what I feel but for some reason, he’s not allowing himself to pursue those feelings and is not willing, or ready, to discuss it. So for now, friendship and flirting it is.
Will hasn’t approached me whenever I’ve been in town, but for the most part, I never see him. Maybe he only lurks around at night, when I make a point of not being in town. Whatever moves around outside though has come back. Not daily, but enough to have me sleeping with that gun on my side table.
A few months after the bar incident, I’m driving home from town a little late. I finally made a new friend, Aspen, who sighed and nodded at my questioning look at her name. “Yes, like the town. My parents thought they were being funny. It’s not too terrible until you get the nick name Ass.” She was the local librarian and funny as hell. We’d been out having dinner at the one cafe you could, my promise to myself and Benny that I’d be home before dark until someone could figure out what was roaming around outside long forgotten.
“Shit,” I say to myself, squinting down the dark, dirt road as I head out of town and towards my distant farmhouse.
It’s so dark, I nearly pass the entrance to my property, the long dirt driveway almost hidden amongst the brambles and dust flying up from my truck. I turn in, not bothering to lock the gate as usual, in case anyone had an emergency in the middle of the night. It doesn’t happen often but it does happen.
“FUCK!” I slam on my breaks, angling my truck so as not to hit…whatever the fuck is in the road.
A massive pile of the most beautiful golden fur I’ve ever seen is crumbled on the group in a heap. It’s nearly the width of my driveway and if it were to stand up could easily be…maybe 9 feet tall?l Whatever it is is breathing, but it’s having a hard time of it and I can see patches of blood matted up in its fur, illuminated by my headlights.
Without thinking, I jump from my truck, quickly but cautiously approaching the..wolf? This is a wolf? As I walk around the front of the golden fur mass, I see now it has a head and snout, just like that of a wolf. A massive wolf. I have never seen wolves this size. Outside of fairy tale books, anyway.
Gently, I get down on my knees, near it’s head, trying to keep myself in its line of vision. I should be freaking out, running the other way screaming at the sight of this thing but I don’t. I can’t explain it but this wolf makes me feel…calm? Secure? Familiar, almost.
Speaking calmly, I say “Hey there…wolf. I’m going to help you, ok? Please don’t bite me.”
The wolf lets out of a huff and cracks one eye open ever so slightly, scanning my face for several moments before taking in my whole body. From what I can see in the dark, the wolf has blue eyes but what shade I can’t tell, the headlight blocking the small detail. It sniffs the air and I place my upturned hand nearer its snout, feeling a warm puff of air blow across my hand with its exhale.
Apparently I’m no threat because the wolf’s eyes close and a near sigh escapes it and it’s like it visibly relaxes, knowing I’m there to take care of it. I start using my eyes to scan its body…wait…his body, and see there are several injuries that look like it may have been in a fight with something. What would attack a wolf this size?
Another wolf this size.
Shaking my head to get rid of that thought, I speak to the wolf.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry.”
Grabbing my emergency kit from the backseat, I drop down by the wolf again, putting on my headlamp so I can direct the light where I need it to go. I’m able to wipe away some of the blood, many of the wounds being more superficial. But there are deeper ones that will need stitches, ones that looks like bite marks from a similarly sized wolf. I know they hurt to touch, but the wolf merely lets out small growls, not directed at me but at the pain, and he doesn’t move, staying still to allow me to help him.
I manage to stitch up the deeper wounds, but he definitely needs more care, probably some scans to take a look inside to check for internal bleeding. Question is, how the fuck am I going to get him to my clinic?
“Hey, wolf. I need to see more of you. Can you walk?” Why I’m trying to ask him to walk when he doesn’t speak English, I have no clue. But something about me helps to calm him and he cracks open that eye again, studying me.
“You’re a good boy,” I say, tentatively reaching forward to give him a scratch behind the ears. His eye closes again and a rumble comes from his chest as he turns his head slightly so I’ll scratch under his jaw.
“Can you walk?” I ask him again, willing him to understand.
He gives me one more look but holy shit he’s trying to get up. I think he understands-
A loud yelp and a huff has him back on the ground. He’s too weak.
“O..k…this is ok. I’ll uh, pull my truck over. I have a lift - we can get you in the back.”
One big eye slow blinks at me as he starts to pant. I think he gets it, so I give him another pat and jump back in my truck, maneuvering it around so the back is as close to him as I can get. I hit the lift button as I get out and hear the creak of the mechanics working to lower the ramp. All I have to illuminate the area is my headlamp, but I’m eerily calm about the whole thing.
“Alright. All we have to do is get you-” I point to the wolf “-on here.” I point to the metal slab that’s fully flat against the dirt. “Can you do that?”
He lets out a small, for him, mfff, taking a deep breath before pushing himself up, shying away from places I’ve stitched up but also other places that I didn’t, which tells me there’s something going on inside.
Holy fuck he’s huge. He manages to get up on all fours and is easily around 6 feet, but he’s slouching due to the injuries. He wobbles and I rush forward, throwing all of my might into his side to help prop him up. He takes a moment acclimate, but manages to take a few steps forward onto the metal lift, plopping down the moment I say “Good boy!”
The metal groans and I pray to anyone listening that it holds together. It’s not meant for whatever this wolf weighs, but it has held a fair amount. Hopping out, I close the gate and run around, jumping into the driver’s seat and being as careful as I can to not jostle the injured wolf too much.
Backing into my office, I hear the metal bolts side in place on the sides of my lift, waiting for me to press the button to pull it out onto the large table. I get all of that in motion while I grab what I’ll need, turning on all the lights and making sure the clinic’s door is closed and locked, all curtains closed.
The wolf is patient, staying as still as he can while I complete my tests, only yelping a few times when I touch some sore places. He does have a couple of cracked ribs and some bruising, and one of his legs was definitely chomped on, but he should make a full recovery.
“I think you’ll make it,” I smile at him, gently scratching his jaw how he likes. Speaking more to myself, I start to say “Let me grab some painkillers for this guy-”
As I tried to move to get the meds, the wolf turns his head and grabs my hand with his teeth. He leaves no mark and it’s not a violent move, but…does he not want pain meds?
“They’ll help you to relax and get some rest.”
He doesn’t drop my hand.
“Really, it would help-”
A sound that I can only describe as a wolfish sound of exasperation escapes him and I can’t help but chuckle. “You wanna suffer then, huh? Alright. Whatever you want.”
He releases my hand and I pet him again. “You are the most gorgeous…wolf?” He let’s out a small bark of affirmation. “You are a wolf then..the biggest one I’ve ever seen, but you are a pretty boy.”
One last pat and I start to walk away when the most pitiful sounding wine escapes him.
“You don’t want me to leave you be?”
Another whine tells me he doesn’t. “Ok, but if you get hungry or thirsty, just…nudge me or something and I’ll bring you something. Ok?”
Another boof tells me he understands. I stand next to the table, calmly petting and scratching his head. That same low, deep grumble coming from his chest for a few moments before his jaw closes around my wrist, slightly tugging me towards him.
“You want me up there with you?”
He replies with another small, gentle tug and I give in, climbing carefully up onto the metal table, grabbing my discarded jacket and putting it down next to him so I can sit on it. I scoot up close to him and he eventually drops my wrist, making small noises until he has me where he wants me, which is right up against his chest, nestled into the side of his neck. He has no injuries where my back leans against him, so I do. He’s so warm and comforting and seems to relax as I cuddle in closer. I can’t explain it, but this feels…right. I feel a pull towards this wolf, almost like I do when I’m around….
—
When I wake in the morning, he’s gone, my body gently laying on my jacket, the only sign of him the stray hairs he left behind, the only thing telling me I didn’t make the entire thing up.
I clean up, making sure everything is back in its place, pulling my truck around front to its regular parking spot by my house. Going about my day, I can’t get the beautiful, golden wolf out of my head, how massive he was, like nothing I’ve ever seen.
As late afternoon approaches, I realized I needed to start cooking dinner as Benny would be over any moment. I shoot him a text confirming his weekly dinner plans with me at my house. He’s been coming nearly every week, tolerating my cooking, devouring my baking, and bringing the occasional take out and alcohol.
Me: Hey - you still coming? I have steak.
…
Several minutes pass, which is very odd for Benny.
Benny: Not today. Have a project. Raincheck?
That’s odd.
Me: Sure. Everything ok?
…
Benny: yeah just won’t finish in time. See you soon
Well, I guess it’s just me then.
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I don’t see Benny for a few days and his texts are sporadic, telling me he’s in a place with spotty reception. Which honestly pans out because this town has spotty reception even in the best places.
I’m standing in my kitchen, willing the oven to just work already, when I hear a truck pull up. Abandoning the oven, I walk over to glance out the window and see Benny pull up, getting out of his own truck. Throwing open the front door, I stand there, arms crossed, trying to put a mad expression on my face but failing miserably.
“Where have you been, Mr. Miller?”
He grabs a couple of bags from the passenger side and a case of beer, closing the door with a flick of his hip, which makes me squirm.
“I know, I know. ‘M sorry. But I come with gifts!” He holds up the bags and beer, a smile spreading across his beautiful face as he jerks his head to move his hair out of his face.
He walks right up to me, standing closer than is socially acceptable between “just friends”, staring down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and it sends shivers throughout my body.
“What sort of gifts?”
“Mama J’s home cookin’.”
“Did you get pie?”
“Wouldn’t be Mama J’s without it.”
“You’re forgiven.”
He laughs and I move aside to let him in, unable to stop myself from watching him walk into the kitchen. He starts unloading the bags and glances at my open oven.
“Problem?” He nods towards the oven as he continues to pull out food, their delicious aromas filling the kitchen.
“Yeah. Damn thing won’t heat up anymore. Probably will have to replace it,” I shrug, snatchign a hush puppy from it’s to-go container and popping it in my mouth.
Benny glances back at the stove before looking at me. “I can take a look if you’d like?”
“You can look at whatever you want.”
Was that a blush I caught on his face? Before I can be sure, he’s turned away, grabbing the bottle opener from the drawer and popping open two beers, handing one to me. He takes a long swig and I copy him, feeling his eyes glance in my direction.
We eat and catch up, laughing and chatting like normal, finishing off most of the food and beer. True to his word, Benny grabs the toolbox from the barn and plops himself down, poking around the oven for a bit, still chatting with me as I clean up. A loud pop! sounds and I jump, Benny backing out of the oven and closing the door. He turns a few knobs and I hear the oven click on, heating already starting to permeate the room.
“You fixed it!”
A large hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck. “It was nothin’.”
“You saved me from having to buy a whole new one. It’s not nothin’ to me.”
“Whatever you need, I’m your guy.”
The room fills with tension and I laugh nervously to try and break it. “Uh…how about a beer? To celebrate?”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
Benny pops open the last 2 and hands me one. We click our bottles together and drink, some beer leaking out and dripping down my neck.
“Shit!” I say, looking around for a napkin.
Before I can, Benny is there, standing too close, filling my nose with the scent of him, like woods and dirt and beer, his large hands wrapping around the back of my head, his thumb slightly brushing over the trail of beer down my neck. I can feel his breath on my face, the closeness of him, and it’s nearly unbearable. I look up at him, his bright blues finding my eyes, searching my face quickly, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of something he so desperately wants.
And then his lips are on mine, crashing into me like a wave, his scent enveloping me as his tongue pushes at mine, his fingers tightening in my hair as he slightly moans into my mouth. The tension we’ve held between us, the obvious attraction and pull we’ve had towards each other since the first moment we’ve met pops and it lights me up, my fingers grabbing and pulling at the buttons on the flannel shirt he’s wearing, desperately trying to rid each other of the clothes we’re wearing.
Suddenly, he pulls back and tosses me over his shoulder like it’s nothing, chuckling at the squeal I let out on my way up. He makes his way to my bedroom, kicking open the door as he sets me down in front of him, pulling me to him and resuming kissing.
Clothes are pried from our bodies, heavy breathing fills the room as he kisses and sucks at my nipples, pulling all sorts of sounds from me that I’ve never heard before. He starts to kiss further down but I stop him, pulling him back up towards my face.
“I need you, Benny.”
“I need you, sweetheart.”
He pushes in, eyes on my face as my head flies back, whines and moans coming from deep within. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had, but fucking hell I would let him split me open like this again and again forever. I can feel every inch of him, slowly inching his way inside of me. It’s like we’re a perfect fit, always destined for each other. Wrapping my legs around him, my hands start gripping at his arms of their own accord.
And then he moves.
Slowly moving out and back in, letting me adjust but also watching me come undone beneath him, an extra thrust deep inside has me screaming his name in no time, clenching around him as my body tightens and explodes. When I open my eyes, I can see Benny holding his shut tight, his motions becoming more held back.
“You don’t have to hold back. I can take it.”
His eyes fly open and he looks down at me. “I don’t think you know what you’re sayin’, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me, Benny. I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes darken, lust fully taking over and he grunts, pinning my arms to either side of my head as his thrusts pick up, pushing into me hard as I whine his name. He leans down, biting my shoulder and fuck does that feel good, a load moan escaping me.
“Fuck!”
Benny pulls back, letting go of my arms and gripping my hips, flipping me around, my hands slapping down on the mattress. I barely stop bouncing from the movement before he’s inside me, rutting into me roughly and setting a quick pace that lights my entire body up. His large hand is on my upper back, pushing me down into the mattress, his other one with an increasingly harder grip on my hip. I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin, his breathing coming out more like huffs across me, and…was that an actual growl?
Air blows across my back as my skin pimples as Benny pulls out of me quickly, feet padding quickly across the floor and I hear the bathroom door slam shut. I am…confused. I know he didn’t finish but I had assumed he was feeling at least good?
Sounds from the bathroom finally break through my haze of confusion - scrambling, snufflung, groans, and my stuff clattering to the floor. I get up, wrapping the blanket around me and knock on the door.
“Benny? Are you ok?”
A low growl and grumble is my only response, the shuffling and scraping continuing.
“Do you need help?”
No response, but a few moments later, the noises all stop. I open my mouth to call his name, but the door flies open, Benny quickly pushing past me without even looking at me, a mumbled “Don’t feel good” all I can make out as he throws on his boxers, grabs his clothes, and basically runs out the door.
Momentarily stunned, I finally move, making it to the front door when I hear his truck hauling ass down my driveway, dirt flying up and obstructing my view.
What the fuck just happened?
Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt him and cause him to do whatever it was? No, this was definitely mutually agreed upon. And he was the one being rough with me…
I turn to head to the stairs, fighting back the tears that had started build the more I thought about how he couldn’t even look at me, tossing some lame excuse over his shoulder as he ran away from me as fast as he could. He always said we’d be bad together.
And then my eyes land on his jacket, casually tossed over the back of the couch when he had first entered my house, and I can’t help it - the tears start to fall, streaming down my face as I pick up the coat. I look at it for a moment before bringing it to my face, softly inhaling the scent of Benny before I collapse on the couch, crying into the soft fabric.
What did I do wrong?
The smell of him filling my head starts to hint at a memory. A familiar feeling from a very furry, very large patient….
I jump up from the couch, the jacket clutched in my fist as I head back upstairs, dropping the blanket from around my body and taking a breath before I enter my bathroom.
Everything on the counters was now on the floor, some split open and leaking gel and soap all over the floor, obvious skid marks from his feet in the bubbles, which must have caused the shuffling sound I’d heard. The curtain was pulled down, cut in a few places. There were a few deep gouges in my tile floor and some scratches on the sink and countertop. And then I see them - golden hairs, just a few, stuck in the soap all over my floor and a few on the edge of the sink. Things start to slide into place, impossible things, yet I know in my gut that I’m right.
Throwing on some clothes, I run out of the house, jumping into my truck and driving as fast as I could towards Benny’s cabin, images of the fantastical from all the fantasy stories and movies I’d ever seen dancing in front of me.
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“Benny!” My fist is pounding against his front door, echoing across the front porch. “I know you’re here!”
His truck is in the driveway, parked quickly and haphazardly, the driver’s side door still halfway open, as if he had jumped from the truck rather quickly. The dirt around the open door is distrubed, boot marks and scuff marks litter the ground and lead towards the woods surrounding his cabin.
“Benny - I know….and I’m fine with it. Just…please come talk to me.”
His hearing has to be good, right? Several long moments pass before I feel him, rather than see him, come towards me from the woods. He’s fully shifted, that giant golden wolf I had treated months prior, quietly padding towards me with barely any sound. It’s amazing something so massive could make such little sound, but I suppose that’s part of the whole being a predator thing.
As he walks towards me, I see his body start to shift and sort of shimmer. Not like glitter but more like too many things happening at once, when suddenly he appears directly in front of me in human form, staring down at me with those baby blues I love so much.
“Hey, Ben. You…are you ok?”
He chuckles. “You just saw me change from a wolf to a human and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”
“Well…you did run out of my bedroom rather quickly.”
“‘M sorry about that, sweetheart. I - you did nothing wrong. Fuck you’ve done everything right. It’s me who’s the fuck up - oh shit! I’ll replace your bathroom-”
Now it’s my turn to chuckle. “I’m not worried about it, Benny.”
His eyes find mine again, switching from staring into one and then the other. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Which part?”
“The…you’re ok with-” he gestures towards himself “-everything.”
I take a deep breath, inhaling the cool night air as I let my eyes roam down his-naked- body and back up.
“Especially if this is how you walk around normally.”
He seems to realize he’s naked finally and he smiles. “Didn’t seem to bother you a bit ago…but…are you sure? You’d really want…all of me?”
With one step, I close the distance between us, my hands sliding up his bare, warm chest to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling a low rumble in his chest. “There isn’t any part of you I don’t want. I’ve been drawn to you since I first met you, Benjamin Miller. And nothing is going to change that.”
He kisses me then, greedily and hungry, as if no one has ever accepted him, truly accepted him before. He taps the back of my thighs and lifts me as I jump to wrap my legs around him, having zero issues with holding any of my weight. His kisses are needy, but not just for sexual desire. It’s like he needs me, to be accepted fully as he is, and I’m determined to prove my love for him.
Love? Is that what this is?
It has to be. The tangle of knots and butterflies coursing through my body tells me it’s more than primal instinct. The feeling of soft sheets against my back brings me back to reality and it’s only now I notice that my clothes are gone, Benny hovering over me and kissing a path down my neck, pulling such sounds from me that they sound foreign to my ears. He glances back to my face, his full of question and concern, worry that I’m going to back out.
In response, I wrap my legs around him, trying to push his hips forward into mine and to my surprise, he lets me, slowly pushing inside of me while his eyes stay on my face, taking it all in again as if he’s seeing me differently since things were revealed. He starts to set a pace, softer than I thought he would, as if he were afraid to break me. I take his face in my hands and he pauses, waiting for me to speak.
“I’m not going to break, Ben.”
“What?” His voice is restrained, constricted.
“Just…you can be rough with me too. I can take it.”
His eyes darken. “Are you…are you sure?”
“Fuck yes!”
