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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-Puppy Love-

-Trigger Warnings: Dub-Con, Sexual Content, Animalistic Behavior, Slight Gore, Mentions of Blood/Claws, Pouncing on reader, Violence, Monster, knotting

-Pairing: Male Werewolf x gn Vampire!reader

INTRO:

His hot breath fans across my face. His heavy body lays atop me, warming my cold skin. His eyes look at me as if I'm his prey, entirely forgetting about the mangled corpse that lies just a few feet away. This look is one of a man that has been starved for years and has just caught sight of his favorite treat. It runs chills across my spine and I can almost feel my once pumping heart skipping a beat. This is wrong, so very wrong, it wasn't meant to be like this but how hard it is to refuse him when he begs me so earnestly with those puppy dog eyes.

The night was a full moon, the perfect time for a hunt, though the human that had caught my eye seemed to think otherwise. Instead it decided to make this way harder with running from me. ‘Great.’ I cursed with annoyance but before I could even go after the blood bag, a ball of dark brown fur barreled in front of me towards the panicking human. The human could barely get even 10 more feet away till it was caught in the teeth of the fury creature.

To say I was pissed is an understatement. This mangy mutt just stole my meal right from under me. “Hey! That was my catch!” He didn't even bother to look up from what was supposed to be my drink for the night, instead he just kept ripping apart pieces of flesh and eating with no care for cleanliness, like some damn rabid animal.

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer from this insolent bastard. I walked up to him and with all my strength I ripped him off the mangled flesh, pinning him to a tree so we are chest to chest or more like my face to his chest. He was tall to say the least, I had to crank my neck back to meet his eyes.

I bared my fangs at him, hissing in a warning as he snarled a low grumble. “Get. Off. Me.”

His growled words did not faze me in my blinded rage. “That was MY catch, you damned fleabag!” I shouted at him, unable to comprehend my own anger and annoyance, “You were too slow.” He smirked, baring his canines at me “That's your excuse!” This guy was pushing my patience.

“Food is food, I don't need an excuse to eat, angel.” I paused, the word of endearment he had called me caught me off guard as I stared wide eyed at him in silence, a warmth spreading across my face, most of me disgusted at what he had called me and the other half kinda lik- I quickly shook my head as I noticed him still staring at me with that stupid ass smirk. “Just! stay out of my way you mangy mutt!” “Anything for you angle” He winked at me as I let him go, shoving him a bit as I did so. He then left, without even another glance at neither the once living prey nor me.

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A month had passed since that annoying encounter and instead of staying out of my way, he seemed to be popping up even more. Always to intercept or disturbed my meals and always with that. Same. Stupid. Smirk. “Having a nice meal angle?” “To slow, again angle” “Fancy seeing you hear angle.” He's a pest that's what he is, a pest that I can't get rid of.

I was once again back on another hunt that had turned successful. As I stood in the midst of the dark forest with my fangs deep in the neck of an unsuspecting human girl. Drops of blood ran down my chin as I drank my fill, humming with delight of finally getting something to drink after days without anything because of that pesky mutt.

Sadly my peace was quickly cut short at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching and the heavy scent of musk filling my sense of smell to a point that it made my head spin and my mind turn foggy. I was brought out of my haze by the feeling of my back hitting the cold forest ground. A large frame was above me, laying all its wait on my body, pinning me between the ground and its warm body. Its pants brushed over my face with a scent of iron on its breath.

As I looked up I was pissed to see the one and only smug ass fleabag laying on top of me. Though It took me a bit to notice that instead of having his usual smirk, he looked at me with a flushed face and begging eyes. It was disgusting how that cocky bastard could revert to such a state with no shame, has he no self respect?

That thought was further solidified as he started to grind against me and to my horror, his length was already hard and prodding at my clothed entrance. He whined and whimpered into my ear. “Please, please, Please~” He begged over and over again. A blush now starting to arise on my cheeks without my wanting. The scent of him started to make ressisting become even harder as it clouded my mind. This was wrong, this was SO wrong. Our kinds are enemies, we would become outcasts if anyone ever found out but no matter how wrong it was, it just felt. So. Very. Right. So in my foggy state my resistance faltered and I said “Yes.”