The words barely leave my mouth before he grips my wrists, pinning them to either side of my head and setting a rough pace, fucking me up the bed with each thrust, lighting up my entire body and making my brain go all fuzzy. When I’m able to focus, I look at his face and his eyes flash, no longer the bright blue but an orange yellow, his ears starting to do that weird shimmer thing. He freezes and moves to pull out, but I take advantage of him dropping my wrists to grab onto him.
“Don’t go,” I beg him. I’m not above begging at this point.
His fiery eyes darken and when he speaks, it doesn’t sound like him, almost as if his voice is transitioning to…well, something else.
“I don’t…I can’t…”
“Ssshhh hey, it’s ok. Just…stop moving for a minute. Come here.” I pull his head towards my chest, having him lay it there. He listens to my heart for several long moments and I feel his body relax into mine. When he pushes himself back up, the blue eyes are back.
“That…I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“Do what?”
“Calm myself down from shifting. I mean, I can slow it down, but usually I have to shift. It’s really…difficult to control.”
“Well, if you needed further proof that I meant what I said, then that was it.”
“I fuckin’ love you.”
Silence.
“Shit, sweetheart, ‘m sor-”
“I love you too.”
He smiles, his bright, wide smile that I love so much, and he kisses me, slowly starting up a newer, slower pace as he brings me over the edge several times that night before finally coming himself. We collapse together on the bed, our heavy breathing mixing together in the near silent room.
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A month passes before Benny is spending most of his time by me, trying to get all of my patients used to his presence. He’s explained some of his culture to me, and why some of the livestock go missing from time to time. He has to survive on something, and since he’s no longer consuming…well humans, then it has to be whatever else he can find.
“Are there any more like you around here?”
His back stiffens and he stares off for a moment, a hard, pensive look on his face. “Yes.”
I nod, thinking. “Are they what was coming around my house?”
He’s quiet for a few moments. “Yes. Although, sometimes it was me. I was trying to leave my scent around as much as possible. I’d hoped they’d leave you alone.”
“Well it mostly worked. For bits of time anyway.”
He also tells me he can shift virtually at will, although he feels compelled, nearly almost forced to during the full moon. The younger you are, the less you can control it, which is what makes newly turned weres so much more dangerous.
When I asked him if he had a pack, I was half kidding, assuming werewolves were more solitary, sort of like they are in most media. But when he didn’t answer right away, I knew something was wrong.
He quietly told me how he had belonged to a pack led by his brother, Will. Yes, Will, as in that guy that gave me the major bad vibes at the bar that one night. So maybe I wasn’t making it up that he had sniffed me.
“What happened?”
His face gets hard, anger etched in every corner. “I didn’t want to feed on humans any more. Will…disagreed.”
Oh.
“Well that explains why he gave me such bad vibes. I didn’t know he was your brother.”
“Will doesn’t always remember himself. He’s a lot more…he gives into his primal side most of the time. And it doesn’t end pretty for anyone he’s truly set his sights on. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”
“I’ve been actively avoiding him since that night. No problems there.”
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Some time goes by and we’ve settled into a nice little routine. Benny still has his cabin and will spend time there, but mostly he’s by me. I know he wants to just be around me but I also know he’s keeping an eye out for me, whether in human form or wolf form, running around in my woods. Probably marking territory or something. Do werewolves even do things like that?
It’s a little late tonight, Benny having shifted and taken off into the woods. It’s getting nearer to the next full moon and I know he gets spurts of anxiety about having to shift with the moon, even though he has complete control of himself around me. He still asks me nearly daily if I’m truly ok with him, always giving me an out if I want it.
As if I could ever leave him. He’s too entwined in my heart, in my entire being. I love this man, all of this man, more than I thought I could love anyone.
I’m just finishing up a late snack for Ben - ok, more like an entire meal of raw steak and potatoes, when I hear the front door open and close. Taking care to not spill steak blood all over my counter, I don’t turn right away to greet him.
“You’re late tonight. Everything ok?”
As I finish my sentence, I feel it. The creeping feeling in the pit of my stomach, the hairs on my arms and neck all standing at alert, my feet itching to run away.
Will.
I’d gotten too comfortable, the gun with the special silver bullets that Benny had given me in the other room of no use to me. There’s no way I’d be able to make it there on time without being grabbed by Will…or worse. But I have to try, don’t I? I won’t go down without at least trying.
“If you wanted dinner with your brother, you should’ve called. I’d have made you one too.”
A dark chuckle sounds behind me, much closer than I thought he’d be. “Who says I’m here for him?”
“I’m flattered.”
That deep, dark chuckle sounds again, rattling around in my brain, which is yelling at me to run.
“You don’t have to act brave. I can smell your fear.”
I pause for a moment, straining to hear anything from outside, any sound of Benny possibly coming to my rescue. Hearing none, I take a slow, deep breath before I move.
Turning quickly, I throw the plate with the 2 bloody, raw steaks on it directly at Will’s face. I have pretty good aim and it hits him just where I want it to, but I don’t wait around to see what he does next. Bolting from the kitchen, I make it through the back family room, nearly to the gun’s hiding place before he’s on me, handing curling around my throat and tightening, pulling me back towards him as he spins me in his grip to face him.
Steak blood trickles down his face, dripping into his lips, his tongue darting out to lick it as it does. His eyes, once a light blue, are dark, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth that’s alluding to more horrors to come. His thick fingers tighten more around my neck, just barely allowing me to breathe as I claw at his hand, knowing there was no way I’d be able to pry his fingers from around me.
“You’ll be my 142nd kill, darlin’.”
142?
“I can see why my brother cares for you. You’ve got fire in you and-” his finger comes up to caress my jaw and it makes me want to vomit “-you’re very pretty. Maybe we can have some fun before I kill you.”
I don’t like how his eyes take on a slight reddish, orange hue as he says fun, that dark glint sending shivers throughout my body, my brain still screaming at me to run, despite my lack of adequate oxygen.
Suddenly his smile widens and he pulls me to him and I think ‘this is it. I’m about to die right now’, when he turns me around and there’s Benny in the doorway, deep scratches across his chest, bleeding slightly but they look superficial. He obviously had been in some sort of fight, but he definitely won. He’s completely naked, but even still, his presence seems to take up the entire room, attempting to dominate over his brother’s.
“Drop. Her. Now.” His voice is calm, but the tone behind it is a warning.
Will chuckles again and if I wasn’t choking, taking in small gasps of air, I’d have vomited from the sound of it.
“I used to wonder what you saw in this..human..what would make you stay away from the pack-”
“You know I left the pack long before I met her. She has nothin’ to do with it so let her go.”
“You can’t live like this. On animal blood. You need to come back to the pack, little bro. You need us-”
“I don’t need any of you.”
Will nods, his fingers flexing across my throat. “I guess you don’t since you have this one. This, human. But if you care for her so much, why is she blank?”
Benny doesn’t reply, the air filling with more tension between the two brothers as I continue to gasp, trying to get more air into my lungs.
“Because that tradition is old and out dated and doesn’t always end well.”
“For the human, you mean.”
More silence. I haven’t a clue what they’re talking about but I do know I need more air or I’m not going to make it, my vision already starting to darken around the edges.
Will leans closer to me and sniffs, smirking as I weakly try to back away from him. “Pity you didn’t mark her, baby brother. If you had, I wouldn’t have her throat in my hand right now.”
His nose pushes into the space below my ear, the space that Benny loves to kiss and nip at, often leaving marks because he knows what it does to me. But Will doing it just makes me sick, tears streaming down my face from the lack of oxygen and being in such close proximity to the man who is set on torturing me to get back at his brother.
Benny makes a slight move forward and Will’s grip tightens, fully cutting off my air flow. I choke and sputter, my fingernails digging into Will’s hands, trying to get him to loosen his grip, my toes barely scraping across the floor as he’s held me up this entire time. This is it. This is how I die -
And then his grip slackens slightly, allowing a small amount of blessed air to inflate my lungs and I gulp at it greedily, trying to get as much as I can.
“Tell you what, baby brother. I’ll give you a choice. You can either take her life gently, bringing you back to the pack. Or I’ll take it. And you know how I like to take my time.”
Well that’s fucked up.
“You’re so fucked in the head.”
Will shrugs. “Guess she’s mine then?”
“No! I’ll…I’ll take her.” Benny’s voice sounds defeated, sad and I just want to comfort him, even with the lack of air.
Will studies his brother’s face, trying to find any trace of a lie.
“Tell you what, baby brother. I’m feelin’ generous. I’ll give you 24 hours to take care of this human or I’m comin’ for her. Deal?”
Benny glances down at me, alarm in his eyes as he takes in my face. “Deal.”
Will releases me immediately and I crumble to the ground, taking in gulps of air as I cough and sputter out. Will calmly walks to my front door, casually tossing over his shoulder -
“24 hours. See you tomorrow, little brother.”
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Benny is at my side, pulling me to him and trying to inspect me, anger flashing in his eyes when he looks at my neck. I grab onto him, letting the feeling of him wash over me as my breathing levels out. He lets me cry for a bit, the shock of near death rattling me to my core. I’d been so stupid to think Will had dropped interest in me. If only I’d have kept the gun near me-
“Hey sweetheart. Look at me. I need to see if you’re ok.”
I comply, turning my face up at him as his eyes rake over me again. Finding no other injuries aside from my neck, he helps me as I try to sit up next to him.
“Did he touch you anywhere else?”
I shake my head, coughing as I try to speak. “No,” I manage to croak out.
He nods, cradling my face in his hands. I meet his eyes and I see tears swimming in his. “ ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s….ok…” I cough some more when I try to speak.
“Think you can walk?”
I nod and he helps me stand, setting me on the table as he grabs me a glass of water. I drink it down greedily, choking slightly with the speed of my gulps, and he takes the water from me, setting it off to the side.
“We can get you out of town.”
I look up at him, clearing my throat a little. “I doubt…that would…work.” Another coughing fit overtakes me, the pain in my throat making itself known now that the threat is gone.
“Will you let me help you?”
I raise my eyebrow at him. How does he plan on doing that?
“Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation, I nod. I fully trust him, even with the ultimatum his brother just gave him.
He kisses my forehead and then steps back into an area between the kitchen and the living space with the most room. And then, he shifts, his entire body doing that blurring thing from before. His grunts turn into yelps and then he’s standing, gorgeous and golden even in the dark kitchen lighting. He quietly pads over to me and looks at me, his face nearly directly in mine, waiting for my permission, despite having it a moment ago.
I nod again, not sure of what he needs me to do. He leans forward, his nose nudging at my chin, getting me to lift it. I do and expose my neck to him, something most people would find me insane for, but this is Benny. My Benny. He sniffs my neck for a moment and then he licks it, wherever the pain is, where I’m sure the bruising is, he licks. It hurt at first, the wound protesting under his tongue at being touched, but then it starts to dissipate, as if the marks and bruising were healing. After several moments, he stops, pulling back to look at my neck to make sure he got it all. Apparently happy with his work, he steps back into the open space and shifts back, blurring out and back into my vision as he regains his human shape.
He’s standing in front of me, his human eyes inspecting my neck. “I think I got it all. Anywhere else hurt?”
“You…you have healing powers?”
He smiles softly. “I do. I mean, it’s not going to heal more severe wounds, but things like bruises and cuts, it can heal that.”
“Holy shit.”
He laughs and it relaxes me. “Thank you, Benny.”
The smile fades from his face as the weight of what has to happen settles between us.
“It’s ok, Ben. I’d much rather you do it than him.” I squeeze his bicep but his head is already shaking.
“I can’t. I won’t…not anyone, but especially not you. Maybe you can get out of town? Just leave me here and-”
“I’m never leaving you, Ben. Besides, you and I both know Will would hunt me down.”
Benny thinks a moment before nodding, looking defeated. “You’re right.”
The scratches on his chest have already healed, dried blood all that’s left of them. I reach for him and he moves in, pulling me towards him, my cheek against his warm chest as he hugs me, smelling my head.
“What…what did Will mean when he talked about marking me?”
Benny stiffens. “Nothin’. Just an old ritual.”
“What is it?”
“Forget it. I’m not going to put you through that.”
“Well, we might not have a choice. Just…tell me.”
Benny is quiet again, thinking. He steps back from me and leans his lower back against the counter, completely at ease with being fully naked in my kitchen. Not that I’m complaining.
Not the time.
“It’s an ancient ritual for werewolves. Most of the time, we mate with each other, choosing to take a mate that changes with us and knows what we go through. Occasionally, weres have changed humans just for this. Most of the time they were willing. But sometimes, weres would fall in love with a human and they with them. Well, naturally in the beginning, the other weres would get upset and would typically…go after the human. Killin’ them or…or worse. Anyway, the weres worked out a ritual that would essentially grant the human rights, allowing them to remain human but would tell the other weres that they were off limits for feeding or retaliation.”
“That seems helpful.”
Benny takes a breath before continuing. “The ritual would have to show that the human accepts the were in both of their forms. It doesn’t always end well for a few reasons.”
“If they’re both in love, why not? Does one leave or something?”
A pause.
“Wait…what does the ritual entail?”
His eyes don’t meet him and it makes me nervous. “Basically…the were has to mate with the human-”
“We do that all the time-”
“-while in wolf form.”
Wait…what?
“In wolf form?”
Benny nods, still not looking at me. “And when the were…finishes, they bite the human, typically on the shoulder. It makes the mark appear but only weres and humans who have been through the ritual can see it.”
Silence hangs heavy in the kitchen, the old house creaking loudly.
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
Benny’s eyes snap to mine. “The bite can be painful. I’ve not experienced that bite myself but I have heard from others who have. Not everyone survives it. Apparently, the mark literally burns itself into your skin.”
Damn. “What does it look like?”
“I-what?”
“The mark. What does it look like?”
He cocks his head. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”
“I wanna know I won’t look stupid.”
He doesn’t appreciate my humor. “It’s gorgeous, actually. Sort of shines a whitish, blue color. It sort of twists and turns in a pattern. Every one has a slightly different look to it based on the were and the human, but everyone knows what it means.”
“That sounds pretty cool.”
“You didn’t even ask about the first part.”
“Which part?”
He gives me a look. “The…mating.”
Oh.
“I mean…it’s still just you.”
He shakes his head a little in disbelief. “It doesn’t always end well if the human is female. We can get…intense, during the ritual and you know how big I am in wolf form and-”
“You’re packin’, basically.”
He chokes back a laugh at my bluntness. “I mean, I’m not braggin’ but yes. You can see how that might not always end well for a female human.”
“Maybe. But you’ve got a healing tongue.” I give him a wink and he shakes his head, trying to hide his smile.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I am.”
Silence again, this time the crickets and frogs getting louder with it.
“There’s one more thing.”
“Of course there is.”
“It’s permanent.”
“Well yeah. Most marks or tattoos are.”
“No, I mean the binding. It’s…it’s for life. Dying happens, and that doesn’t affect it but if we separate on our own, as in not being with each other anymore, the tattoo disappears and you’re not protected. And every were now knows it and would want to protect the secret. It…never ends well.”
“Oh. So basically, I’d be with you for…life.”
“Yup.”
Would it really be so bad? I already know, deep inside, when I really think about it, that there’s no way I’m leaving him. Ever. He’d have to be the one to get rid of me, but something tells me he feels the exact same pull that I do.
He must mistake my silence as hesitance because now he’s rambling. “You know what? Nevermind, sweetheart. You don’t have to do any of this. I don’t want you to get hurt, so I could…You could run and I’ll re-join the pack and keep Will in check. Or I could run with you, but then we’d be always looking over our shoulders-”
I hop off the table and take the step or so towards him, my palms flat against his warm chest as I gently glide them up him, my fingers tangling at the hair on the back of his neck.
“Unless you don’t want me, I’m never going anywhere, Benny. I want to be with you.”
Something in his eyes changes. They soften, a love radiating out from them as he watches me.
“Are you sure? It’s not like divorce is an option really here.”
Smiling, I stand on my tiptoes, my face an inch from his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Benjamin Miller.”
He kisses me softer than I thought he would, gently tugging at my lips with his teeth, responding to my moan with his own, his large hand holding the back of my head.
He pulls back just half an inch. “I promise one day I’ll get you a ring.”
“I really don’t give a fuck, Ben.”
He laughs as I try to kiss him again, giving up on his lips and kissing my own path down his neck. He gasps and I feel him harden against my body, but then I remember - we’re on a time crunch. I pull back from him, my hands coming back to stay on his chest.
“So…how does this…work?”
He brushes some hair from my face, cupping my cheek as he takes a moment to think.
“Well…from others I’ve spoken to, it’s exactly like it sounds. There’s no magic herbs or anythin’.” He chuckles at that. “I’m thinkin’ this may need to happen outside. I’d break the bed with my size and I’m not too sure the floor would be terribly comfortable. The females have all told me it can be…intense. But lucky for you, you have me.”
He pulls my face close to his, his grip on the back of my head tightening ever so slightly. “I’ll get you nice and ready for me, nice an’ wet.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out as Benny kisses me, taking the air from my lungs.
“Pretty much, sweetheart.” He chuckles as he pulls away and I follow, nearly falling over.
“Gimme a couple minutes and I’ll set somethin’ up.”
He leaves the kitchen, giving me a quick kiss before he does and now I’m standing here in the silence, the plate of food I had chucked at Will still scattered across the floor. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous at all, but me staying with Benny forever just feels…right. The rest of it? I guess I’ll find out.
I just finish cleaning the floor when Benny pops back in, a small smile on his face as he rubs the back of his neck. “Ready whenever you are.”
He’s still naked as the day he was born, standing there in all his naked glory and it’s all I can do to not climb this man like a tree. Nodding, I dry my hands and walk up to him, my fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt to take it off, but Benny grabs my wrists.
“That’s my job.”
I drop my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he gently strips me of all my clothes, making me just as bare as he is. He takes my hand and leads me outside, the sounds of the crickets and frogs accompanying us as he brings me over to an area near the creek that runs across the side of my property. The ground is softest here and Benny has spread a blanket out over a large patch, making sure that I’d be in the most comfortable place.
“I was gonna bring out those electric candles you have? But really-” He steps back, his eyes dragging over my skin as he grows hard again “-I just wanted to see you naked in the moonlight.”
His eyes darken with lust watching me squirm and he gestures to the blanket, offering a hand to help me sit down. I lay all the way back, shifting my body into the soft fabric below me as he kneels down, hovering over me a moment before kissing me. He pulls back too quick, but before I can pout, he’s brushing his fingers over my cheek, his eyes roaming across my face as his gaze softens.
“I love you so much, you know that, right sweetheart?”
“Not as much as I love you.”
His lips don’t linger on mine as Benny starts to kiss and nip a path down my neck, stopping to pay attention to each nipple, and I can feel his smirk widen with each huff of air I exhale.
He starts to move further down, wedging his broad shoulders inbetween my thighs to pry them open as far as he can, settling down into the blanket as he kisses and nips at my inner thighs, my laughing moans making that lopsided smirk appear again.
Any snarky comeback I may have thought of dies on my lips as he buries his face between my thighs, kissing, licking, and nudging at all parts of me, casually tossing an arm over my mower stomach to keep me from moving. One of my hands finds his hair and I pull it, making him growl into me which pushes me over the edge, his voice lighting me up with my release as I cry his name into the night, my other hand fisting into the sheet beside me. He does this to me a few more times before he pulls back, wiping my off his face with a grin as he stares down at what must be the blissed out look on my face. He runs a thick finger up my cunt and my body twitches.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re still so wet, aren’t you?”
I nod, or I think I do. It’s hard to tell with your head feeling all full of pleasure and fluff. I notice the smile start to fade from his face and that’s when I remember what still has to happen. If I’m being honest, I’m not afraid. I just don’t want him to be afraid.
“Benny?”
“Mmm?”
“Relax. We’ll be fine. I trust you-”
“But what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
“But what if I do?”
I sigh, a small puff of air poofing out from my lips. “If I die being gloriously fucked by the love of my life, then know I died happy as fuck.”
That at least got him to chuckle a little and I can see him start to relax some.
“Tell you what - if it gets to be too much, I’ll yell out something. Like…I don’t know…pizza?”
Now he laughs, the smile that I love so much lighting up his face. “Pizza?”
“Yeah. I don’t typically call out foods during sex so…”
“Pizza it is then.” He chuckles once more as he kisses me, quickly standing up, shuffling from foot to foot.
“Could you, uh…maybe flip over?”
“Like on my stomach?”
“Y-yeah. It would make this…easier. I think.”
“You’re making it sound like fucking your girlfriend is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I toss him a wink and turn over, pushing my ass in the air and my chest down as far as I can. There’s silence for a moment and then the air changes. It’s like I can feel him shifting, the air around our spot igniting with something that I can only describe as magic, as I’ve never seen it outside of, well, Benny shifting.
Soft pads come onto the blanket and I know he’s making noise for me, as he can be nearly silent in wolf form. A cold nose pokes at my ass and I’m about to crack some lame joke, but then he scoots his nose down and starts sniffing, a quick lick across me and my body twitches in response, which I swear he did just to see me twitch.
Giant golden paws appear in my peripheral vision on either side of my head and he nudges at my hair on my back, moving it so he can have a clear bite on my shoulder. Ok, now I’m a little nervous, but it’s more excited nervous?
Soft fur tickles my skin as he sinks closer to me, enveloping me in his scent, filling my nose and my head with it until that’s all I can think of. He warm breaths huff out across my neck and head as he settles down more without crushing me. I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said this didn’t turn me on.
Then, I feel him. Wetter, than I thought, and warm, more warm that I thought too. He starts to push through my folds, trying to get me wetter, but holy shit the size of him. I have no clue how long, but he’s thick, wide as fuck and now I can see where some of the females have said it’s intense - and why some of them didn’t make it. Especially if care wasn’t taken.
Lucky for me, this is Benny.
The more he rubs himself through my folds, the more wet I get and I can’t help the whine that escapes me, desperate for something, anything to happen. The air is so charged with tension, both sexual and situational, that I swear it’s going to ignite. He pulls back and hesitates a moment, pausing to take a breath before he slowly, slowly, starts to push inside.
I can feel myself opening for him, trying to take him in, my skin stretching itself around him as he pulls out, pushing back in slowly again. He’s giving me time to adjust and I am extremely grateful as this is the most I’ve ever…well, done. My face is buried in the blanket, mouth agape as he repeats the process, and I can feel every muscle in him twitch and strain with restraint. Fuck he’s so large. I don’t know if I can…but I have to. I have to. And what’s more is…I want to.
Somehow, some amount of time later (what even is time any more?) he’s fully seated, or as seated as he’s going to be inside me, and he stills his hips, sniffling at my neck as if to ask how I’m doing. Slowly, I turn my face to the side, my breath pushing hair away from my mouth as I take in some fresh air. I can feel him everywhere, around me outside and touching every part of my inside, fully surrounded by him and his scent and it goes straight to my head, just like that first day that I met him.
“I can feel you everywhere. You’re so..fuck. Just…move or whatever. Please.”
He whines slightly and I nod. “Yes, I’m sure. Please Benny.”
A quick, small nip at my shoulder tells me he understands and so he starts to move, opting to thrust even deeper somehow, stimulating all the spots inside me as he does so.
“Oh fuck! No no, don’t stop!” Benny had frozen when I first spoke..yelled? I think I yelled. But when he resumes his movement, I can feel the pride in his thrusts, happy that he can make me feel good even in this form.
It only takes him 3 more thrusts like this before I’m screaming his name into the night, tightening around him as I come. He waits for me to finish, a huff that sounds just like a chuckle coming from him when I start begging him for more. He starts to relax, his body sinking slightly closer to me, his hips more loose, and his thrusts a little harder. It burns slightly, but fuck does it feel good. My legs start twitching as his massive cock continues to stimulate everything inside me all at once, my body starting to slowly inch up the blanket as he relaxes, realizing he’s not going to split me in half.
Which I’d thank him for if he did.
His thrusts start to speed up, more erratic than before and I grab onto his legs, my fingernails digging into his skin as I scream his name again, feeling him thrust into me once more before he howls, straight up howls, into the night, mixing in with my cries of pleasure.
I’d forgotten about the bite.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, blood seeping out from under them and this time I cry out with pain as he holds his jaws there. He hasn’t tasted human blood in years, which dawns on me as he continues to hold me down, still buried inside of me, his seed leaking down my thighs. He’s so close I can feel his pulse quicken, his breaths coming out more intensely, fanning out across my neck and the side of my face. My body is conflicted, the fucked out side of my brain competing with the ‘get the fuck out of there’ side of my brain.
But this is Benny. My Benny.
“I love you, Ben. You got this.”
A moment later and he relaxes, his jaws loosening as he holds his head up and away from my shoulder. He doesn’t move beyond that and I feel him staring down at my back, waiting for the mark to appear-
Oh. Fuck.
I’d forgotten about the mark too, the memory of Benny telling me that it supposedly burns itself into your skin coming roaring back as my back feels like someone is holding a torch to it. I scream, not from pleasure but from the mark engraving itself into my flesh. I try to move away from it, knowing it wouldn’t make it stop but my primitive brain is in charge and it’s telling me “pain bad. Run away.”
Only, I can’t. Benny and I are still joined, his massive body still over mine as he watches me writhing in pain, unable to do anything to help me. Even though I’m in the worst pain I’ve ever been in in my entire life, my skin being burned and morphed so I can be protected and accepted in this new world I find myself in, even though that has all my attention, I still think how hard this must be for Benny, to sit there and watch me and to be able to do nothing about it. I feel guilty, but another brush of fire to my skin has me screaming louder, my upper body twisting and flailing as my hands grip at anything I can to try and find purchase. And then suddenly, it stops. No more flame, no more pain, but now a pleasant, cooling sensation where the fire had been. My body slumps down into the blanket as I cling to this new feeling, the coolness washing over me as I close my eyes.
I feel Benny pull out from me, my cunt aching and sore from where he had been. My legs are stuck in the kneeling position, but I don’t care, a wave of exhaustion coming over me. Benny, still in wolf form, nudges me to turn over and I slowly, lazily, do, feeling him push my legs apart. The last thing I feel before I fall asleep is his tongue lapping at me, my legs and cunt twitching under it.
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I wake to the late afternoon light streaming in from a window, shining gently on my face, the curtains blowing in the breeze. Blinking rapidly, I clear my eyes and realize that I’m in my bed on my stomach, completely stretched out on my bed. And naked. Still naked. I don’t see Benny anywhere but I hear some sounds downstairs.
“Ben?” My voice croaks with sleep and I wonder how long I’ve been out. It feels like days.
I hear him coming up the stairs and then he’s sitting next to me on the bed, gently moving hair from my face.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feelin’?”
How am I feeling? I take a quick mental scan: my knees are sore which makes sense considering all the kneeling. My back feels…completely fine. But interestingly, I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be between my legs, a distant, vague memory of him licking me coming to me through my just woke up haze.
“Did you…lick me?”
He chuckles, a smile appearing on his gorgeous face as his skin crinkles around those beautiful, blue eyes. “I did, yeah. Healing tongue, remember?”
I hadn’t remembered. “I..think I do.”
“Yeah you were pretty out of it. Completely passed out. But that didn’t stop you from coming again.”
I finally look at him fully. “I did not.”
“You did. Fully asleep. But I know those sounds.”
“Oh my God.”
“It was more of a moan-”
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t mean to. But I had to heal you and well…it happened. ‘M sorry.”
My eyes find his. “Never apologize for making me come, Benjamin Miller.”
His smile widens, any concern he had melting away. “I’ll try to remember that….you hungry?”
My stomach rumbles, answering for me. “I guess so.”
“I’ve just about got dinner made up-”
“How long have I been out?”
“It’s about 8pm.”
“So…like 17 ish hours?”
“Yeah sounds right.”
I nod, not knowing what else to say.
“I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs. Unless you need my help?”
“Nah I’ve got it. If I need help, I’ll yell.”
He gives me a quick kiss and heads out, closing the door gently behind him to give me some privacy. I wait a minute or two, finally convincing myself to get out of bed. I feel a little sore, but other than that, I feel pretty fucking great. I grab some clothes from my closet and head into the bathroom, digging through a drawer to find my hand mirror. Gripping it, I turn around, leaning my back against the sink as I hold up the mirror to try and see my back.
The mark is…beautiful. A pale white, blue color, filigree lines weave an intricate desgin from where he’d bitten me on my shoulder down my back, a beautiful pattern dancing across my skin. It doesn’t hurt at all, bending and twisting with my movements as if it wasn’t there. I toss on my clothes and head downstairs, Benny yelping when I smack his ass before sitting at the table where he’d set down a plate with a sandwich and some chips for me. I devour it all, listening to Benny chat idly about anything and nothing, him smiling when I asked for another. After I ate that sandwich too, Benny takes my hand and waits for me to look at him.
“I…I need to apologize to you. I almost lost it last night and I-”
I wave my free hand. “Don’t worry about it, Benny. I knew you wouldn’t.”
“I almost did.” Shame washes over him and I place my other hand on top of his.
“But you didn’t, Ben. It’s so close to the full moon and you hadn’t had human blood in so long. It was a bad position to be in. Well ok, not all of the positions we were in were bad that night.” I give him a wink and he smiles, nodding at what I said.
“Fuck you felt fantastic. It’s so different. Good different. I’ve never…not in wolf form.”
“Not even another wolf?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Well now I feel honored.”
Benny leans forward to kiss me, but the kitchen door flies open and Will strides in, anger and fire in his eyes as he looks between me and Benny. No words are exhcanged but Benny stands, shifting his body slightly in a defensive manner, trying to block me from Will.
And that’s all it takes.
Will launches himself at Benny, knocking him off his feet. They fall to the ground, rolling around punching, grabbing, and growling at each other. I scramble back, nearly tripping over the chair I knocked over as I try to get to the other room where the gun was, the one with the silver bullets. Why didn’t I have this thing glued to my side?
I hear a giant clatter, turning to see Will throw Benny into my fridge, the metal door bending like it was made of paper under his body. He crumples to the floor. I know I shouldn’t be looking, I should be running for the gun, the only way I can save us, but as I turn, swallowing my scream, Will is on me, his fingers twisting in my hair as he grabs it and yanks back, pulling my back flush against his heaving chest. His strong arm moves across my body and pins me to him as I squirm feebly under his grip. He turns, facing me towards Benny who is still on the ground, shaking his head and looking up at his brother in horror.
“No, Will! Please don’t!” Benny holds his hands up in a treaty pose, but Will simply laughs, ice flooding my veins at the sound.
“I told you, baby brother. Either you take her life, or I will. You made your choice and now, you get to watch.”
“No!”
In one quick, fluid movement, Will shoves me to the ground hard, twisting my body so when my back hits the floor, the wind is knocked from me. I watch in horror as Will shifts above me, his pale fur and red eyes staring down at me not even 2 seconds after he’d shoved me to the ground.
And then, he’s on me, his jaws clamping down on my neck, my scream and his snarl, coupled with Benny’s screams of anguish the last thing I’ll ever hear in this life.
Except, nothing happened. I felt no pain, no teeth penetrating my skin. I realize the scream I’m hearing isn’t mine or Benny’s but Will’s, his body contorting back to that of his human form. It’s not pleasant to watch. No longer the quick shimmer, but his body bending and snapping back into place, like some twisted puzzle cube. Once he’s back in his human form he collapses to the ground, heaving into the hard wood floor. I look over at Benny who, to my shock, was smiling.
“What..the fuck…did you do to me?” Will yells at me, spit flying from his mouth as his body twitches with what I assume are pain spasms.
“I- me? You’re the one who attacked me!”
“You fucking BITCH!” Will closes his eyes, the air around him briefly shimmering before it fizzles out, leaving him in his human form. He tries this a few more times, but the shimmer is gone.
“FUCK!”
Benny pulls at my arm, helping me to stand and he motions for me to back up. I comply, completely dumbfounded as to what was happening. Benny leans down, Will lifting his head shakily, his body still twitching occasionally.
“No more wolf for you, big brother.”
“What? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
He leans closer, his smile widening. “You tried to bite a marked.”
Will’s eyes widen, pure shock on his face. “She’s…marked?”
Benny keeps his eyes on Will but turns his head slightly to me. “Show him.”
I turn my back to them and unbutton my shirt, moving my shoulders so the top shifts down my back, exposing my only-visible-to-weres-and-others-like-me mark. Will starts speaking under his breath, steady chant of “No no no no!” getting louder and louder.
“You tricked me!”
“I didn’t do anythin’. You came in here and attacked. You never even gave me a chance to say anythin’.”
I turn back to them, having finished buttoning back up my shirt and now it’s my turn to be shocked as I see Will, muscly bad boy Will, crying, tears streaming down his face.
“It…it’s gone?”
“Yup. No more shiftin’.”
Will dry heaves, tears splattering on my floor. “What…what do I do now?”
“Well first, I’d say you need to get some pants on. But after that? Do some real deep soul searchin’. Because you’ve taken a lot of lives, and most unnecessarily. And you’re about the feel the weight of that.”
Will crumples into a heap on the floor, crying in anger and loss. Benny stands up and backs away from him, triumph on his face at finally defeating his brother. As much as I dislike Will, down to my core, my caring side kicks in and, against my own better judgement, I walk towards him, gathering up his clothes that were scattered. I fold them nicely and gently place them down next to him before walking back to stand with Benny, who studies me as I lean into him.
Will lifts his head, glancing over at the neatly folded stack of clothes and then looks at me, all trace of spite and hatred towards me gone, fully replaced by what I’m assuming is a new feeling to him.
Fear.
EPILOGUE:
Benny takes over as leader of the pack, since his brother is no longer able to shift. He declares that humans are off the menu and to his surprise, everyone agrees. They hadn’t liked Will’s vicious ways but were too terrified of him to say or move against him. They take to their new lifestyle and their new leader quickly, and it’s not long before my kitchen, and my property, are filled with now welcome sounds of them padding around, howling and having a great time. Some of my patients still go missing, but, as usual, no one complains.
Benny officially proposed to me about 2 weeks after our final confrontation with Will. He says the only reason he waited that long was because the ring he wanted for me took that long to custom make, and that was with the jewler prioritizing him because he owed Benny.
We got married in a small ceremony on my property, just family and the pack, whom my family just adores. They all love Benny and are thrilled that I finally met someone and that he’s a good person.
As for Will? He stayed with us for a couple of weeks, Benny helping him to work through his transition away from being a werewolf. He still has to come to terms with what he’s done in his life and that’s a task I don’t envy. Benny gave him his cabin, away from Will’s place where he’d be reminded daily of what he lost due to his ways. I still don’t like him, but I tolerate him for Benny.
And yes - Benny and I do rhomp around, in both forms. After all, who wants to waste a husband who has a healing tongue?
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Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!
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Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!
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characters:
Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller
Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron
Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes
Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia
aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.
kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.
date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.
domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.
☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆
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Masterlist
Updated: March 1, 2023
🔥 smut, minors dni
🌻 fluff
⛈️ angst
🌹 suggestive
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900 followers celebration masterlist
Bridgerton
*no longer writing for peaky blinders
Anthony Bridgerton
⋆ Viscountess' orders 🔥
Benedict Bridgerton
⋆ That's my wife! 🌻
⋆ Strawberry kisses 🌻
Bridgerton sister
⋆ Sickness and Siblings 🌻
⋆ Being the youngest Bridgerton sister would include 🌻
⋆ Our Spring flower 🌻
Moon knight
Welcome to wystie-verse! x, x
⋆ I love you florally 🌻
⋆ Our little thing 🌻
⋆ Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance 🌻
⋆ Keepsake 🌻
⋆ The Hair Problem 🌻
⋆ Amarre 🔥
⋆ Calling them by their name prank 🌻
⋆ Paper butterflies 🌻
⋆ Not saying 'I love you' back prank 🌻
⋆ The Phases of the moon ⛈️🔥🌻
⋆ Moon boys' reaction to see you casually naked for the first time 🌻
⋆ You're gonna be the death of me 🌻
⋆ How do you wake up Lady Gaga? 🌻
⋆ Pinky Promise 🌻
⋆ 'Mwah' is a real word! 🌻
⋆ Moon boys dating a desi girl would include 🌻
⋆ Writing their names wrongly on purpose prank 🌻
⋆ Moon boys getting turned on when you speak angrily and swear in Tamil
⋆ To kiss or not to kiss? 🌻
⋆ Letter to the void ⛈️🌻
⋆ Safest place in the whole world 🌻
⋆ The unicorn sticker 🌻
⋆ Chapter #57 in a book called 'Things you do when you love' ⛈️
⋆ I accept in cash & kisses 🌻
⋆ Jake losing his virginity to you 🔥
⋆ That's my good girl 🔥
⋆ When they decided you are 'The one' 🌻
⋆ To build a home ⛈️🌻
⋆ The Eight legged vile beast 🌻🌹
⋆ Anodyne 🌻
⋆ You look so pretty begging for me 🔥
⋆ Wintery kisses 🌻
⋆ Hugs & other things like Love 🌻
⋆ Kissing it better 🌻
⋆ Hola bitches! 🌻
⋆ Have your boyfriend cover what ruins your face challenge
⋆ The Space between us 🌻
⋆ In Other World ⛈️
Blue Jones
⋆ The eyeliner 🌹
⋆ Dating Blue Jones headcanons 🔥
Werewolf by night
⋆ Once upon a time 🌻
⋆ Tuesdays with you 🌻
⋆ The Wolfman 🌻
The Corinthian
⋆ His heart 🌻
⋆ Imagine being the only human Corinthian tolerates 🌻
Namor
⋆ It's just a game! 🌻
⋆ You are perfect to me 🌻
Donald Pierce
⋆ 'Wiping off the kiss' prank with Donnie 🌻
Matt Murdock
⋆ I'm not pouting! 🌻
Triple Frontier boys
⋆ The Man in a Red suit 🌻
⋆ 'Call your man by his first name and see his reaction' trend 🌻
William 'Ironhead' Miller
⋆ Finding Dory 🌻
⋆ Dating Will Miller would include
⋆ Texting Will when he is away 🌻
Benny Miller
⋆ Dating Benny Miller would include
⋆ The Kiss stays on 💋🌻
Peaky Blinders
*no longer writing for peaky blinders
⋆ The Uncrowned Princess
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omg i just finished your emma vs amy takes and the subsequent discourse about it (which was so refreshing to see btw!! love it when adults can be Adults and argue about the topic without insulting the other person) and I might get fried for this but that incident aside, do you have any other scene/episode in mind where sam reacts the same way or does the same thing?