He wasted no time in ripping off every piece of clothing that was separating our bodies from each other. After throwing the tattered pisces somewhere behind him, he put his body flush against mine once again. His fur was softer than I had imagined and the scent of him seemed to be embedded into every strand of brown fur. He rubbed himself against me, scenting my body and providing stimulation to his weeping cock that hung between us, hard and much larger than anything I could imagine. “That's not going to fit!” I cried to him, he responded with licks to my face, cleaning off the blood from my chin. If this was his way of trying to comfort me it definitely was not working.My mind panicked, knowing that this was going to hurt.

He positioned himself between my legs and with his clawed hands, pulled my feet to rest on his shoulders, bending me to better angle his head to my quivering hole. I had thought maybe some side of him was still rational and he would at least take it slow but I guess I underestimated his animalistic side, because within a few seconds he slammed into me with a forceful thrust, sheathing his whole cock inside of me with one movement. His hands held my hips to keep me in place, which further intensified the feeling of his length filling every inch inside of me.

My mouth had fallen agape in a silent scream. My back arching off the ground as he continued to thrust into me, not giving my body a single second to adjust to his size. My hands clambered for something to hold on to, finding the soft fur of his back and griping the fur with all my strength, pulling every so often, making a low groan come from the whimpering beast above me.

He sped up his movements, thrusting into my depths like an animal in heat. I look down to where his cock is spreading to me only to see a bump from right above my pelvis every time he enters me. Just the sight pulls a moan from my throat.

I throw my head back when he angles himself that hits a spot inside of me, immediately drawing me to an orgasam that leaves my body trembling with pleasure. My hole grips around his length as he continues to thrusts. I start to feel the base of his cock grow, stretching me even more and with one last thrust deep inside of me, he releases his seed with a loud moan, collapsing on top of me.

Pants are all that are heard in the dark forest, his body rests on me as we come down from our highs. The knot at the base of his cock connects us and makes it impossible to detach from each other without something being damaged. After a few minutes he raises his head to look at me, a smirk back on his face. He moves to pick me up from the ground, my legs dropping to wrap around his waist. As he holds me to be level with his smug face. He says one thing that makes my whole body both turn frigid and go completely hot. “My Mate.” Shit.

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aubrietarose · 30 days

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That's it, I've peaked. This is officially the best werewolf I have ever or will ever draw. (Sneak peek at part of a fun musical project I'm working on. More previews on Patreon! 😊)

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male werewolf x trans male reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #5 out of 5! That means I’ve written 21,271 words in total this week (according to Scrivener). Ooof! I’m gonna go sit down now... (this is my second go at posting this because the formatting was off the first time. Tumblr, pls stop and let me post the werewolf boyfriend story. This is literally the werewolf boyfriend website)

Anyway, thank you lovely commissioner for trusting me with your prompt, and for checking it over for me before I shared it here, since I’m not trans.

Contents: trans male reader, injury and mention of blood to our werewolf-spirit, a very expensive gift, oral sex (no specific words used for reader’s anatomy), non-penetrative sex, visible werewolf knot, fluffy ending

Wordcount: 4407

With a forager’s bag slung across your shoulder and a woven basket hooked over your arm, you swigged the last dregs of your morning tea down and darted towards the door. The bounty of a new autumn day beckoned, and the forest around your cottage would be bursting with fruit and mushrooms at this time of year.

You tugged open the door, the reluctant hinges groaning at you, took a single step outside, and froze. At first you thought that the enormous creature sprawled quite literally across the doorstep was a bear, but as you stared dumbstruck at the too-long limbs and the thick, grey-brown coat, and the shaggy, lupine tail, your heart stopped beating. This was something supernatural.

The thought of stepping silently back into the safety of your stone cottage, closing the door, and staying inside until it went away flashed across your mind, but almost before you could process what you were doing, you had dropped the basket at the threshold and stepped over the creature’s outstretched left arm to walk around to its side.

It was still breathing, though the sound had an unhealthy, wet whistle to it, like a punctured blacksmith’s bellows, and there was blood matting the thick fur on its left side where the short, stocky shaft of a crossbow bolt was cruelly embedded in its ribs.

“Oh,” you gasped, hand rising to your lips even as horror plunged right through you at the sight of it. Blood still seeped around the shaft, and something silver glinted beneath the fur. You looked anew at the creature and wondered if it was a werewolf. “If you are and that’s silver, it’ll be fatal if I don’t get it out,” you muttered, kneeling and bringing your fingertips carefully to the creature’s side. “No way I can move you though,” you added, glancing at the creature’s long, powerful, solid legs and at the breadth of its shoulders and the muscles on its arms, visible beneath the thick, coarse fur that covered its body.

At the sound of your voice, the creature’s left ear flicked and it rumbled a growl at you.

“Easy now,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to help you here.”

The growling did cease, but the way it petered out made you think that perhaps they’d just run out of breath.

“I can work with that,” you said to yourself. “I’m going to get my bag, and I’m going to get this nasty thing out of you, alright?”

You hurried back inside, removed the empty foraging bag from your shoulders and skidded to a halt beside the bookshelf. Among all the tomes on herbs and plants and mushrooms, there was a reference book about supernatural entities. You knew they existed — you'd lived in the woods too long to doubt that there was more than the mundane out there — but you’d never actually thought to encounter anything, let alone find the supernatural bleeding out in your own back yard.

Puffing the air from your lungs, you rallied your courage and opened the leather-bound book to the section on ‘lycanthropy’. Silver was indeed poisonous to them, but the book said it caused the skin and fur to smoke and burn, neither of which you’d seen in the creature outside. Perhaps it was only steel, but you thought the colour was wrong for that. You’d seen the blacksmith forging her blades of bright, greyish steel, and you glanced over at a silver penny pendant that hung in your window for luck. The tone of the pendant was different, brighter and whiter than the steel, and the same hue as the tip of the crossbow bolt.

“Not a werewolf then?” you frowned, but that didn’t change the fact that whatever it was, it was slowly bleeding out on your doorstep.

With the supplies you’d need hastily gathered, you went back outside to find that the creature had rolled a little more onto its good side, exposing the black shaft of the bolt, and a bit more of its face and chest.

Lupine rather than ursine in its features, it opened its black eyes and gazed dolorously up at you, half-heartedly baring huge canines on one side.

“Hey,” you scolded. “Here to help, remember. That looks like silver, but you don’t seem overly bothered by it…”

The creature scoffed a laugh at you.

“I mean, aside from the fact that it’s punched a hole in your ribs and you’re bleeding to death,” you said, and again, the creature huffed at you.

Then, just as you knelt down in the dirt beside it, the creature spoke. Its voice was low and rough, like an avalanche in the distance, and the words were clearly slurred with pain. “You’re right. Not… a werewolf.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “You can talk… If you’re not a werewolf, what are you?”

“I am… an aspect… of the forest itself,” the creature ground out around a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You blinked, half wishing you hadn’t asked. “Right. Well, I guess I’d better get this bolt out of you all the same, huh?”

“If you would be so kind,” the creature said with a dry note of humour to its gravelly voice that made you relax just a fraction.

You gave a quiet warning as you prepared to take the bolt out, and the wolf-like creature nodded in readiness. All in all, the procedure went as well as you could have hoped for, and there was a neat row of stitches pinching the slate grey skin together in no time at all.

“Thank you,” the wolfish entity said, laying its head back down on the path and breathing steadily for a few minutes before casting you a sidelong look. “I interrupted your morning,” they said wryly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you laughed, eyeing the formerly-clean swatch of linen you’d used to staunch the bleeding. “But that’s alright. The berries and hazelnuts will be there tomorrow.”

“And thanks to you, so will I.”

Something akin to pride kindled in your ribcage at that, and you smiled. “The forest has been good to me since I came here,” you shrugged. “About time I returned the favour. What should I call you, by the way?”

The creature blinked slowly, apparently surprised. “I have had a few names in my life, but not many of them have been kindly given by humans — Hunger, Strife, Sheep-Thief, and… worse.”

“Never too late to buck the trend,” you said with another twitch of your shoulder. For all the warnings those names implied, you felt no fear when you looked at the creature; only curiosity, and an odd sense of kinship you couldn’t define. “You hungry? I’ve got some smoked venison that I got from the butcher yesterday. We can think of a new name for you while you get your strength back.”

Your deliberate and relentless optimism seemed to rub off on the creature, because they heaved a huge sigh and smiled in a ‘do as you please’ kind of gesture, tail thumping ever so slightly against the path while you went to fetch some food.

“Here,” you said, returning to sit cross-legged beside them on the dirt outside your cottage. They had managed to heave their body out of that undignified sprawl, but they were still lying down on one side. You sliced off pieces of the smoked venison from the haunch on the wooden board and held them out one by one for the wolf-spirit to take with their clawed, paw-like hand. They didn't eat particularly elegantly, but there was something rather adorable about a creature the size of a grizzly bear taking strips of meat from your hand.