(im sorry if this isn't your cup of tea for asks! your takes have been Enlightening)
You mean another situation where Sam shoots a person with supernatural abilities who hasn't shed blood and has a sympathetic backstory without giving them a chance? Not as overtly—Benny in season 8's "Citizen Fang" certainly comes to mind, but even Benny, Sam at least made a show of giving a chance by assigning Martin to keep tabs on him and make sure he didn't do anything wrong before trying to kill him. (Though whether there was conscious or subconscious sabotage involved when Sam chose Martin specifically—someone he knew to be mentally unstable—is certainly a good question given Sam had already made death threats about Benny before then.)
The fact that Sam's behavior in 7.13 "Slice Girls" is pretty unique is really what I want to point out about this episode in the first place—that Sam's actions in "Slice Girls" are inconsistent with his previous behavior and future behavior as far as "good" monster episodes. We can turn to examples such as:
1.14 where Sam insists they try and talk Max down instead of killing him, because Max's murders are a result of extensive abuse.
Lenore and her nest in SPN's seminal "monsters can be good" episode (2.03)
Sam thinking Andy is responsible for the killings in 2.05 but still waiting for proof before acting.
2.09 where Sam insists they not kill someone they think might be infected with Croatoan virus before he turns and tries to kill them because that doesn't give him a chance.
Two episodes where Sam faces off against Gordon because Gordon wants to kill him before Sam kills someone (2.10, 3.07)
2.17 where Sam and Dean search for a cure for Madison, who is not aware that she has been killing people.
4.04 Metamorphosis where Sam is the one who takes the initiative to research Rugarus, learns that they can survive without giving into their urges, and insist they go and talk to him about how his body is changing (lol) so he has the chance to fight the urge to kill and eat people.
5.06 where Sam and Dean oppose Cas who wants to kill Jesse, who is a child who is not aware that he has powers and is hurting people.
6.02 where Sam, even soulless, recognizes the innocence of a shifter baby.
Then we have Amy and Emma in 7.03 and 7.13 respectively.
8.04 where the brothers let Kate the Werewolf go because she was turned against her will and killed the man who turned her in self-defense.
8.09 Citizen Fang (already discussed)
I'm getting lazy but then we also have Magda and Jack Kline—both children with powers, one severely abused, the other the son of the devil with uncontrolled explosive powers that could end the world, both of whom Sam attempts to help work with their abilities.
Dean has a more structured series of personal "rules"—a litmus test we see from the very beginning—one Sam often follows as well, but I'm not sure Sam ever really fully grasps that Dean thinks this way.
Has this person hurt or killed anyone?
Was it on purpose or was it outside of their awareness?
If it wasn't on purpose, are they capable of learning to control their urges?
We see this code as early as 1.12 "Faith":
SAM
Wait, what the hell are you talking about Dean, we can't kill Roy.
DEAN Sam the guys playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book.
SAM
No. We're not going to kill a human being Dean. We do that we're no better than he is.
Dean applies the same reasoning in 1.14 with Max:
SAM
These visions, this whole time -- I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess -- because we're so alike?
DEAN
What are you talking about. The dude's nothing like you.
SAM
Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both...
DEAN
Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third.
Despite the exact opposite being the typical fandom perception, early on we learn that Sam tends to define a monster by their features/abilities, while Dean defines a monster by their actions. We see the same with Amy—she is "a monster who killed four people" (7.07) . She isn't a monster because of what she is but because of what she did. This again—is also why Dean doesn't even consider killing her son right after her kid swears to kill him one day. We see Dean, in the rare cases where it comes up, is also perfectly fine with taking out human serial killers they stumble across (ex: Thin Man).
Sam will also kill a human serial killer at times (and murderous witches by 3.09), but he reserves the word "monster" to describe individuals with supernatural features/abilities... and I think the fact that Sam's definition of the term differs from Dean's is something neither brother ever fully realizes about the other, leading at several points to arguments where they are talking past each other and do not understand one another. Sam hears "monster" and thinks "Dean is talking about me", when Dean is operating under a completely different definition of the term that is based on the actions of a person.
When Sam is in a headspace where he is thinking of himself as one of those monsters, he shows increased or lessened sympathy in turns. For example, he assumes Andy's guilt in 2.05 because he is panicked about becoming evil himself and is comparing the two of them (but again—still waits for confirmation) but his sympathy for Max in 1.14 comes from the same comparison with himself. Sam completely misrepresents Amy in 7.03 as an addict who relapsed but more generally is "managing", as a way to compare her with himself... when Amy didn't feed on anyone herself and her actions have absolutely nothing to do with addiction or battling "monstrous urges".
I've been bitching and moaning a lot, but I will reemphasize that there is a more sympathetic reason that Sam shoots Emma—Sam and Dean are both crowding up to the diving board at the deep end of the pool in season 7. Dean's grieving and is drinking extremely heavily to cope and Sam is hallucinating. They are both unraveling at the seams. Neither of them is in a place where they trust the other's judgement because they both know themselves and each other to be unstable. So if we imagine a reality where Sam and Dean give Emma a chance, and it doesn't take, Sam assesses himself and Dean to be in no mental state to cope with a potential surprise attack. It's just that Sam also erroneously compares Amy and Emma when they are not the same, and by doing so, frames Dean wanting to spare Emma but killing Amy as hypocrisy (because they are both "monsters") when Dean's actions are perfectly consistent with his personal ethical code and his definition of a "monster"... and Sam's actions aren't.
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Silver Fox
“Dad Will” Masterlist
A/N: Okay, so had this idea of Will feeling self-conscious about getting older, but also Will just being so faithful. It's a great look on him. This was actually inspired by a moment in one of the "Die Hard" movies, believe it or not.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,855
Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will & Uncle!Benny; Dad!Will & OFC
Plot: Will gets self-conscious about getting older.
Contains: silliness, banter between brothers, humor, proud parents, some flirting, a crude joke
Will has been trying to avoid the inevitable for a while now, but it’s getting harder to do so when it is literally looking him in the face. He grimaces as he takes a closer look at his hair and beard in the mirror. While it blends in better with the blonde on top of his head, the grays don’t do so with his beard. As years passed, it gradually evolved. Right now it’s a multicolored mix of blonde, red and brown with salt and pepper sprinkled throughout.
It started with a few stray strands on his chin and now there is a very noticeable patch right under his lip. He’s clean-shaved it all off once before but Lucy was not a fan at all so he vowed to never do it again. He's considering dying it. Maybe he'll give it a shot.
Since staring at his whole face more intently and up close so much more these days, he’s also taking note of all these wrinkles and fine lines. Where did all this come from?
Don’t even get him started on his body. His back has been hurting more these days and can hear something crack whenever he bends down. Is this what midlife crisis feels like?
"Babe, how much longer are you going to be? We're gonna be late!" you ask him on the other side of the bathroom door.
"I'll be right out!" he shouts before finishing up.
When he steps out of the bathroom, you hold up his gray tie to him.
"Do I have to?" Will groans.
"You wanna look your best for Lucy's graduation, don't you?" you ask.
"Can I wear the blue one though? It makes my eyes stand out.”
“Okay. Your eyes stand out as they are though,” you shrug as you walk over to the closet to switch out the gray one.
“Actually maybe the gray one would make the gray less noticeable,” he thinks out loud, reconsidering.
“Make your gray suit less noticeable?” you ask, confused.
“No, my gray hair. Look at this!” He scrubs his chin and then shoves the top of his head into your face, revealing his scalp to you.
"So what?" You shrug and pop his crisp white shirt collar up so you can slip the tie around his neck.
"I look so old," he frowns.
"Babe, you look fine. It's only a touch. No one's gonna notice." You finish the knot and straighten up the tie and collar.
"Besides, you're still devilishly handsome. Grays just mean your transformation into a silver fox has started," you quickly spit out and caress his gray sideburns before giving him a lingering kiss on his lips. He smiles against you.
"Silver fox? What is that? Like a werewolf?" he asks.
"Oh, it's so much better. If you think your prime has passed..." you smirk and breathe out a chuckle.
Lucy suddenly interrupts the moment when she calls out from downstairs.
"MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY GOWN?!"
"It's hanging in the laundry room!"
As you rush out the bedroom, Will examines himself one more time in the mirror, approving the tie color, even though he's still not feeling so confident about his signs of aging.
***
During the graduation ceremony, you and Will proudly watch Lucy make her way to the stage to receive her diploma. He thought he was subtle, but you caught him sniffling as soon as her name was called out: Luciana Sadie Miller. She carries the family name with so much pride and you both couldn’t be more proud. You reach over for his hand and squeeze it.
It’s official: his little girl is growing up. He’s always expected this day to come but not this soon. He wishes time could slow down. He doesn’t even dare to think of when or if the day comes when he has to give her away. That day is super far away, he convinces himself.
He quickly dabs his eyes after clapping and cheering for her. There is no doubt that Will is Lucy’s biggest cheerleader but right now Benny and Gary are literally the loudest ones.
"Woo! Yeah! That's my niece!" Benny shouts.
After the ceremony, the family waits for Lucy while she has a few celebratory moments with her friends and classmates, hugging and sharing their joy and excitement at this huge milestone in their lives.
When Lucy finally spots her family, she runs over and hugs both you and Will.
“I’m so proud of you, kiddo,” Will says to her, squeezing her tight.
She pulls back and looks up at her father with a wide grin. He plants a kiss on her forehead before returning the smile. She then goes to hug Benny and then Gary, who puts her in a headlock, making her cap fall off, and gives her noogies. Lucy is able to counter, nearly knocking her cousin to the ground with a swift leg sweep.
"Come on, guys!" Benny scolds. "Not here."
Now it's Lucy who has Gary in a firm headlock, making him tap.
“I told you I can fight in a dress and heels,” Lucy tells Gary before releasing him.
***
Frankie wanted to see his goddaughter walk the stage but because of limited tickets to Lucy’s graduation, the Moraleses agreed to meet up with the Millers after the ceremony to celebrate her big day.
When the five of you arrive at the restaurant, you and Lucy stop by the ladies’ room while the men wait by the bar for the rest of the party.
“Oh man, when did your hair start getting so white?” Benny asks while staring at his brother’s head.
“They’re grays,” Will corrects him while loosening his tie and slipping it off over his head. “And they have your name all over them.”
He stuffs the tie into his pocket and undoes the top button of his shirt, feeling less stuffy.
“Nah, I’m sure Luce has her name literally written on most of them. She probably wrote on them herself,” Benny jokes.
“She did and she’s worth every single strand.” Will leans his arm against the bar top next to Benny. “You though?” He shakes his head disappointingly.
“You’re starting to look like dad-- no, papa!” Benny slaps the bar top and points at his brother. “He used to give us that same exact look when we got in trouble.”
“Screw you! I don’t look that old. You look more like him than I do!” Will scoffs.
“Yeah, I got his good looks and you got his grays,” Benny smugly runs his fingers through his smooth dirty blonde hair.
Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Can I get you fellas anything to drink?” The bartender asks.
“Yes, can I please get a Stella?” Benny requests.
"Sure. And for you, sir?" She asks Will.
He turns to the bartender and politely smiles.
"Actually, yes, uh, can I please get a whiskey neat?" He orders.
"You sure can," she replies enthusiastically while raking her eyes over him.
Will watches as she reaches for a bottle on the top shelf.
"Whoa! House whiskey is fine," he jumps in.
"Don't worry about it," she says. "I'll only charge you bottom-shelf."
"No, you really don’t have to," he shakes his head. "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything--"
"It's fine. I won't tell if you don't," she winks.
Will simply nods while pulling his wallet out. Her comment doesn’t go unnoticed by Benny.
“I got this,” Benny jumps in, pulling out his own wallet and gesturing to Will to put his away.
“Dad, can I get a coke?” Gary asks.
“And a coke for the kid, please,” Benny adds.
She acknowledges it with a nod while pouring Will his whiskey. She grabs a cocktail napkin and slides it in front of Will before placing his drink on it.
“Thank you,” Will nods.
“So what are you guys arguing about?” The bartender asks while pouring Benny’s beer.
“Ah, nothing. Just old men stuff,” Will waves a hand.
“What about it?” She puts Benny’s drink in front of him.
“Aging and all the crap that comes with it. The gray and white hairs, wrinkles on my face that I’ve never seen before,” Will starts. “And you can forget about eating fast food ever again. One chicken nugget will bring you down to your aching and cracking knees,” he adds and then takes a sip of his drink. “Wow, this is smooth.”
“Like your skin,” she compliments.
Benny nearly chokes on his beer while Will just looks back at her dumbfounded.
“You make yourself sound like you’re 100,” she says and then places Gary’s soda in front of him, then topping it with a straw.
“You can’t be older than what? 40?” she guesses. “If you tell me you’re anything over 45, you must be lying or you have amazing genes.”
She takes the credit card dangling from Benny’s hand and Will feels the blood rushing to his tanned face.
“You’re very kind,” Will chuckles, not confirming or denying his age. “You look like you have a long life ahead of you so enjoy your youth while you still can.”
“I’m 23, but age is nothing but a number anyways, right?” She shrugs while punching some buttons on the POS system and then charging Benny’s card. “It’s all about how old you feel.”
“Well, it really depends on the context,” Will replies. “I might feel like I’m 25, but my back feels otherwise.”
“Well, I could maybe make your back feel 25 again,” she offers and then gives Benny his card and receipt along with a pen.
“And how would you do that? Are you a physical therapist or something?” Wills asks innocently.
“I get off in an hour if you wanna grab a drink or two while we talk about that,” she proposes, leaning on the bar top across from Will. “Or I can show you.”
Will takes a moment to process what he just heard, thrown off by the bold flirtation. Both Benny and Gary quietly enjoy their cold beverages while their wide eyes ping pong back and forth between Will and the bartender.
"Listen, I am very flattered," Will finally says, bringing his left hand over his chest. “Really.”
"But..." he then flashes his wedding band to her. "Sorry, I'm already spoken for."
Will punctuates the statement with a wink.
“And quite frankly, you’re a bit too young for me. You’re not that much older than my daughter,” he adds. “In fact, we’re here to celebrate her graduation today.”
"Shoulda known a good looking man like you is already taken,” she nods, feeling dejected. “Your wife is very lucky."
His smile widens, reaching his baby blues, and he blushes.
"Oh, trust me. I'm the lucky one," he states, then licks his lips before taking another sip of his bourbon.
She excuses herself to serve another customer.
”Bro, you can cover the tip,” Benny says while signing his credit card receipt. “Since it’s the only one you can give her.”
Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head at him, but a smirk sneaks through.
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Bitchyglitterfox Masterlist
All of my Fics are Reader Insert
Last updated: April 24 2023
** - Indicates Smut
My Recommendation List
House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones
Rhaenyra Targaryen
I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship
Alicent Hightower
The Queen's Secret **
Daemon Targaryen
Moon of my life **
Dragon Riders
Ser Harwin Strong
Coming Soon
Ser Criston Cole
I'll Gladly Be Your Whore **
Aegon Targaryen II
Bath Time
He May Be A Beast Or A Troll
Helaena Targaryen
My Sweet Helaena**
Aemond Targaryen
Little Dove **
Jacerys Velaryon
Remember Me
Christmas Cookies - Modern AU
Go Get'em Tiger
Multiple Characters
Dead Girl Walking
Decorating The Christmas Tree - Modern AU
Series
Survive - Zombie Apocalypse and Modern AU
Marvel - Cinematic and Sonyverse
Moon Knight
Moon Boys Go To Knotts
Rise Once More
Doppelganger
Traditions
Down Bad For Teacher **
The System As College Professors
Sour
Kpop Groups I Think The Moon Boys Would Be Into
Who The Hell Is Moon Knight
Pegging The Moon Knight System**
Jack Russell
Dia De Los Muertos
Champurrado Kisses In the Moonlight
Sorry I Couldn't Save You
Sex Pollen**
Bucky Barnes
A Love Through The Ages
Dancing In The Moonlight
Don't Ever Call Me Doll
With You Til The End Of The Line
Steve Rogers
Travelin' Soldier
One Last Dance
NSFW Alphabet**
Wanda Maximoff
Valentines Day
Moonlight Sunrise
Pietro Maximoff
Angel
Stephan Strange
Anal Play**
Fate
Tony Stark
The One That Got Away
Clint Barton
Marry Me
Peter Parker
Petals and Bullets(TASM)
Always Second Best(TASM)
Full Moon(MSM) Werewolf AU
Multiple Characters
Happy Birthday - Various Avengers
How They Are One Your Period** - MoonKnight and Jack Russell
What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Moon Knight and Jack Russell
Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My!** Jack Russell and Moon Knight
Incorrect Quotes
#1
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Series
Blinding Light** (Hiatus) - Avengers
The Sun Will Shine On Us Again(Hiatus) - Various Avengers
The Sun Will Shine On Us Again Pt 2(Hiatus) - Various Avengers
Dirty Little Secret** - Moon Knight
Stranger Things
Robin Buckley
The Siren And The Fairy**
Stuck
Steve Harrington
Amnesia
First Snow Day
Eddie Munson
Oopsie Daisy
Feeding Time
Christmas Movies
After Concert Treat**
Nancy Wheeler
Coming soon
Jonathan Byers
Breathe Play**
Argyle
Coming soon
Multiple Characters
What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington
Series
Star Wars - OG!Trilogy, Prequels, Sequels, and Shows
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Anakin Skywalker
In Another Life
Luke Skywalker
Shower Sex**
Din Djarin
Forever and Always
Poe Dameron
Hey There Fly Boy
Slashers
House Of Wax
Relaxation
Saviors
Halloween OG and RZ
The Boy
Save Me
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Showing The Hewitts How To Season Their Food
Multiple Characters
Suckin Off The Slashers**
What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Sinclair Brothers and Thomas Hewitt
Series
Triple Frontier
Santiago 'Pope' Garcia
Coming soon
Frankie 'Catfish' Morales
Belly Lift
Will 'Ironhead' Miller
Coming soon
Ben 'Benny' Miller
Coming soon
Multiple Characters
No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten
Series
The Last Of Us
Clementine
Multiple Characters
Series
COMING SOON
COD: Modern Warfare II
König
Silly little Thoughts
Simon 'Ghost' Reily
Coming soon
John 'Soap' Mactavish
Coming soon
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Full Moon Fury
Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller
A Sequel to Moonlight Madness
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: E for Explicit, my friends. 18+ (just like the rest of my blog)
Word Count: 14k
Warnings: **Writers are choosing not to disclose all warnings to avoid spoilers for the ending!** This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol. Fluff/flirting, dirty talk, MM sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (m and f), anal play, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, group sex (MMF), sex toys, slight voyeurism, monster fucking, anal sex, FEELINGS.