“You know,” you said, “I thought you were a dead bear when I opened the door. Gave me quite the surprise.”

They laughed at that, dark eyes glinting. “Wouldn't be the first time.”

“People have mistaken you for a dead bear before?”

Again, the wolf-like creature laughed, but the sound cut off into a brief but high whimper as the wound on their side flared with pain. “No,” they grunted. “Not a dead one, at least.”

“Maybe we should call you ‘Beorn’ this time.”

They tilted their head, big, triangular ears listening to the sound on your lips, and then they nodded. “My mother used to joke that her boy was born a bear instead of a wolf,” he said quietly after a moment. “The name is more fitting than you realised.”

“Beorn it is then,” you said, feeling just a little emotional. “How quickly do forest spirits heal, anyway? I’m pretty good with humans, but I’m in uncharted territory with your kind.”

“I’ll be well again in no time,” he said.

“Who shot you with that anyway?” you asked as you stared at the dart that lay abandoned in the grass beside you, its bloody, silver tip glinting like a lost fang. “Will they come looking for you?”

He shook his head and eyed the venison again. You sheared off another piece for him and he took it gratefully before answering. “I don’t think so. They were werewolf hunters by the look of them —”

“— explains the silver,” you interjected and he nodded.

“And why they shot at me. They say my kind are what sorcerers modelled their curse on when they created werewolves, thousands of years ago.”

“Huh,” you breathed.

When the venison was almost all gone, Beorn looked a little guilty. “Thank you for sharing your food with me,” he said. “I fear I’ve deprived you of something valuable.”

He had, but you weren’t about to tell him it’d cost you a small fortune, or that you’d planned to make the preserved meat last through most of the coming winter. “Eh, don’t worry about it. The forest will provide, right?”

Beorn fixed you with a steady look but said nothing. He heaved himself up, first onto all fours, and then, using the stone wall of your cottage, onto his hind legs. Standing like that, he must have been nearly seven feet tall, and as you looked up at him, you felt your mouth go a little bit dry. He was obviously still extraordinarily powerful despite his injury, and the way the claws on his hind paws dug into the earth and his chest filled as he inhaled did strange things to your equilibrium.

You swallowed, waiting nervously to see what would happen next, and he offered you a smile that was quite literally wolfish before looking over his shoulder towards the nearby trees.

“Wait,” you croaked. “You’re not leaving like that, are you?”

“No,” he said. “I was going to sit a while in the sun and recover my strength, if you will permit the trespass a little longer?”

“Stay as long as you like,” you smiled. “I live in your woods, don’t I?”

He just smiled at that. “Don’t wait around on my account,” he said after a moment. “The day is still fairly young, and I’ve held you up long enough.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

He moved to sit beneath your kitchen window, lounging with his long hind legs splayed, his left bent at the knee so he could hunch protectively over his injury while the other stretched out. He flexed his paws, dark claws glinting in the sunlight, and laid his head back against the stone wall just beneath the windowsill.

“You… want me to bring you anything?” you asked him, as though you were going to the village shop and thought he might want a bagel or a pint of milk.

He cracked his eyes open again and smiled. “I can always be won over by a blackberry or two. There are some out near the stream now, but be careful. The moss and algae has grown over the banks and made it slippery. I had to haul a young fawn out of there not long ago.”

The image of him grabbing a slender little deer by the belly and lifting it out of the gully was almost too much for you to take without making an undignified squeak, so you just grinned at him and nodded. “I’ll be careful.”

Three hours later, you came back to find him gone, and you tried not to let the sudden barb of disappointment sting too much. After all, he wasn’t some stray dog that had come limping into your yard for help. He was a forest spirit.

You eyed the spot where he’d been lying though, and set a large handful of blackberries down on the flattened grass, just in case.

In the morning, the berries were gone, but in their place was something of such value that you could hardly take in what you were seeing. It didn’t look like much, but you knew it was worth a king’s ransom. “No way,” you breathed, stepping over to the small, dark brown, lumpy, spherical object and crouching down. You swallowed.

A twig snapped behind you and you whipped around, losing your balance and sitting down hard on the damp ground. Beorn was standing on his hind legs at the edge of the path, and if he was injured anymore, you couldn’t see it.

“Beorn,” you breathed, and then looked back to where a specimen of the rarest and most expensive truffle in the whole world sat on your doorstep like it was just another autumn mushroom. “Do you know what this is?”

He tilted his head and smiled, baring his huge, thick canines. He leaned his elbow on the fence post of the paddock that you hoped one day would contain a goat and some geese. “Of course I know what it is. You humans are always hunting through the forest for them.”

“They’re… They’re more expensive than gold, Beorn!”

“You shared your food with me, and deprived yourself of your winter stores just so that I could eat and heal, and you never looked for anything in return. If I happen to know where to find a few of these, then that’s only fair in my eyes. Now you can sell it in town.”

“Where am I going to say I got it?” you asked, still sitting stunned on the ground. “They’ll think I’m hiding the secret!” In fact, if you sold it in the capital, you could probably get enough for it to buy a whole forest of your own. You’d be richer than half the aristocracy in the land. Dizziness swept over you and you started to laugh.

He approached you then, walking on his hind legs, talons just pricking into the earth and flexing slightly with each step. He halted in front of you and held out his enormous, paw-like hand. He had rough pads like a wolf, but his fingers and thumb were humanoid in shape, though they had curved, black claws. You slid your hand into his and let him haul you carefully to your feet again.

“You’re… healed?” you asked, eyeing the spot on his side where the crossbow bolt had been only the previous day.

Beorn nodded. His dark eyes glinted softly in the morning light, and somehow he didn't seem quite real anymore. It was as though he might vanish if you blinked or looked away too long, and you tightened your grip on his hand. He rumbled something that was somewhere between a sigh and a purr, and then laughed softly.

“I can’t believe you brought me a truffle,” you laughed. “You could have brought me a deer to feed me or something, but no. You bring me a truffle.”

“I can take it back if you like,” he said with an easy chuckle. “There are wild boar in the forest who would very much enjoy devouring that for breakfast…”

“No!” you yelped, playfully putting yourself between the stupendously expensive mushroom and the terrifying forest spirit who could probably just bite your entire head off with a single snap of his jaws. He laughed, the sound deep and rich as it rose from his belly and he tipped his head back, tail swishing from side to side.

“Oh, I like you,” he said when his mirth had faded. “I like you a lot. I’m glad we met, human.”

“I’m not glad you got hurt, but I’m glad we met too,” you said. “And not just because of the truffle. Gods, I could buy my own castle with that.”

He froze and then his ears swivelled back just a little. “Would you… leave?” he asked.

“No,” you said without a second thought. “I earned this place — this peace,” you said with a growl of your own to match the fierceness in the wolf you saw before you. “I wouldn’t change any of it for anything. You’re stuck with me, Beorn. Friend for life.”

His shoulders dropped a few inches and he sighed softly. The trees around the cottage swayed and sighed too, and the whole forest seemed to let go of a tense breath with it. “May I visit you from time to time?” he asked.

A grin spread across your face and you nodded. “As often as you like. After you disappeared yesterday, I kind of thought that was it,” you admitted. “I mean… You’re a forest spirit — I wasn’t sure how much you’d want to hang around with a boring old human.”

“I’d very much like to spend time with you,” he said, his voice dipping low and warm. “And you’re anything but boring.” Before he could go on though, one of his large, triangular ears flicked back and he tensed with a growl. “Someone’s coming up the path. I should not be seen with you.”

“Come back tonight?” you asked, even as he spun on the spot and darted for the trees on all fours, moving like a shadow. He was out of sight in a handful of heartbeats and you ducked inside to get something to put the stupidly expensive truffle in. No point in advertising that you had something that valuable just lying around, even if the inhabitants of the nearby village were the gentlest, kindest folk you could ever have hoped to meet.

After three nights spent talking with Beorn — the first sitting outside in the surprisingly balmy autumn air, and the second two inside your own house, with him stretched out on the hearthrug, soaking up the heat of the fire in luxurious bliss — you decided to take the truffle to the city. It would be a long journey to travel the King’s Road around the ancient, sacred forest, and Beorn instead offered to guide you through the heart of it to save you weeks of unnecessary tramping.

“You’re sure the forest won’t… object?” you asked as you packed your bag one morning and he sat on his haunches like a hound near the door. He always liked to keep one ear on the forest nearby if he could, as though expecting trouble or looking for an easy way out. He was, after all, a wild spirit. He seemed comfortable enough in your presence, but being inside the stone walls of your cottage for too long made him twitchy.