Summary: On the one-year anniversary of the night Benny found out that Frankie is a werewolf, Frankie thinks that there is something wicked in the air. But you and Benny just think Frankie is being paranoid.
Notes: Happy Halloween! For the last day of Spooktober we are indulging in a little monster fucking. Enjoy! 🐺🧡🎃
Three days before the change is when Frankie starts to worry. Of course, worrying is something that he always does. For him, there are still too many risks involved with what he has become not to worry. Especially now that there is more than one person he needs to worry about. His sense of smell is more acute right now, eyes opening through the fog of sleep and the musky smell of sleep and slight tinge of sweat makes him curl closer to the body that is in front of him. Both of you are still asleep, Benny wrapped around you from the other side, making you the burrito that you had wanted, and your leg is kicked out from the covers for it. With a werewolf and a Benny in bed with you, the joke was you didn't need covers. He reaches out and caresses your face, then Benny's shoulder - his head is tucked against the back of your neck - with a soft smile that slips into a frown. Wondering if he should maybe ask you two to stay upstairs tonight for the millionth time in the last two days.
The dip and sway of the bed when one of the guys moves always jostles you out of your dreams a little. You've always been a bit of a light sleeper and with two men beside you in bed the difference between being snuggled up warm and safe, and missing some of that comforting presence beside you, is very pronounced. One eye cracks open in time to see Frankie slip out from under the blanket with his back to you and you pout. "Frankieeee..." Even quietly, you whine his name, reaching out to get him to turn around. It's Saturday and it's going to be a full moon tonight. There's no need to get out of bed so early.
“Hey baby.” Frankie can’t help but smile as he twists around to look at you. Still gorgeous even tousled with sleep and barely awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Snuggle into Ben.”
"Come back to bed, baby." Weekends are for being greedy, at least in your opinion. Both of your boys in bed beside you, cuddles for everyone and plenty of lazing around in each other's arms. As much as you all joke about needing coffee to function, it's obvious that waking up together helps the day start more perfectly than anything else. Even caffeine.
He can’t resist when you turn those eyes on him, swinging his feet back under the covers, he’s greedy and immediately wraps his arms around you. His hands curl against Benny’s stomach and makes him grunt, shifting closer to his touch.
Benny is significantly harder to wake than either you or Frankie, but it's like he knows subconsciously that he's missing out on cuddles because the second you sink into Frankie for that first kiss of the morning, you feel Benny's hand grip your hip lightly. He squeezes slightly before reaching past you and finding Frankie's thigh with his long fingers.
Frankie chuckles against your mouth, feeling slightly less anxious as he kisses you. His free hand covering Benny’s so he is connected to both of you, grounding himself in you.
"Morning," Benny croaks, clearing the sleep from his throat and pressing a blind kiss to your shoulder before peeling his eyes open to see you and Frankie tangled up in each other already. "No fair," he grumbles good-naturedly, suddenly much more awake. "You started without me."
“Accidentally woke her up, Benjamin.” Frankie explains playfully. “If you didn’t sleep like the dead, you could have been in on the hot good morning kiss.”
"Cranky wolf." The younger man teases, knowing full well what day it is. He smiles though, a lopsided, dopey-looking thing full of love, and leans over you to kiss Frankie good morning before tugging you into his arms to give you the same.
"You know it's the full moon when Benny wakes up ready to go," you tease right back, as though Ben Miller isn't always ready to show both you and Frankie how much he loves you.
“I swear he looks forward to the full moon.” Frankie rolls his eyes but there’s a grin on his face as he watches you kiss your lover.
Benny huffs indignantly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before looking between the two of you. He knows you haven't forgotten. You have plans to go out for lunch before Frankie has to worry about turning, and even called in the big monthly order to the butcher yesterday to be picked up on your way home. There are flowers in the bedroom and downstairs in the kitchen, and gifts tucked away that he isn't supposed to know about even though he does. "It's...it's more than that this month," he admits sheepishly.
One year. It’s been one year since Benny had shown up on yours and Frankie’s doorstep, heartbroken over his girlfriend. One year since his discovery of Frankie’s alter ego that makes an appearance once a month. And most importantly, one year since he had crawled into your bed, never crawling out if it again. Frankie softens and reaches for the other man, dragging him across you so that he can give him the kiss that he should have given him before he ever changed that night a year ago. Slowly and passionately licking into his mouth until Benny whimpers and Frankie pulls away with a smile. “Happy were-versary.” He teases, a rare moment of levity before he grows more serious. “Happy one year, Benjamin.”
"Happy anniversary, Benny." You wait until the boys have separated to give him another kiss. A lot has happened since that night a year ago, and all of it for the better. The three of you are solid partners now, sharing everything and keeping each other's confidences as tightly as a vault. "I love you, baby."
He hums, holding both of you close and grinning like a madman. "I love you guys so much."
“We put up with you.” Frankie huffs, smirking at the pout on his lover’s face.
"Cranky wolf." Benny repeats, frowning animatedly because he knows it will only take about thirty seconds for Frankie to break and kiss him if he keeps pouting.
It doesn’t take him long, hating the slightly unhappy look to Benny’s face. He huffs and leans in to kiss him again.
This is how it will be all day, you're sure of it. Benny will take absolutely every opportunity possible to drag affection out of both of you, Frankie will pretend to resist but not be able to, and you'll just grin and give them both every second of your attention without any pretense. It is a privilege to love these men and you never squander an opportunity to show them that.
“We should eat.” Frankie tells both of you reluctantly. “Since we’re awake and I can hear Ben’s stomach starting to gurgle.”
"I'll go." You give them both a squeeze and move to slip out from under the covers. "You guys linger as long as you want. Just make sure you come downstairs by the time you smell coffee and bacon."
Both men pout when you slide out of bed between them, but they move to occupy your space. “How are you feeling?” Frankie asks seriously, wanting to make sure that Benny has zero regrets.
"Like I'm pretty glad you put up with me," Benny grins, wrapping his arm around Frankie's waist. The sunlight bounces off the ring on his hand - the one he's been wearing for six months now, ever since the three of you had your backyard commitment ceremony with only your closest friends and family on hand to celebrate - and his smile spreads even wider. "I love you, Frank. And I love that amazing girl downstairs. The last year has been..." He shrugs in an effort not to get emotional first thing in the morning. "It's been pretty perfect."
“It has been pretty perfect.” Frankie reaches up and brushes Benny’s hair back from where its falling in his eyes. “We love you too.” It’s simple to say it, easier to live it now that Ben is completely comfortable with his sexuality and secure in his relationship.
"Still can't believe it's real sometimes." Ducking his head a little, Benny tucks his much taller frame against Frankie's body and sighs contentedly. "And before you say it again, we're not staying upstairs tonight. I know you're thinking of suggesting it at breakfast."
“How did you know?” Frankie grumbles, slightly put out that he’s so predictable that Ben knows what he was going to suggest before he even voiced his concerns. “I just— I have a bad feeling?”
"You always have a bad feeling." Benny presses a kiss to his lover's chest before looking up again. "Everything's going to be okay, baby. We'll feed you and we'll all fuck until we pass out, and then tomorrow we'll rest. Just like we do every month, and every month we love it."
He sighs, even though he knows it will be better that the two of you are with him while he is the monster. “Are we settling into a boring routine?” He asks, raising a brow in amusement at being bored with a werewolf.
The younger of the two men smirks. "I could always wear an edible G-string for you guys or something if you want to make it sexy," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Frankie snorts and gives a chuckle. “I think you just want that long tongue on you cock.” He growls playfully.
"Yeah." Ben rolls his eyes heavily at Frankie, both to punctuate his point and to make the man he loves laugh. "Obviously. And I'm also gonna be walking around the house with a plug in my ass all afternoon so I can take that huge were-cock. " He grins, pecking a kiss on Frankie's lips. "I love every part of you. Wolf included."
Frankie winks at Ben and reaches around him, slapping his ass. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fuck me tonight.” He hums, his cock twitching at the idea of making his lover scream later tonight.
"Since when don't you have enough energy for both?" He hasn't fully passed out since that first night together a year ago, but it took a little while for him to build up the stamina to go a more than just one round with the wolf. Now you're the one who gets tired first, but getting to sit back and watch your boys enjoy each other is never a bad thing. "Does that mean you want me to fuck you tonight?"
“Baby, I want you to enjoy tonight.” Above all else, Frankie is going to make sure that you and Ben are happy. “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me now.” He admits.
"Yeah?" Benny smirks, that familiar pride swelling in his chest as he pulls Frankie closer. Being able to make you and Frankie happy is something that he takes extremely seriously and gets so much joy from. "You want to start the day off with my cock in your ass?" His own morning wood had waned a little since waking, but that thought has it coming back with a vengeance.
“You don’t have to.” Frankie can be a little shit when he wants to be and his smirk is very much along those veins. “Since you don’t want me to moan your name.”
"No." The challenge makes Benny nearly growl, and he bowls Frankie over almost immediately. With his knees on either side of his lover's hips, Frankie can feel the obvious weight of Benny's hard on in his boxers. "I want you to scream it."
Frankie bites his lip and shoots Benny a smug look. “Are you sure you can do that? Make me scream?” He loves to see the fire in Ben’s eyes when he gets like this, reaching down and giving his lover’s cock a rough squeeze.
"Francisco..." Benny clicks his tongue, tsking as he shakes his head and pushes his erection more firmly into Frankie's grip. "Don't you remember the camping trip? You had my name echoing off those hills for days."
“Remind me?” He teases, fingers slipping through the small opening so he can stroke the heated skin of his cock. “Old man, remember? Can’t remember shit.”
“It’s gonna be all you can think about for the rest of the day, baby.” Benny shivers noticeably at the touch but doesn’t shy away from it at all. He leans into it, hips pushing forward to seek out a firmer grip and more attention, and he groans happily when he gets exactly what he was looking for. His own hand easily finds Frankie’s hard cock against his belly, a bead of precum already formed on the tip and making his mouth water.
“Sure it’s not how I’m going to make you choke on my cock tonight?” Frankie’s lashes flutter and he gives a low groan. “Or stretch that tight little hole out and fill it up with a hot load of cum?”
“Fuck.” Frankie’s dirty talk is just completely honest, Benny has found over the last year, and he gives that groan back full force as his cock twitches in his lover’s strong hand. “Get the fucking lube, Frankie, I don’t even care if she eats that entire breakfast without us.”
Frankie chuckles wickedly and reaches over to grope at the nightstand, not letting go of Benny’s cock. “You want to fuck my mouth first?” He asks, smirking at him. “Let me taste that precum?”
The moan Benny lets out is a definite yes, as low and rumbling as it is, and he hates the five seconds he has to pull himself away to strip off his boxers before leaning over to kiss Frankie eagerly. There’s something about the fact that he can switch with Ben that Frankie finds gloriously freeing. Not stuck in one particular role, both of them traded dominance equally and were happier for it. Right now, Frankie shuffles lower on the bed and pats his chest for Benny to get on top of him.
It’s something they’ve done countless times by now, but Benny is still always careful to make sure he’s not putting too much pressure on Frankie’s chest when he situates himself there. He leans forward to brace one hand on the headboard and looks down, not taking this beautiful sight for granted even for a second. Frankie Morales is the only man he’s ever been with and the only man he ever wants to be with, and no matter how filthy the sex ever gets, there’s always so much love in it.
Frankie’s mouth waters at the sight of Benny’s long, beautifully cut cock. Wanting to hear those sounds he makes as he tries to keep his composure just makes him lunge forward to lap at the tip, greedy for him.
"Shiiiit." Benny moans from deep in his chest, shivering a little even from just a small taste. Frankie's tongue is talented no matter what form he's in and both you and Benny are wonderfully grateful for it. His hips stutter forward, searching for more and proving that all it takes to fully wake him up is morning sex.
Worries pushed aside for the moment, all Frankie can focus on is making sure Benny feels good. Twirling his tongue around the beautiful head, he sucks on him lightly, rewarded with another salty spurt of precum.
Everything else slides from Benny's mind as Frankie's mouth envelopes him, stealing all of his focus with those tantalizing hums and moans from the other man that make Benny groan even louder in response. The sturdy bed barely creeks beneath them, but once Frankie is on his hands and knees that will change dramatically.
Frankie’s hands hold Ben’s hips, urging him forward. He knows what he can take and wants Benny to press forward. To take what he wants just like the wolf will tonight. Dark eyes fluttering up at the piercing blue of his lover’s eyes, Frankie sends him a wink.
Frankie can be cheeky and even though Benny has always known that in a lowkey way, since the three of you got together he's realized that those little teases do more to drive him crazy than he ever thought. That little wink is enough to make him shuffle forward, inching closer to Frankie and forcing his lover to take his cock just that much deeper down his throat.
Frankie groans around him, eyes fluttering closed, and his jaw opens wider, loving the thick press of him. Blunt fingers dig into Benny’s hip, more for encouragement than to stay the roll forward. Enjoying the way he pulses in his throat.
Shallow thrusts work Benny's length deeper and deeper, both men dissolving into a symphony of primal noises that get louder and louder the longer they go on. Nothing could pull them from their trance now, and neither man notices your footsteps on their stairs or you standing in the doorway with a filthy smirk on your face. There are few things more pleasurable than watching the men you love indulging in each other, and you aren't about to interrupt them for the world.
Frankie can’t help himself. Not when Benny is so beautifully on top, his hands sliding from his hips as the two of them work in unison. One set of fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock and the others sliding between Benny’s cheeks, massaging the puckered flesh and pressing in slightly.
Benny keens, his hips jolting forward instantly as his cock throbs on Frankie's tongue only to pull back again to eagerly search out the pressure from his fingers. The dual sensations have him nearly spitting swears as his head falls back and his eyes shut in bliss.
Frankie squeezes his cock, roughly starting to stroke himself as he continues to work Benny over. Loving how eagerly Benny seeks out his pleasure. He had been hesitant at first, after that first night, needing reassurances that it was alright to want more or need something from Frankie. This is what he loves to see.
"Nuh-uh." From the doorway you tsk just loud enough for both men to hear, grinning when their heads whip in your direction. "When have one rule in this house, Francisco," you remind him, stepping toward the bed in the same fluid motion where you pull your nightgown over your head. "Nobody takes care of themselves unless they want to." Beside the bed you can see that both men's eyes have blown black with lust and it makes you shiver deliciously. Their eyes are wandering over your naked form with unabashed want and it is glorious. "Do you want to stroke your own cock while Benny fucks your throat, or do you want me to ride you, baby?"
Frankie groans and presses his head back, Benny taking his queue and rocking his hips back so he can speak. “Fuck, ride me baby.” Frankie begs, unable to think of anything better that having both of you on top of him.
That plea is music to your ears, and you quickly lean over to kiss your husband before giving the same sweet gesture to your lover and clamoring onto the bed behind Benny. The head of Frankie's cock is purple and leaking precum, and you lap up the tantalizing beads of sticky liquid before straddling his waist.
“Shit.” Frankie hisses before he takes Benny back into his mouth, completely blissed out by the fact that both of you are weighing him down.
"Already got both of us on him and we've barely been up half an hour." The hum in your voice is so pleased as you sink down on Frankie's long cock, and Benny twists in place to swallow your moans in a kiss.
"Half an hour is too long to wait," he contends, letting the fingers of one hand dance over your clit before turning back to watch his own cock disappear down Frankie's throat.
Frankie groans in agreement, sucking around Benny’s cock and reaching around him to grip your hip.
"Fuck, Frankie." Each time you bottom out you roll your hips, grinding figure eights in his lap and reveling in the way he twitches inside you. It won't take any of you long to cum like this, but you're not about to let Benny miss out on any ounce of pleasure that he was getting before you came upstairs, so you reach for the bottle of lube a few inches away on the mattress and slick two of your fingers in the cool substance to press between his cheeks. Your fingers are smaller than Frankie's, but that doesn't mean you can't give Benny an extra jolt as you start to slowly work him open.
“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck.” Benny’s head drops down to his chest and Frankie lunges forward to take him deeper. Trapping him between the two of you and loving the way that he moans.
“Our boy loves being wrecked.” You can’t help but coo, greedily pulling more moans out of Benny at the same time your tight, wet cunt makes Frankie growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Working together to make your lover cum is one of your favourite things in the world. “Gotta work you open and get a plug in that ass early today, don’t we, Benny? Gotta get you ready for tonight.”
Benny moans, nodding as he pushes back against your fingers. “Gotta— gotta get ready for that fucking fat cock.” He moans, looking down at Frankie and reaching down to caress his face.
“Yeah you do.” Once you have two fingers buried in Benny’s tight hole down to the knuckle, you work in the long, deep strokes you know he likes to pull him apart along with Frankie’s mouth. “You’re gonna let the wolf fuck you as hard as he wants, aren’t you, Ben?”
The whine he lets out is low and needy, submissive because he knows he will. He will do anything the wolf wants him to.
“I know you will, baby. I will too. Anything for our wolf.” Your practiced fingers know just the angle to press on his prostate and Benny bucks against you fiercely. “You gotta cum for us now, though, baby. Can you do that, Benny? Can you pour all that delicious cum down Frankie’s throat?”
He keens, rucking his hips forward so he can bury his cock in Frankie’s throat. He chokes for a fraction of a second before he catches himself by swallowing, wanting him to cum. Your cunt clenches around his dick and his hips buck up to drive deeper into you.
Benny is the first to fall over the edge. The stimulation takes him over entirely and he tenses through his whole body, spurting hot jets of sticky salty cum down Frankie's throat at the same time he draws your fingers tight against that pleasure spot deep inside him. You have to slow your needy bounce on Frankie's cock because of it, desperately gripping Benny's sweaty skin and drawing figures in your husband's lap while Benny rides out his orgasm.
Moaning, Frankie gulps down the spurts of cum as best he can, eyes on Benny as his lover’s face twists with pleasure and his hand grips the headboard for support. Some dribbles of his cum escapes from the corners of his mouth, making him smirk at how much he is cumming.
When he can breathe again, Benny carefully draws back from Frankie and lifts off of your fingers, moving to the side of the bed where he can see and kiss you both.
You’re greedy when Benny moves away from Frankie, lunging forward to lick at the remnants of his cum and slide your tongue into his mouth to taste him off Frankie’s tongue. Not that he minds at all. He wraps his arm around your back and kisses you back eagerly, reaching for Benny to drag him close.