“With my blessing and friendship, you could travel freely through the whole forest alone, and nothing would dare harm you.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No,” he said, and the simple truth of it almost moved you to tears.

“Well… thanks,” you mumbled, blinking rapidly as you stuffed a spare shirt into your pack.

You moved together through territory you knew on that first day, but he led you to a secret, mossy glen that night. You were so tired, you almost fell asleep with your pack on, but he helped you make a camp and a little fire to boil water for tea, and when the night grew chilly, he curled up around you and let you rest with your back against his ribs and your cloak pulled up around your chin. You fell asleep there, and woke stiff and achy in the morning, but gloriously warm.

That became the pattern of your days in the forest with Beorn: you ate a breakfast of wild berries and nuts when your bread rations ran out, and he guided you through the most beautiful country you’d ever seen: thundering, white waterfalls plunging down into mossy crevasses that seemed to swallow the river whole; groves of autumn aspen that rained leaves down around you like a shower of little gold coins; bramble thickets so old and so dense that nothing grew beneath them and the thorns were as large as your hand and each blackberry was the size of an apple. Finally, on your last night before you reached the edge of the forest on the southern side, he took you to a grove where fireflies danced and spiralled with blue-green will-o-the-wisp fairies.

You crouched with him at the edge of the clearing, hardly daring to breathe as the lights winked and sparkled, coiling and twisting in and out of each other in an endlessly varied choreography. Beorn placed his palm at the small of your back to steady you, and you leaned further into his touch as the performance continued.

Eventually, on some intangible cue, the fireflies and fairies all rushed upwards towards the opening in the canopy above, speeding out like sparks from a campfire into the night, and leaving you and Beorn alone in the mossy glen.

“That was incredible,” you whispered when you finally got your breath back.

“I thought you would enjoy that,” he said. He surprised you by lowering his great wolf’s head and nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder. He rumbled a soft moan and closed his eyes.

You turned to look at him and brought your hand slowly to his cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Beorn,” you murmured. You hadn’t meant to speak your thoughts, and the moment you did, he froze. Before you could call the words back or formulate some lie to cover your embarrassment, Beorn sighed happily once more.

“I don’t think a human has ever called me ‘beautiful’ before,” he said with a shy laugh. His big, dark eyes stared intently at you in the dark, and you felt a prickle of arousal go through you. He inhaled and then nuzzled against you again.

“Beorn…” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his fur, tugging. “I… I want you…”

With another whining moan, he let his teeth rake over your throat, his tongue hot and wet against the cool night air on your skin, and you gasped, exposing your neck to him.

He growled at you and lowered you down onto your back, your cloak spread out beneath you amid the soft moss. “I want… I want to taste you,” he said in a deep, rough voice. His hands gripped your waist and you found your legs parting for him almost without a second thought. “Will you let me?”

“Gods, yes,” you grunted, and helped him undo the belt at your waist. He drew off your clothes delicately with his claws and your skin prickled into goosebumps.

He ran the rough pads of his paw-like hands up the inside of your thighs, his jaws loosely parted. He was panting slightly and you could see his white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He pressed his cold, wet nose against you and you jerked and bucked as he let his hot, rasping tongue lave over you; tasting you, savouring you.

His talon-tipped fingers tightened on your thighs, claws pricking, holding your legs open for him as he got to work. After a few strokes, his eyes rolled closed and he let out a deep, low-frequency growl that went right through you. He lavished attention on you until you were shaking and gasping, and he was unrelenting.

“Beorn, I’m going to come,” you gasped and his teeth just nudged against your skin for a moment, adding a perfect counterpoint to the rolling heat of his tongue and his breath. “You’re going to make me come.”

He hadn’t once stopped growling, and you weren’t sure he could speak until he grunted and removed his left hand from your thigh. You just about had enough strength to raise your head behind the pleasure buzzing through you, and you looked down the length of your body to see that he was working his own cock in his hand while still letting his tongue toy with you. Thick, red, and leaking all over his fingers, dripping freely onto the moss between his knees, his cock was hard and there was a knot forming at the base. He squeezed his hand around it but he leaned down over you again and you saw stars as his cold nose pressed against you with an insistent eagerness.

“Come for me,” he snarled through bared teeth. “Come for me.”

A few seconds later, your back arched and you came against the heat of his mouth. He spilled a heartbeat after you did, and you cracked an eye open to watch him throw his head back and howl.

Unabashed, he broadcast his pleasure to the forest, and you lay there and watched his cock pulse and spurt over his knuckles as he gripped the swollen knot hard. He made such a beautiful mess of himself, and he never took his other hand off your leg, keeping himself grounded through the roaring pleasure that tore through him in waves.

When he finally stopped coming, the howl faded from his throat, and he let his head drop down to regard you. He was breathing like he’d just raced across the forest, and his pupils were blown black and wide.

“You’re perfect,” he said. “Gods, but you’re perfect.”

You laughed quietly, fondly, and lay there dazed and sensitive and satisfied.

“Come back to me?” he asked in a whisper as he lay down beside you a while later and pulled you tight against his chest.

“What do you mean? I’m right here…”

You felt him shake his head a little. “When you’re done in the city. Will you come back to me?”

“Of course I will,” you promised, half-twisting in his embrace to look up at him. “Anyway, it’s all your fault that I’m going to the city with the world’s most expensive mushroom in my pocket!”

He laughed and held you tight, and when you parted at the edge of the forest the next day, he told you he would wait for you there until you returned.

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ooo spicy reqeuset: how would the yan yans react to their darling trying to fake an orgasm during sex? maybe because nobodys given her an orgasm before and so shes worried that they wont make her cum so she just pretends?

a/n: pretty sure all hell would break loose LOOOL also, as an adhd bitch, i know the pains of this so fucking well and it fucking sucks

wanted to do a group up thing but decided against it becos i wanted to write drabbles so here are just some random yanderes i picked and how they'd react

if you wanted to see another different yandere, shoot me another request and id love to answer for you!

warning: female reader as requested, mentions of stalking, overstim in ryouta's and the wolf boys' parts, spanking int he wolf boys' part, degradation in the wolf boys' part, double penetration in the wolf boys' part, honestly leo just lets it all out i think

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

if he's never made you cum before, he probably wouldn't notice that you're faking it. he's not the type to really go around fucking other people. in fact, more than likely, you're his first. so he wouldn't know better

but, if he has made you cum forreal before, he'll know immediately that you're faking it and, even if he hasn't gotten off yet, he'll stop everything to ask you what's wrong and ask why you're faking it

same goes for if he's stalked you before and like has watched you make yourself cum becos then he knows what it looks like?

neway he's just an all around very observant guy who memorises how you react to things so he'd know if you're faking it or not

Eun-jeong's thrusts slowed and he ended up frowning down at you, his hands at your hips tightening but only a fraction "What's wrong?" Your face erupted into heat and you tried your best to sound confused "Huh? Wha-What'd'you mean?"

Eun-jeong took a second to think about his words carefully. He'd always been told that he wasn't exactly the most socially graceful person in the world so he wanted to really pick what he was about to say deliberately.

Because he loved you. And he wanted to finally show you the parts of him that he's been anxious to show you; all the ugly burned skin, all the big insecurities, everything.

He didn't want anything to go wrong. Except, now, it was obvious to him that you just tried pretending that you were cumming when you weren't.

It made him extremely anxious that you were faking it. Were you just unable to get off while looking at his ugly skin? Was he that bad? What was wrong?

"You… didn't cum."

Eloquent. He wanted to hit himself upside the head so bad.

You turned even more bashful, embarrassed both by the fact that you acted badly enough that it was obvious and by the fact that you got caught.

Unbeknownst to you, you could've been the best actress in the world and Eun-jeong still would've been able to tell. He knew you, has observed you at your most vulnerable moments, when you thought nobody was looking.

He liked to think he knew you better than anyone, even yourself.

The awkward silence was finally broken as you stuttered out an explanation "So-Sorry, I just-- I-- Nobody's ever made me cum before s-so I was nervous-- I-I didn't want to make things awkward by uhm, not cumming?"

Eun-jeong understood completely. Still, he shifted his hips, jostling his cock inside of you. He pulled you a little closer, sigh escaping him. "I don't care about that, puppy. It doesn't matter how long it takes; I just want you to feel good, no matter what."

You nodded hurriedly, feeling the way his cock stretched you deliciously. Honestly, this entire time, you'd been stuck at the precipice, eager to cum but unable to. Unfortunately, it's always been like that.