With one hand anchoring you to him, Frankie takes control of the pace. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you, not harshly but with strength and purpose, determined to give you that perfect feeling of fullness at a pace that will leave you breathless.
He groans, loving how you move with him, your hips rolling down to meet his thrusts. He turns and looks at Benny. "Love, suck on her nipples." He orders the younger Miller brother. "Drive her crazy while I fill her up."
Benny doesn’t hesitate, already in a mind to take orders from Frankie early in the day. He cups both of your tits in his large hands and lowers his mouth to them greedily, flicking his tongue over both buds before latching on to one and nipping at the sensitive flesh with so much fervor anyone else would think he was starved for physical affection.
He loves watching Ben with you, how eager and happy that he gets to touch you. The reverence in his touch and the way that he gets to be involved with the two people he loves, no having to choose. “Feel good baby?” He coos to you. “Benny’s mouth is so good, isn’t it?”
“So fucking good.” You can barely keep your eyes open, the twisting and tightening in your core heralding an intense orgasm that you barely have time to warn them both in time for.
Frankie hisses, feeling how you grip him like a vice while you try to bounce on his cock. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He can’t vocalize beyond growls when he’s the wolf, so he makes sure he heaps praise on you and Benny while he can. “Oh fuck, soak me baby.”
Honestly, you’d do anything he asks as long as he uses that voice of absolute authority laced with unyielding adoration, but right now you can’t do anything but cum anyway. It’s like a flood, coating his cock and pushing out of your tight hole with every grind of his hips – only intensifying when he cries out a moment later and follows you into bliss.
He loves the way you collapse on top of him, chuckling slightly when Benny immediately curls up with you and kisses you tenderly. “Thought – thought you were gonna fuck me?” Frankie huffs teasingly.
“I was,” Benny pouts, nuzzling into you like you’ll defend him. “But then our girl needed fucking, too.”
“Very true.” His hand slides down your back lovingly and he pats your ass. “So there’s no convincing the two of you to stay upstairs tonight?” He asks quietly after a few moments of blissfully panted silence.
“Frankie,” you shake your head and stretch to kiss him softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ve been doing this for years, love. It’s always okay.” Whatever has made him worry this time, he’s nearly verging on paranoid this month.
He can’t articulate why this month is so worrisome, but it is. And because he can’t exactly pinpoint a cause, neither you or Benny would believe him. Huffing, he looks back and forth between the two of you. “Use the chains tonight.” He begs softly. “At least that.”
“If there’s an issue, we’ll use them.” That much you can promise him. “But baby, we haven’t needed them in ages. Everything’s going to be fine just like always.”
He closes his eyes, grounding himself in the touch of the two of you. “I love you both so much.”
“We love you too, baby.” Benny hums, pressing kisses to Frankie’s shoulder and then his cheek and lips. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
That’s not what he’s worried about, but he doesn’t argue. There’s something about tonight’s moon that has him restless, uneasy. Instead of voicing it again, he smiles at you and Benny. “Why don’t we have breakfast and get the day started?” He asks softly. “It’s going to be a long day.”
“There’s ham heating in the oven and I put the waffle mix in the fridge.” You shrug a little when Benny smirks. “When you didn’t come down right away I figured you might be up here a while…and then I got curious.”
“You are always curious.” Frankie can’t help but smirk, sending Benny a wink. “She’s kind of a voyeur, isn’t she?”
“Little bit.” Benny agrees, playfully biting your shoulder before he starts picking up discarded pieces of clothing and distributing them to their owners. “I think we’re just too sexy for her to resist.”
Chuckling, he watches you pout slightly as you lift yourself off his cock. “Bet she wants to be sandwiched between us tonight.”
“That should not surprise either of you.” Quite frankly, it’s your favourite place to be. Caught between them and held fast, only able to hold on tight while they give just as much pleasure as they take. It’s heaven. Your own personal bliss.
Benny smirks at winks at you. “You want to be stuffed full tonight?” He teases. “Werewolf and human cock inside you?”
“Fuck yes.” Full moon days really are just all sex and eating - gluttony and lust in the very best possible ways as you and Benny make sure Frankie always feels safe and loved no matter what form he’s in. “I’m thoroughly looking forward to being sore tomorrow.”
“Then I will have to make sure the two of you don’t lift a finger.” Frankie hums, sitting up and watching the two of you get dressed.
“You never let us.” Rolling your eyes at Frankie as though it were some kind of dramatic point of contention, you just end up grinning. “Remember the second moon after Benny moved in and he tried to go get the newspaper? You wouldn’t even let him off the couch.”
“He had taken a hell of a fucking the night before.” Frankie huffs, rolling his eyes. “The wolf took him twice.”
“Oh yeah.” Benny chuckles, bordering on a naughty giggle. “Fuck, that was a good night.”
There’s of course a sense of pride that makes Frankie puff up slightly. Giving him the edge to crawl out of the bed and get dressed. “Every moon is good with you two.” He murmurs as he starts to pull on his boxers.
“Exactly.” Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you offer the most reassuring smile to Frankie you can summon, willing him to relax with all your might. “That’s why I’m not worried.”
He bites he lip but he doesn’t argue, his stomach jittery and he doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to either of you. The last year has been the best of his entire life and he doesn’t want to ruin it with the gloomy shadow of his self-doubt. “You’re right.” He huffs, shaking his head. “Let’s go eat.”
******
It really is a nice day. They celebrate Benny’s anniversary with a leisurely late lunch and stop at the butcher’s on the way home to pick up supplies for the night. At this point the local specialty butcher just thinks the Morales-Miller household is extremely into grilling and smoking, and he passes along a dry rub recipe this month that you pretend to be extremely excited about. The wolf doesn’t go for seasonings or any kind of cooking whatsoever, but this very kind and very normal man never needs to know that.
Frankie wrinkles his nose when the three of you get into the truck. “It’s spicy.” He huffs, smirking slightly. “It might be good for some other time.”
“The last thing we need is all the pepper in that making the wolf get snot all over us,” Benny jokes, tucking the little canister of spices into the pocket of his jacket for safety.
Frankie barks out a laugh and shakes his head while he turns the engine over. “No we can’t have that. But you like it when the wolf licks you.”
“Yeah, obviously.” Benny laughs along with him. “But having a two-foot-long tongue lick my dick and getting wolf snot on me are two very different things.”
“You have a point.” Frankie’s hand reaches back into the backseat and he squeezes your knee. Even though it’s a quad cab, you insist that Benny would be scrunched in the backseat.
Giving Frankie’s hand a gentle squeeze before he takes it back to put the truck in gear and head home, you lean forward in your seat and rub Benny’s shoulders a little. “Everything’s all set for tonight, now. We’re just waiting on sunset.”
“Sorry.” Frankie grimaces. “Having to plan every full moon around my furry problem. Instead of going out and just having fun.”
“Hey, you guys drop everything once a month to take care of me when the bloody flood takes over,” you remind him, also reaching over to rub Frankie’s shoulder. “I don’t really see how this is different. We even both crave red meat.”
Benny snickers and nods. “I think he craves a little more than just one steak though babe.” He teases, reaching over hold onto Frankie’s thigh.
“Well yeah.” You shrug and sit back again. “But my point stands.”
“Yeah. I know.” Frankie appreciates the support, it’s one of the reasons why he’s so insistent on taking care of you after the full moon. God only knows what would happen if he didn’t have you and now Benny there to distract him. “It’s a good damn thing you didn’t shoot me the first time you saw me, Ben.” He chuckles, recalling the other man’s shock.
“I think my reaction was fairly calm, all things considered.” He squeezes Frankie’s thigh in apology all the same, trying to make it seem much more lighthearted than the whole thing had been. “How could I have known it was you? All I knew was that the woman I love was in danger.”
“I love that you would protect her.” Frankie can’t help but pick up Benny’s hand and kiss it.
“I’d do anything for you guys,” Benny murmurs, kissing Frankie’s hand gently, the same way Frankie had his. “I love you both so much.”
“We love you too.” Frankie assures him, smiling softly. “So goddamn lucky that you love us, Ben.”
The next few hours are relatively calm. Getting things ready for Frankie’s transformation is like a dance between the three of you now, and with Benny’s help you’re sitting in the basement in a cuddle pile well before the first strains of muscle pain and bone growth ever hit Frankie’s body.
Frankie holds you in an iron grip, the urge to rush outside, away from you, nearly overwhelming. He can’t though. He doesn’t want to hurt someone and it could happen out there. Here was safer, you both know how to manage him. “I love you.” He whispers desperately.
“I love you too, baby.” You give him a kiss before you have to let him go, letting him linger there as long as he needs to for comfort before the wolf begins to take over. Frankie has one hand on you and one hand on Benny - the same words and gestures for both of you as he takes this second to ground himself in being safe and unconditionally loved. It’s always like this, every month is the same, but you can tell he hasn’t let go of his anxiety when he keeps dragging you and Benny back for more short kisses, filling the time that he is still completely himself with nothing but affection.
Frankie hisses, the familiar burn of pain searing through his gut. His hands pull away from you as if burned, not wanting to claw at either of you while he’s changing. “Get— get back.”
“We’re okay, baby.” Benny soothes, just as much for you as for Frankie. His arms circle you protectively and he holds you to his chest. Not because Frankie has ever lashed out but because it makes him feel safer to know you’re protected in case something ever did go wrong. From opposite ends of the basement you watch each other - you and Benny ready to jump forward at the first sign that Frankie is in more or different pain than usual, and Frankie ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.
The sickening crunch of bones comes first. Making him grit his teeth and hiss in agony. Fists clench and then his hands shooting open as the fingers are the first to start transforming.
It doesn’t get easier no matter how many times he has to go through it - to feel it happening or to watch. It’s straight out of a horror movie, and to know that it’s Frankie suffering makes it that much worse. But at the end of everything he’s still your Francisco - husband and lover and amazing life partner - so you and Benny stand by to support him. You find things to celebrate about this transformation that would otherwise be horrific without any silver lining. The part that’s hardest though, is this face. Watching Frankie’s handsome, soft face take on hard angles and elongate until the only part of him that you can easily recognize as Frankie is his eyes.
The way his spine elongates is probably the most painful part. When he’s human, he’s about four inches shorter than Ben. During the full moon? He’s easily a foot to a foot and a half taller than his lover. It wasn’t as if they had taken out a measuring tape to see.
“Hey….” A soothing voice helps him most right after the change, and you step forward to offer him a soft smile. No matter what, that’s still your Frankie in there. You and Benny would never let him feel like anything but himself if you can help it. “You okay, baby?”
A growl rumbles out of his chest, eyes turning towards the two of you and he sniffs the air. His towering height diminishes as he drops down to all fours and prowls towards the two of you.
"Hey, there's our man." Benny smiles, reaching out to let Frankie sniff him and decide how fast he wants the night to progress.
Frankie snorts, huffs at him and there is the tiniest lick of his tongue against Benny’s palm.
"You can do better than that, big boy." When Benny laughs it's more than a chuckle - it's deep in his belly as he sees the amusement register in Frankie's eyes. "Take your time, Frank. You know that. We have all night."
Now that he’s changed, instinct takes over. His head butts against the hand again before he turns to you. Piercing eyes watching you before he shoves his nose into your crotch.
"You wanna fuck before you eat tonight, Frankie?" It's your turn to laugh, shaking your head a little as you pull your dress over your head. He determines how these nights start, and tonight you're starting with nudity right off the bat.
Frankie growls again, pressing his nose against your panties and then dragging his cold nose up over the skin of your stomach. Stopping for a moment before coming up and flicking his tongue against your nipple.
It makes you whine the first time - it always does - because even though you know that the wolf's tongue is a different texture than you're used to, it still always takes you just a little bit off guard the first time every month. "I'm all yours, baby," you remind him, running a gentle hand through the fur on his cheek before looking up at Benny. "Both of you."
Satisfied with that, Frankie turns as he catches the scent of the meat. The growling of his stomach audible as he moves towards the table.
You grin when Frankie is distracted by the meat from the butcher, stepping out of your panties and snuggling into Benny’s arms as your wolfish husband starts to eat. “Food and sex,” you joke to Ben. “All species are the same.”
“I’m sure we would be hungry too after that kind of work out.” Benny jokes. “Growing nearly two feet is hard work!”
"I'm not begrudging him." In Benny's arms, you let Frankie take things in whatever order and whatever time he needs. Though usually eating an entire SUV's worth of meat only takes him a few minutes anyway. "Lord knows I'm the same way around my period."
“Our grocery bill is insane.” He snickers as he watches Frankie stare to tear into the meat.
"We can afford it." The three of you might not be living in the lap of luxury, but you're more than able to feed and shelter yourselves and provide occasional treats for each other - Frankie's monthly meat bill might be expensive but it's a small price to pay for knowing that he's safe and cared for in wolf form. If he had to hunt? Who knows what terrible thing might have happened to him by now.
Benny hums his agreement, wrapping his arms around you and he can’t help but cup a breast. “We could always distract ourselves.” He murmurs into your ear. “Until he’s ready to play.”
"Food and sex," you laugh softly, but you're already wrapping your arms around Benny's neck to keep him close. "You wanna play a little, Ben? Get ourselves all riled up until Frankie can smell the arousal on us?"
“You read my mind.” He smirks and tweaks your nipple gently. “I could always bend you over and eat you out.” His lips press against your pulse. “Make sure you’re nice and wet for that big cock.”
"Mmm..." Just the little pinch is enough to wake your body up, flesh starting to pebble in the chilly basement with just the barest contrast of Benny's habitual warmth. "You could definitely do that."
He smirks and kisses right behind your ear. “Go bend over right in front of our wolf, baby. He should have dinner and a show.”
There’s only so many pieces of furniture in the basement considering you really do need the open space for Frankie’s lumbering bulk, but the boys’ suggestion of installing both a sturdy swing and a sort of balance beam in the back third of the room by the large table have saved a lot of knees over the last few months. Right now it means that you don’t have to get on your hands and knees on the cement floor, it means you can bend over the balance bar and let Frankie watch with hungry eyes as Benny lowers himself to your cunt.
There’s nothing prime about the way Benny eats you out. He’s voracious with his. Hands gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart so he can bury his tongue in your walls and push his nose up against the toy in the pulsing little hole of your ass.
Frankie, however, slows in his voracious eating, watching the way you shudder and quake for Benny with undisguised hunger of his own. There’s no reason for him to get between the two of you until he’s finished his own meal, but he growls in approval when you moan Ben’s name in the vast, echoing room.
Benny huffs, chuckling into you while his tongue plunges deep. His eyes cut over to where Frankie is watching and he sends the wolf a tiny wink, egging him on before he lets go of your ass with one hand so he can palm his cock through his basketball shorts.
The boys like to play games with each other, you had found out quickly. Especially when the wolf takes over and Benny knows he can play with Frankie’s baser instincts without any of the negativity of actually having someone else touch you. It’s simply that the wolf wants what he wants when he wants it, and you and Benny love it when the wolf wants you.
Growling, Frankie’s head lifts up, licking his chops and the meat isn’t even completely gone yet. Eyes narrowing as Benny continues to rub his cock and moan into your folds while he licks you.
“You like what you see, Frankie?” The wolf never leaves his meal unfinished unless he is intent on having one or both of you right away, and right now it’s looking that way. Like Benny’s teasing is completely paying off in the best way.
The sound he makes rumbles through his chest, the clicking of the claws hitting the concrete echoes as he moves from around the table.
Benny doubles down, pulling his cock out of his shorts to squeeze the base in full view of the wolf while he sucks your clit harshly into his mouth to make you scream as he pushes you toward the first orgasm of the night. Both of you having been wearing plugs all day to prepare for whatever kind of play you want and it’s going to be a very happy anniversary for Benny. You’ll make sure of it.
Frankie drops down to his front forearms, growls as he sniffs along his lover’s neck, his tongue coming out to rasp against his pulse. Tasting the sweat, the day from his skin. He tastes bits of himself, from earlier in his human for and you. He growls again, licking harder as he replaces it with his own.
Benny shivers a little at first, always a little extra excited to have the wolf’s attention because of the extremely positive associations he has from that first night a year ago. It’s a little indulgent, a little hedonistic, and completely wrapped up in love. “You want me to smell like you, huh baby?” He grins, knowing exactly what Frankie is doing.
Making a rumbling sound of agreement, his tongue rubs over his skin again and again. The tiny barbs on his tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh.
Benny has joked on multiple occasions that you can never get a dog because he’ll get a hard on anytime the pup licks him, and right now is complete proof. He had already been hard from eating you out but now he’s bordering on becoming his own marble statue - tense and aching everywhere except for the weeping head of his cock.
There is a definite edge to the way that Frankie pushes Benny, moving him away and isolating him, his broad back turns to you as he crowds over the younger man.
It’s impossible to look over Frankie’s shoulder in this form, but Benny peaks around his arm to make sure you’re okay with this development only to find you perched on a cushion watching intently, and he grins at your voyeuristic tendencies before giving the wolf his full attention. He steps out of his shorts so Frankie doesn’t have to tear them, kicking the fabric away to leave himself bear and vulnerable, knowing that no one in this room has anything but pleasure on their minds.
As the wolf, Frankie has to be conscious of his claws, aware that they are razor sharp and could easily shred through flesh and sinew. His paw hits Benny’s shoulder and hand presses down.
He can take a hint, and Benny smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of Frankie and settles himself on one of the many soft matts they now keep strewn around the basement for times like these. There's no disguising how eager both men are at this moment, not that Benny would ever hide from Frankie how much he wants him - not anymore.
It’s fitting that Benny is in his knees in front of Frankie tonight. Especially since he had been there the very first night. The large cock twitches and he shuffles forward, eager to feel the pleasure of Ben’s mouth.
Benny groans when Frankie tilts his hips forward again, hands holding onto the strong frame looming over him as he licks and mouths at the enormous length in front of him. Frankie’s indignant snuffles make him grin, and Benny kitten licks the tip of his lover’s cock again before diving forward to take as much of it into his mouth as he possibly can at once. He’s learned a hell of a lot about how to give Frankie the perfect kind of pleasure he craves, and he puts it to use as often as possible - and the full moon usually means using every trick in the book.
The howl he lets out is soft, not nearly as loud as it would be if he had just changed. His claws dig into the beam above his eyes, his elongated snout tilted down to watch the very human lips wrap around his cock.
Swallowing around the thick head of Frankie's transformed hard on is one of Benny's favourite ways to pull reactions from the wolf, the extra tightness and heat always making Frankie react so gorgeously every time. Benny's become an expert in this - in giving pleasure the way he never had before - but on nights like tonight he's more eager than he is calculated. He gets messy quickly, not caring about the pornographic visuals but only about making Frankie feel as good as he possibly can.
The rough snap of the wolf’s hips is greedy, animalistic. Baser in need and pleasure that the human lover he deals with. Frankie chases the warmth found at the back of Ben’s throat. The moans that vibrate up his shaft. Sharp eyes watch the way the other man’s cock leaks and bobs eagerly. There’s only been a few times where the wolf has submitted to the human, but tonight is about his control.
It's demanding, and Benny recognizes this tempo from a few times before - the dominant pace of the wolf showing him who he belongs to and who will protect him, taking pleasure before he gives it. Benny would never have considered himself submissive in any way before being in a position like this, but these days he will readily admit that it has its moments of being incredibly worthwhile. He loves the give and take of it, knowing that after the wolf has taken everything he wants Benny will be rewarded with just as much in return.
There is something about the wetness of his mouth that the wolf craves. As much as he loves your mouth, Benny is obsessed with taking all of him. A feat that hadn’t been accomplished but he tries. Frankie growls and one hand comes down to cup the back of Benny’s head as he thrusts his cock down the younger man’s throat.
If it is a teasing payback for the morning, Benny will gladly take it. Frankie fucks his mouth and throat like he owns them, and in this moment he absolutely does. His whole world has narrowed down to just the way Frankie’s cock feels throbbing in this mouth, and his own dribbles another spurt of precum onto the concrete floor as he tries one more time to take every inch of the wolf. He doesn’t even register the soft sounds of your muffled moans as you touch yourself while watching them.
Looking over his shoulder, Frankie growls, smelling your arousal. Seeing the wetness on your fingers as you sink them into your cunt. The wolf is very aware that he cannot push his own claws into your cunt. It’s one of the things the beast laments.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” you grin at Frankie, letting the timber of his growl roll through you. That sound combined with the way you curl your own fingers inside you is delicious.
He huffs, shaking his head before he turns his attention back to Benny, focusing on him.
"Been wanting to do this since this morning, haven't you?" Benny grins up at him, both hands working up and down the wolf's hard length in long strokes. "Pumping cum down my throat just like I did to you in bed."
Grunting, he thrusts his cock into Benny’s grip, throbbing insistently and close to cumming for the first of many times tonight. Lips curl back and he shows his teeth, hisses loudly.
"That's a yes." The younger man's grin becomes a cocky smirk. "Cum for me, Frankie." Benny hums, leaning forward on his knees to swallow his cock all over again.
The sound is guttural, harsh. Perfect to accompany the rough thrust where the wolf buries his cock in the willing throat of his lover. Not caring about the teeth scraping, just the warm suction as he starts to cum.
Benny groans, shuddering with his own kind of pleasure as he swallows every drop he's able to before the sheer amount of sticky fluid pouring down his throat begins to overwhelm him and dribble out the sides of his mouth. His eyes are watering and he's nearly drooling, so overcome with his own need to cum that his own cock twitches desperately in the cool air as Frankie's torrential orgasm begins to subside.
In wolf form, Frankie is never satisfied, not until he’s cum at least three or four times. His appetite for sex as ravenous as for food. So when the last rope of cum is deposited into Benny’s mouth, he’s already pulling his cock out so he can turn the other man over and fuck him, dropping down to all fours right before he buries his tongue in his ass to get him ready.
Deftly extracting the plug that Benny had been wearing all day - the one that matches yours, as a fun little nod to how the boys planned on sharing you tonight - Frankie growls in approval as Benny cries out beneath him. He is aching to cum, practically breathless with need, and he knows that he'll come apart completely untouched once that cock is buried inside him again.
Only when Benny’s tight little hole is pulsing does Frankie stop. Pulling his tongue away before you move into view with the lube. Only the small portion of him that remains Frankie keeps him from just plowing into the waiting little hole without lube.
"You in the mood to sit your gorgeous ass in that swing and watch?" Benny asks, pulling you down to kiss him just before he feels the drip of moisture on his overheated skin that tells him you're multitasking - lubing him up at the same time you indulge in a kiss. "Or do you want to join us?" Looking up at Frankie, you raise an eyebrow in question and smirk. "I don't think he's in the mood to share after all," you hum. "But maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll let you slip inside my aching pussy while he fucks you. I can see how badly you need to cum."
Frankie huffs, snorting as he grips Benny’s shoulder and yanks him back up against his chest. The tip of his cock grinding against his ass and another little growl rumbles in his chest impatiently as he tries to line up while keeping Benny anchored to him.
"Let me help, baby," you practically tsk Frankie in his impatience, reaching between the two men to wrap your hand as far around the wolf's cock as you can and guide him to the tight heat of Benny's waiting hole.
Frankie grunts, turning and licking your neck, even as his hips lurch forward before you’ve properly lined him up.
"You're welcome." It's said with a grin, and nearly drowned out by Benny's deep moan. If he wasn't being held up by the wolf's large, carefully placed paws, he would have immediately fallen forward with the force of the thrust.
The louder canine whine of satisfaction is your answer, moving his hips forward until every inch of his large cock is buried in the tight hole of the man in his grasp, turning his head and pressing his snout to Benny’s pulse before he starts to move.
Benny reaches for you, pulling you into his arms to feel that connection roll through three bodies instead of two. The taste of Frankie's cum is musky on his tongue when it plunges into your mouth, and you ring your arms around his neck to hold on tight. It would be an uncomfortable angle to try to fuck you in, but his wandering hands find your dripping cunt and his mouth makes its way down your throat and chest to latch on to your tits hungrily. His moans and grunts absorb into your skin and vibrate through you as his long fingers curl inside you, and you wrap your hand around his aching, purple cock in turn. He'll be lucky to last a whole two minutes with you stroking his length and Frankie fucking his ass so mercilessly, and you can't wait to hear him scream.
Frankie's hold on Benny tightens, pulling him back, almost completely out of your grip. He's possessive, curling around him and grunting with the bruising force of the pace that he's set. Both arms are around him, one across his chest, pinning him to him and the other is lower, sliding down his stomach and knocking your hand away from the man's aching cock.
The whine it earns from both you and Benny is honestly borderline pathetic, neediness wound up in both of you in tight knots, but you step back. Frankie gets what he wants when he’s in wolf form for very obvious reasons, and tonight it seems he wants Benny to himself. While it’s unusual for Frankie as the wolf to not want all the physical pleasure he can get at any given time, it isn’t unheard of, so you end up back in the swing to watch and eagerly await your turn while Benny is on the verge of exploding the second one large paw flattens itself against his belly.
Hot breath washes over Benny's skin. Followed by the wet tongue that is determined to taste every inch of him. Rasping over his skin again and again while his cock drills deep into his ass, growling happily at the sounds he is making while he fucks him. For some reason, he doesn't want to have you touch Benny, have him touch you. He wants to keep it separate.
“Greedy,” Benny huffs, voice laced with amusement and heavy with pleasure, breaths forced out of him at a punishing pace as Frankie rockets them both toward cumming.
There’s no denying that. Growling in his ear, Frankie bends his legs, changing the angle so he is rocking up into Benny and striking against his prostate.
“Fuck, fuck— fucking hell—” Any clever second comment is completely stolen from the tip of Ben’s tongue, feeling that perfect pressure and sinful angle in every one of Frankie’s quick thrusts. He practically goes cross eyed, gasp caught in this throat as spurts of hot, sticky spend erupt from his own cock and splatter onto the cement. The orgasm takes him over entirely, and in that moment Ben Miller probably couldn’t have even recalled his own name - though he sure as fuck knows Frankie’s.
The tight vice around his cock is sublime, making Frankie throw his head back and howl. Hips stuttering for another frantic thrust before he’s cumming. The hot rush of his seed filling Benny and pushing out of him with every jerk of his hips.
“Fucking shit…” Benny gasps, clinging to Frankie’s enormous frame so he doesn’t end up crashing onto the hard floor. “Happy anniversary to me, I guess,” he jokes, flashing you a grin.
There’s a moment where Frankie is softer. His snout turning into Benny’s neck and nuzzling him, holding him as he comes down from his high. Just pulsing inside the other man, still hard but not needy like before. A moment to breathe.
“He wanted his man tonight,” you hum, not minding in the least.
The grumble is huffy, slightly put out when he starts to relax his hold on Benny, his cock pulling out of him with a thick plop of cum hitting the ground. Now he has to wait to touch you, the inevitable clean up required annoying but he tolerates it.
“Don’t be impatient.” You chide him, grinning and shaking your head a little as you grab a few things off the little bookshelf in the basement - the location of all your cleaning supplies. Benny is still catching his breath and despite the aching in your neglected pussy you’re definitely the most functional of the three of you right now.
If a wolf could roll his eyes, Frankie is there. The animal instinct doesn’t understand the need to clean up between Benny and you, but he doesn’t push back against the order. Instead he turns his head to look at his cum dripping out of Benny.
It only takes a minute, and you press kisses to Benny’s shoulder and cheek before lighting one on his lips. “You want to lay down, love?”
“Mm.” Benny nods, chuckling a little to himself. Frankie has left him feeling wrecked and he needs a little time to recover.
The werewolf is a cocky lover, his chest puffing up with pride and he huffs happily when Benny sinks down onto the cushions that have been piled up in a corner.
“You gonna do the same to me?” It’s all teasing, but you know from experience that Frankie can break you down and put you back together again physically when he’s a wolf and it’s very different than the way he does it emotionally when he’s human.
There’s a deep growl, a heavy twitch to his cock as your washcloth holding hand swipes soapy water over it. Making him ruck his hips forward. “Yeah?” His reaction elicits a filthy grin from you and the second you’re done cleaning up you toss the cloth slide. “Well what are you waiting for, big boy?”
Frankie pounces, making sure that he’s not too rough when he knocks you to the floor. Your head hitting Benny’s thigh and your body cushioned by the padding the two of you had insisted on. All machine washable for when cum smeared on it. Hovering over you, Frankie drags his tongue down your body, licking every inch and paying special attention to your breasts before his head dives between your thighs.
He’s so eager tonight that you would probably giggle if you weren’t already moaning, head tossed back against Benny’s leg and your own legs spread wide to give Frankie every inch of room you can manage.
His tongue is seeking, your tang on his tastebuds making him want more. Curling it deep inside you as if he were using it like a cock.
It’s the kind of attention that makes your toes curl and your back arch right away - there is no slow build or easing you into anything tonight. Your feet are braced on Frankie’s broader-than-usual shoulders and he is diving into you with reckless abandon, like the Big Bad Wolf trying a very different method of eating up Red Riding Hood.
He growls, burrowing his head deeper, tongue piercing as deep as he can manage while keeping his teeth away from your skin. Wanting to be as deep as possible, needing to be. His claws curl around your hip, one over your breast, claiming you as his own.
Neither of the men in your life have ever discouraged you from being vocal during sex, both fully admitting that it spurs them on, and Frankie seems to be driving an extra pleasure from it tonight. Every moan that he tears from your throat is met with vigorous enthusiasm as the crescendo builds in your belly, and you swear the tip of that extra-long tongue is somehow stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your vision is blurry.
He’s addicted to your taste, wants to live the entire full moon with his tongue buried in your cunt. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Except the fact that his cock is leaking, desperate to plunge into your body and pump you full of his seed. Frankie grumbles into you, pushing his tongue harder as he wants you to cum.
Frankie is normally the undisputed king of pussy eating. It's a known fact to such a degree that he has a wire crown that the guys made him years before you even met him. But like this? The wolf doesn't care about technique or edging or any of the little things that Frankie does to build you up and topple you over the edge of that intense orgasm. When the wolf is in charge, it's usually about the absolute overwhelming feeling of being on a runaway train of pleasure as he pushes and pushes and pushes you toward the edge. An edge that is approaching so rapidly that your legs are shaking and starting to squeeze shut on the long snout between them.
Growling, Frankie works his shoulders between your legs, wanting you open for him. The orgasms are so much more intense when you cannot bear down. Greedily lapping at your cunt, he watches as you fall apart.
His name on your lips isn’t plaintive, isn’t prayerful. It’s an explosion as you fall apart for him - shaking legs and arched back meeting the intensity of your cries in a shattering orgasm.
The way you cum is like a geyser and Frankie groans happily, his tongue continuing to swipe at you to capture every drop of your release like it the nectar of the gods. Not stopping until you are whimpering under his attention.
“Baby,” it’s a few passes too many after you finish cumming, and you gently nudge the tip of his nose away from your body and laugh. “Gimme a second,” you insist. Overstimulation isn’t something you enjoy, and your clit is aching right now. But it will only take a second to move past. “You’re too good. Man or wolf. Doesn’t matter.”
It’s hard to imagine a wolf grinning, but that is exactly what Frankie does when his head comes up from your clit.
“So pleased with himself,” Benny chuckles, running his hands up and down your arms as your breathing returns to normal.
He is pleased with himself, but he’s also impatient. Waiting only another minute before he pulls you up into his arms to get ready to impale you on his hard cock.
You weigh nothing to him when he’s like this - as easy to pick up and toss around as an apple - and far more fun to play with. From the little shriek that accompanied the leap in your heartbeat when he picks you up to the way your legs fall open without hesitation only to wrap around his waist and hang on for the ride, he loves every second of it.
You're used to taking him like this. Having no issue burying himself to the very root in one swift thrust, growling loudly even as you shriek out in pleasure.
There’s never any danger, he’s not going to overexert himself and you’re not going to accidentally slip too far down in his arms. All of your focus can rest securely on the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your throbbing pussy with every demanding thrust and you revel in it.
He’s huffing, his head pushing against your neck and chest, scenting you in him. Wanting you covered in him.
His pace never falters, always relentless and always needy, eager to hear the sounds you'll make and feel the way you'll squeeze him as he works himself in and out of you at a rhythm that even the best porn stars would envy.
Benny groans, watching his lovers together is something that he always loves, no matter what form Frankie is in. It's beautiful and animalistic and there is always the joke about how feral Frankie is during the full moon. His spent cock twitching as he reaches down and palms himself, quickly starting to harden while watching his own personal porno play out in front of him.
You let your head fall back, moans and whimpers pouring out to the ceiling as Frankie nuzzles into your chest and licks your tits, flicking your nipples and keeping you moving on his cock. Since he's made you cum once it would usually take longer for it to build a second time, but you swear nothing in the world works faster than the feral force of the wolf taking what he wants.
Frankie's eyes move towards Benny, watching him as he watches you. Piercing gaze fixed on the younger man as he continues to fuck into you with wild abandon.
"Tease me about being a voyeur," you huff, following Frankie's eyes to your lover and grinning. "But you ca— can't fuck help jerking off watching us."
"It's fucking hot." Benny whines, pumping his cock slowly and groaning when he watches Frankie's cock spear up into your gapping cunt. "Fuck baby, you're so full of him. How'm I gonna fit?"
"Guess you're just gonna have to – fuck, Frankie, oh my god – try." You moan even louder when Frankie snaps his hips forward, growling a little at the comment.
The agreement firmly in Benny's mind, he pushes up off the cushions and starts to move towards the two of you, reaching for the bottle of lube. "God baby, you look fucking divine on his cock." He coos.
"Almost as good as you do." Leaning over, you brace yourself on Benny's shoulder and dive into kissing him, flush and overheated body craving as much attention as your lovers are willing to give you.
Frankie's grumble is put out, huffy because your attention is not focused on him. The snap of his hips pushes harder, bouncing you on his cock. Demanding your attention and pulling you away from Ben's lips.
"Not into sharing tonight, are you?" It earns Frankie a raised eyebrow from you, but you're not going to question him. Not when he can't properly answer you. The language barrier does present a few obstacles occasionally.
Frankie reaches out and pulls Benny towards the two of you. His paw wrapped around the other man's back as he plasters him to your back. Crushing you between the two of them. Benny takes the invitation happily, too eager to be inside you to worry about teasing you for now. It only takes him a second to grab the lube, making himself as ready for you as he can be. Then he eases the plug you've been wearing out of your ass while pressing earnest kisses to your shoulders, one arm wrapped around your waist to rest on your belly in between you and the wolf - holding you steady and steadying himself with you all in one motion. The way you keen for them - both of them - is music to their ears and you reach behind you with one hand to cling to both of them at once.
Frankie’s lips curl back, teeth exposed, and his hackles raise for a split second before he relaxes. His growl soft and his snout reaching over your shoulder to poke at Benny, sniffing him before his tongue laps at his skin before dragging over to the back of your neck.
It should have happened in slow motion. There should been a change in the wind, or a soundtrack cue. There should have been something. But as it happened, all three of you almost missed it. Reaching back to grasp for Benny's jaw to kiss him, you overreach and touch his shoulder. The dampness would have gone unnoticed and unthought of as sweat during sex, except that you catch a glimpse of red on your fingertips. Benny is bleeding. Benny is bleeding right where the wolf's teeth just were.
Mid thrust, Frankie's larger frame freezes, eyes locked onto your fingers. He smells the blood, tastes it. His head tilts back and he does the only think that he can do in this moment. His howl of anguish fills the basement.
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It took forever for all of you to fall asleep last night. You had taken Benny upstairs to wash his shoulder and bandage it after Frankie refused to so much as touch either of you again, and the two of you had lain in bed in near silence with only the mournful howls coming from the basement as your soundtrack. When the adrenaline finally wore out and sleep took over it was fitful and you know instinctively, even before you open your eyes the next morning, that you've slept far too late.
Frankie is exhausted, turning back to his human form in the early morning light and collapsing into a heap to sob on the cold concrete floor for nearly an hour before he managed to drag himself up the stairs. He's leaving. His mind is made up and it's ripping his very heart from his chest.
"Frankie!" He looks like a complete wreck when he slumps into the bedroom, and even though Benny is still sound asleep you jump out of bed to throw your arms around your husband. "It was an accident, baby. An accident." You insist, and when he doesn't react to your arms around him right away you only squeeze harder. "We love you, Francisco. That has not changed. It never will."
Frankie swallows harshly, fresh tears in his eyes but he blinks them away as he very gently - oh so fucking gently - takes your arms and pulls you away from him. He's too dangerous for you to touch, not now, not after he's hurt one of the ones that he loves most. "You— you need to stay away from me." He rasps out, his voice hoarse from the howling of the night before.
"Not going to happen." Frankie might be stubborn, but in a lot of ways you are more so. You shake your head at him and reach to wipe away the water rising his eyes only for him to flinch away from your touch. So instead you very deliberately put both of your hands on his shoulders and hold his gaze. “We love you,” you repeat. It was never something in contention, not even for a second, when you and Benny actually talked last night. "And I'm not giving you a divorce so get that thought out of your head right this second."
Shaking his head, he huffs in frustration. "I bit Ben!" He hisses, angry at himself, angry at you for being so fucking accepting of all of this. It had led to this. He needed to be chained up like the fucking vicious monster that he is. "Love isn't going to fix that!"
"It was an accident." You're not blind to the seriousness of the situation, but you're also not going to let your family fall apart because of it. Not when you're the happiest you've ever been in your entire life and you know Frankie had been too, up until last night. "We don't even really know how the infection works. Ben might be immune or something! But if he's not, are you going to make him go through those changes every single month terrified and alone? Because I have never seen you as scared as you were during those first few months." It isn't meant to be a guilt trip, it's just reality. And your reality is a whole hell of a lot weirder than most other people's.
"You're pregnant." Frankie snaps harshly. You don't understand why he had bit Ben. He had been territorial. He was dangerous.
"What?" Your head jerks back but your hands don't leave him, practically clinging like it will keep him from walking away.
"The wolf knew it. You're pregnant. He got territorial." It's easier to refer to the monster that had potentially destroyed his lover's life as some entity that is separate from himself. It doesn't lessen his guilt though. "I smelled it the second I changed last night, and I bit Ben because he was fucking territorial."
"You accidentally grazed Benny after pulling him in so he could fuck me with you." Scrunching your eyes shut for even half a second does absolutely nothing to clear your mind. Pregnant. Pregnant? That complicates things, sure, but it's not like you can be upset about it. You have the two best men in the world in your life and one of them has swimmers tough enough to beat your birth control, apparently. "So we lay off the rampant werewolf sex for the next eight or nine months or however long. But...baby...parents? That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"
"Who knows what could be in your belly?" Frankie snarls, lashing out in his own anguish and fear. He has no clue what could happen. Does this curse travel through his seed? Could it spawn another wolf from your womb? Even worse, could the thing in your stomach kill you? Frankie's blood runs cold at the idea. "Maybe the wolf decides to kill you next time. No." He shakes his head. "I'm not letting that happen."
"Frankie." Moving from his arms to his face, you hold him steady when he tries to flinch again and force him to look you in the eye. "We have no idea what's going to happen next." That's not something you can deny. It's simple fact, as much as you hate it. "But whatever it is, the three of us are going to face it together. As a family. That's what we agreed on when we said our vows. For better or worse, in sickness and in health." You could kick your own ass for the water behind your eyes, knowing that he sees it and knowing that he blames himself for hurting you. But in reality? You know he's thinking about running and the idea of living a life without him is the scariest and most terrible thought in the whole world. "Maybe love won't fix anything, but it's sure as hell not something to let go of."
"I can't— If something happened to you – if I did something to you—" Frankie lets out a small sob, shaking his head and closing his eyes to keep from bawling again. "I couldn't— I couldn't live it with. I wouldn't live with it. And I— I just— Benny—"
"C'mere, baby." He lets you pull him in this time, thank god, and you hold Frankie against your frame as tightly as you can. Neither of you has looked over to the bed yet so neither of you sees that Benny has woken up at some point in your argument - because of course he has. It's not as though you were being quiet. You've been too frantic in trying to keep Frankie from leaving his goddamn family. "Whatever happens, it's going to happen with all three of us there. If something happens to me then you two are going to have a baby to take care of, and that's just the way it is." A baby. Holy shit... "It's okay to be scared. Or to be sorry. But we're never ever going to stop loving you."
It breaks him. Your words tear at the tiny sliver of composure he was holding onto, and his knees hit the ground, dragging you down with him as he clings to you. Wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your shoulder as he sobs. Harsh, heavy, guttural sobs from the very depths of his soul.
"We're going to figure it out, baby." You can't promise that everything is going to be okay, since you have no idea what is going to happen at all, but you do know that you'll push yourself to the end of the earth to find a happy solution if you possibly can. Rocking Frankie against your chest, you finally look over at the bed when you feel the mattress move beside you, and only see Benny leaning in to wrap his arms around both of you a second before it happens.
"Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Frankie's head before squeezing tight. "We are. We're going to figure it out." Despite being terrified, there is a sense in him now of knowing that it's okay to be scared. Probably because the word he woke up to was pregnant, and that was about the scariest and best thing in the world he could possibly think of.
Frankie jerks back, his eyes wide and full of self loathing as he searches Ben's face, and settles on the bandage on his lover's shoulder. "I—I'm so sorry Benjamin." He whimpers, shaking. his head. "I didn't—I can't— Jesus."
“Don’t start with that ‘Benjamin’ bullshit,” he huffs, wiping the tears from Frankie’s eyes with his thumb. “This isn’t some mission and we’re sure as hell not writing a report, so it’s Ben or Benny just like always, okay?” They both sniffle, and Benny presses his forehead to Frankie’s like a solid force. “A-are…are we really pregnant?” To him, it will be the glorious silver lining to anything else that comes next.
Frankie huffs, shaking his head at how Benny is focusing on the fact that he had told you that you’re pregnant, rather than the very real damage he might have done. “Yeah.” He admits after a second. “Her scent is changed.”
“Okay.” Benny blows out a breath, nodding slightly before he presses a kiss to Frankie’s forehead and then yours. “Then…then I think we need to do some traveling,” he tells you both quietly. “I thought about it all night until I just couldn’t think anymore, and we need to go back down to whatever godforsaken jungle we were in when you got bitten in the first place and find out whatever they know. If that baby is yours, it can’t be first time this has happened. And if it’s mine?” He shrugs and cracks a grin. “Then at least he’ll be tall.”
Frankie huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not short, you’re just a goddamn tree.”
“One that you both love to climb.” Benny winks, glad to see that Frankie has at least stopped crying for now.
“Ben…” He doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say, but he just stares at his lover with an expression of deep remorse.
“It was an accident.” Shifting to the edge of the bed, Benny slips off the mattress to join the two on you the rug. “It could have happened even if we did use chains faithfully. And it’s sure as fuck not going to make me stop loving you.”
“You might change your mind when you have your own time of the month.” Frankie grumbles.
“If that happens, we’ll cross that bridge then.” Benny promises. He leans in, placing a soft but earnest kiss on Frankie’s lips. “Until then you can dress my wound like a sexy nurse.”
The wounded look in Frankie’s eyes has everything to do with it being his fault that Benny is even wearing a bandage. This is so much more different than any other injury that he had witness on the younger Miller brother. “Let me see it.” He murmurs softly, reaching for the edges of the tape.
“It wasn’t too bad,” you assure him, glancing at Benny as Frankie reaches to pull back the blood-stained gauze you had taped to his shoulder after cleaning the gash. It wasn’t too deep, but it looked like it would definitely leave a scar. One you would have all have to agree on a cover story for. “Oh shit…” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but the wind is knocked out of both you and Frankie at the same time when he peels back the first aid tape. There is no scar. Not a single mark or even freckle. Not a single trace of the injury is left behind for the naked eye to see.
Frankie sighs, his heart plummeting to his feet. He knows what this means. “Well fuck…”
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NOV 2022
fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom
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STAR WARS
✨ Anakin Skywalker
Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **
✨ Din Djarin
Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)
Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **
Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)
Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)
Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines
Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)
Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)
✨ Fennec Shand
Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)
✨ Luke Skywalker
Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **
✨ Obi Wan Kenobi
Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)
First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)
Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **
Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi
✨ Poe Dameron
Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **
Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)
You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)
ANDOR
✨ Cassian Andor
Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines
✨ Kino Loy
Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **
✨ Ruescott Melshi
Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **
MOON KNIGHT
✨ Marc Spector
Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)
Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines
✨ Steven Grant
Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines
Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines
Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)
I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)
I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)
PEDRO PASCAL
✨ Ezra (Prospect)
Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)
✨ Frankie Morales
Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)
✨ Misc. Pedro Characters
How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms
TRIPLE FRONTIER
✨ Benny Miller
A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)
MISC./MULTI FANDOM
✨ The Amazing Spider Man
Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)
✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever
(** may contain spoilers **)
Namor the Sub-Mariner
My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)
✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries
An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **
✨ Werewolf by Night
Jack Russell
Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)
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Stardust Reblog Challange Part 4
For the October part, this is where I will continue for the last days of the month. This will also be linked on my Master List
27th:
In Our Bedroom After The War - Omega & Crosshair sibling bonding by: @eyecandyeoz SFW
Celebrating Halloween - TBB x Rex x Fives x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW
Closer - Werewolf Benny Miller x F!Reader by: @musings-of-a-rose NSFW
Sun and Rain Ch.55 - Hunter x F!O.C by: @photogirl894 SFW
Kinktober 2022 - Miranda Lawson x Wolffe by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW
Giving Them Nicknames - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW
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Wisteria & Moonlight 6
Ajani x Will + more characters
Fic info
Chapter word count: 5,373
Warnings: sexual harassment, violence, deaths, slight blood and gore
This is a preview * read in full on A03
🎶🎶The playlist so far, I’m gathering songs I’ve listened to while writing this and getting in the mood. Of course, this is musically catered to me so it won’t be for everyone
Ajani swings by the bar once more and puts her empty cup down, she didn’t drink it of course, but thanks to magic it seemed like she did. There’s already a man behind the bar, at first glance he’s warm and friendly, but once gets a glimpse inside his mind, she knows he’s anything but; he’s a piece of shit, just like the others.
“Want another sugar?” He asked with a grin.
“It’s a party, why not.” she forced a smile.
He tops off her drink. Before the rich brown liquid stops flowing, another wolf is by his side. She's physically gorgeous but her energy makes her ugly. She quickly kisses the wolf and splays her hand on his chest while staring at Ajani. Clearly, but unnecessarily making her claim.
“Lots of pretty faces pass through here, remember that. You’re nothin’ special.”
For some reason, the wolf felt the need to state this, much to Ajani’s annoyance. Ajani can feel her brother watching, ready to step in. She tells him with her mind to stay back. Ajani rounds the bar and leans in close to the woman.
She whispers close to her hear," try what you’re thinking honey and your guts will be splayed all over the floor. I promise.” She leans back, then smiles at the woman, “keep your man. I don’t want him.”
Ajani steps away and ignores their eyes on her back. The woman is more upset than she was before, and her lover makes it worse by laughing and making some kind of comment about how hot it is seeing women fight over him.
Sexual energy is something that can be felt so strongly, it is almost suffocating at times, especially coming from wolves. When unwanted, it’s inky and heavy. Ajani shakes it off and receives an update in her mind from Zola.
(Zola: 40 minutes out)
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Closer - Coming Wednesday!
Heads up! I finally finished it! Clocking in at around 16,500k words, Closer will be out tomorrow, 10/26, at 7pm est!
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Hi darling 💕 For husband, one night stand, best friend, how about:
Werewolf!Benny Miller, Bear!Pero Tovar and Werecreature(you get to pick)!Steve Murphy?
Sending so many hugs and love 🤗❤️
Well hot damn isn't this juicy!!!🤤 All very, very good men. Let's see..
Husband: Steve Murphy. He's just.. he's Husband Material. And a good dad! I don't even care what creature he is, I'm marrying that man. However, I do think him as a werewolf would be quite interesting👀 Though he would definitely also work as something like.. a werelion. Yeah. All that golden hair makes a golden fur. Maybe.
One night stand: Werebear!Pero Tovar aka Bearo. If I only get to have him once, so be it, but I will treasure it for the rest of my life❤️ Though I would request that this one night stand be bumped up to one day stand, because I ain't tryna fuck an actual bear!😂 If it has to be nighttime then that would flip his and Benny's places hahah.
Best friend: Werewolf!Benny Miller aka weretriever. Benny is always, always a solid choice for a bff. As much as I want to have his babies, I would just as much love to be his best friend, you know?🥰 And it would be fun to tease him about his furry problem.
Thank you for this ask darling, it's so fun!!😍 And now I'm definitely thinking of Steve..
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Milestone Celebration - Masterlist
Ember of a dying flame - Flip x reader
Can’t wait to see you glow - Flip x reader
The Gift - Kylo x reader
Man or Monster - Kylo x reader
Seeing double - Kylo x reader, Clyde x reader
Beautiful eyes - Clyde x reader
My vow to you - Frankie x Benny
2 am in the hallway - Benny x reader
Tequila, lemon and salt - Will Miller x reader
Be My Husband - Werewolf!Will x reader
You are my reason - Will x reader
Thank you all who requested and read these stories!
#flip zimmerman#clyde logan#kylo ren#frankie morales#will miller#benny miller#hopeamarsu milestone celebration
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Hello Scout!
Tell me about a fic that changed the way you think about fic. Can be one you’ve read or written!
Happy Sunday fellow Scout 💜
So….i was never into Monster fucking at all; beyond Vampires, cos I’m gen x and we’re all absolutely horny as fuck for vampires 🤣
Please Pedro I beg of you do a remake of The Hunger!!!!!!
Anyway, I digress.
Back to Monsters, werewolves in particular. (Cos im gen x and I bypassed that whole twilight era because I was ft working/partying)
SO THIS 👇
This absolutely and completely turned me on to Werewolves! I was drawn in because it was MFM with Frankie & Benny and that’s like catnip to me 🫠🫠🫠
and
OMFG!!! yeah…it changed me 😫🤪🤯
and opened up a whole new world of fics to explore 🖤
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WIP game
post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.
Well, I've been tagged by both @a-reader-and-a-writer, @loverhymeswith and @edwardbaldwin ❤️
Since i was tagged by the three of you, I'll give you 3 lines. And thank you so much for the tag 🥰💜
This is from a Benny Miller fic. The working title is "Neighbor":
"It was a strange feeling, being so utterly fascinated by you, when in fact he hadn’t even had a full conversation with you yet."
This is from the next chapter of Beast Within:
He walks closer, his hand gently running down the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “Aren’t you a pretty one. I see why Matty here is so fond of you.”
And this is from the next chapter of Turn the Page:
"Nice to see you again, Colonel Flag." Rick freezes at the familiar voice, already fearing why Waller was there.
No pressure tags: @a-bang-for-your-bucky @mindidjarin @lacontroller1991 @lucy-sky @e-dubbc11 @yespolkadotkitty @green-socks @saintmurd0ck @freshabogados and whoever else wants to play ❤️
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Werewolf Poly FighterPilot thoughts nobody asked for
Pairing: werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie, the beginnings of werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie x Vampire!reader
Authors note: Happy spooky season everybody! I’ve toyed around with some poly FighterPilot (Benny x frankie) thoughts before and what better time than halloween season to talked about it! In this werewolves can like “smell” a vampire if that makes sense. Like I feel like to werewolves everybody has their own “smell” that they smell and is like “ah! that’s (Name)” if that makes any sense? No? cool. This is just beginning off hcs mostly on frankie and benny and if there’s a demand maybe ill show yall’s relationship together <3 Not edits or beta-read, take it or leave it this is yalls dinner tonight. shitty monster thots from a shitty monster write smooch smooch
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Frankie is the calmer out of the two
Don’t get me wrong, they're both thought out, smart men. They were special ops after all
But Benny is young and impulsive, there are moments where he acts on feelings and feelings alone without thinking of the outcome. “That boy is all heart and no brain.” is what his mother used to say when he was younger.
Their relationship didn’t start until they got out of the military. Before it had been lingering eyes, and some palpable tensions when one of them laughs at a joke and an adrenaline filled physical contact after a close call. But they never spoke on it.
They never said anything while Fish holds Benny’s head in his lap during a particularly bad shift, or the way he cards his fingers through his hair while mumbling “I got you Ben. You’re alright.”
It had been Benny who took the leap after their service together. Calling him up and asking if he wanted to get some dinner together.
“will the guys be there?”
There was a pause. “no, it’ll just be you and me ‘fish, that alright?”
But even then, Catfish was a man of humility and to put it kindly, painfully oblivious. So he didn’t want to assume anything and be wrong.
I mean for fucks sake, this is Will’s brother. These men were his family. His pack. He didn’t want to fuck that up.
it wasn’t until the waitress finally set their plates, well done burgers, no onions on frankie’s and no lettuce on Benny’s, that he finally said something.
“I like you, okay?” The words came so suddenly from the younger Miller that Frankie found himself listening to his heartbeat, that was running wildly in his chest. “I like you a lot, man. And maybe im crazy but I think you like me too.”
Frankie took a moment to simply stare at him. Wide eyed and shocked and fucking ecstatic.
“If im wrong, then shit, im sorry ‘Fish. We can forget this whole thing happened and just go back to normal, alright? But I can’t go another day without saying something.”
He had never seen Benny so nervous before. His usually grin was replaced with a drawn in bottom lip, chewing anxiously and eyes that skittered around the room.
“could you please say something?”
Frankie smiled and knocked his knee against Benny’s.
“You’re cute when you ramble, Miller.”
Benny sat up straighter and scoffed. “Fuck you, man.”
The weren’t being secretive, technically. They just, hadn’t mentioned it to the others.
But Will knew Catfish well, and he knew his brother even better.
Which is why he told them both sternly, as his coach and his brother. “training rule stays the same, alright? No sex before a fight.” and that was that.
A tradition had been made. For full moons and ruts, Benny would accompany Frankie to his cabin out in the woods. Far away from hikers or any nature junkie that would stumble upon it.
“my grandfather made it.” he explained. “we’ve got uh, a long running generation of shifters in the family. He thought it’d be best for us to have a place to escape to, you know? Without worrying about hurting somebody.”
They’d spent the next few days in a haze. Fucking and chasing and hunting like animals together. Before they’d return back home with satisfied smiles and a myriad of marks on their skin to cover up before the others gave them shit for it.
Now they were in love. Committed to each other to the point where Frankie, damn his heart, had caught himself thinking about a potential wedding, far in the future.
But that didn’t mean they were blind. Sure, they noticed other people from time to time. If Frankie saw a man with a bright smile and toned body, he would let his eyes linger. The same way Benny would grin as the waitress paid extra special attention to him while taking their orders.
It’s natural, neither of them caused fights over it. Because at the end of the day they loved each other.
But you, had thrown a wrench in those plans.
The bar had been packed that night. Benny couldn’t figure out why just yet. There was no game on or long expected fight for patrons to bet on and drink themselves dead over. But they were still packed in like sardines, to the point that Frankie found himself hitting shoulders with five people as he went to get drinks for the table.
He had finally waved down the bartender when you walked by.
The interaction didn’t last longer then 7 seconds at the most. You had just been trying to make your way through the crowd.
Hand softly laid on his chest with a mumbles “excuse me, sorry.” and a sympathetic smile thrown to him as you were pressed up against him before slipping between a couple and disappearing.
He tried to remember what he was doing before, but all he did was watch your form blend into the crowd until he couldn’t see you.
Bar. he was at the bar. What was he going to order?
He couldn’t remember, all he was focused on was the way your hands laid on his chest and the way you smelled, fuck you smelled amazing. Rich and smoky and intoxicating.
He felt like it should have tripped some alarm. That there was a crimson red flag waving in front of his face that he couldn’t see cause he was too busy thinking about you and the way it lingered around him.
“hey, buddy!” the bartender snapped him out of his stupor and he stopped himself from growling before he realizes just what was going on. “either order something or fuck off, its a busy night.”
When he came back to the table, nobody seemed to notice. They were all too sucked in to a story Pope was telling about his sister and her trip to Paris.
It wasn’t until Benny wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into Frankie’s space that he froze.
“you know, if you stared at her ass any harder I might've gotten jealous.” He could hear the tease in his voice, there was no anger or resentment.
Frankie swallowed dryly.
“she uh...she smelled funny.”
His boyfriends sharp laugh shook off the fog that clouded his head. Benny always had that affect on him.
They both returned to the conversation at hand, but even Benny could smell the sweet aroma that curled around Francisco and found himself enamored with it.
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