Eun-jeong noticed the way you nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes flickering to where the two of you were connected. Something clicked in his mind then.

He shifted his hips again, dragging his cock out of you slowly. He could at least tell that it felt good because the walls of your pussy seemed to desperately want to keep him inside.

“How about you tell me how it feels?” Eun-jeong leaned down, his voice tickling your ear and his breath hot against your skin.

The words were on the tip of your tongue but your brain ended up blanking a little when Eun-jeong suddenly thrust his cock back in. He took your loss for words as a good sign and chuckled, his hand travelling from your waist to a little bit lower so his thumb could rub against your clit

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait. We have all night after all and I want to make sure you cum at least once.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

super observant like eun-jeong except like maxed out so, even if he hasn't seen you cum before, he definitely can tell what's fake and what's not

not to be like cliched or anything but your body tells him exactly how you feel and he's not had any experience outside of you but that doesn't stop him from hyper-analysing your every movement

so, yes, he can tell you're making yourself clench around him and you're making your eyes roll up and that you're pretending

and he'll definitely 100% take that as an offence LOL like what, you think he's stupid??

wouldn't talk to you abt it til after he's punished you tho

“What the fuck was that?”

Your entire body stiffened and you immediately grew nervous. Thankfully, your back was facing Ryouta so he probably couldn’t see your expression but you were sure he would at least fall for your acting.

People usually did.

He suddenly bullied his cock back into your pussy, making you whimper. Then, just as suddenly, his hand was at your face, cupping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sounded angry—angrier than you’d ever heard him be like ever—and from his tight grip on you, you could tell that he wasn’t in the mood for games.

“I-I’m sorry.” You huffed, squirming as you felt him keep grinding his hips against yours, his grip on your waist making you unable to get away “I-I— Nobody’s ever made me c-cum before and I-I thought— I-I didn’t want to—”

Ryouta pulled out of you, which only made you feel rejected and guilty. Now, like everyone else, he’d be sick of you too.

Before you could say anything else, though, he turned you over so you faced him. Finally, you could see the irritated expression on his face.

It felt so out of place since Ryouta always seemed pretty much emotionless. You were always left guessing exactly what he was thinking. Now, it was obvious: what you did really pissed him off.

“You think I’m anything like those shit-heads? Those pieces of garbage that can’t make you cum?” He practically spat out, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs and spreading your legs.

You tried to stutter out excuse after excuse but the words immediately died on your lips when Ryouta ducked down and started lapping at your pussy.

You gasped, your back curving up a little as your eyelids fluttered. Oh, fuck, the feeling of his tongue tracing your folds, lapping at your clit, was something else.

One of his hands moved your knee so it rested on his shoulder and, at first, you wondered why. Then, you felt him pushing his fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your walls clench and your pussy gush.

“Wa-Wait, Ryouta— I-I— feels weird!” You squealed, feeling his fingertips deeper than you’ve ever been able to reach. He kept brushing up against something that made electricity dance along your spine.

It made you feel like you needed to piss.

Instead of stopping, however, Ryouta just kept his dark eyes on you, lips closing around your clit and sucking as his fingers kept working you over and over.

Before you knew it, your back bowed and your head flung back as you were hit with the hardest orgasm you’d ever felt before. Your toes curled as white spots played along your vision.

“First time cumming and you end up being a squirter, huh?”

Ryouta almost sounded far away or maybe was that just your post-orgasm haze? You were still so out of it, both from the fact that someone made you cum and from the fact that it was the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

Before you could say anything, you could feel the head of Ryouta’s cock at your pussy.

You immediately looked up at Ryouta, the haze replaced with a sense of urgency “N-No, wait, I-I’m still a bit—”

Ryouta just chuckled meanly and pushed his cock all in one thrust “Did I say you could stop cumming? No, you’re going to keep going, baby, until you wring out every last drop of cum from my balls.”

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

has had experience with each other so like they know what someone cumming looks like and, yeah, every person is different but like also you're not fooling them

they each have polar opposite viewpoints on how to deal with it though: like casimir's would be to just ignore it and keep going but emm would wanna stop and talk abt it

it's defo a lot more like eunjeong rather than ryouta cus emm calls the shots LOL

Emm suddenly stopped and you could hear Casimir let out a small scoff. Immediately, you felt a cold sweat cover you. Did they notice?

“What the fuck was that, darl’?” Emm was behind you but you could feel her grip around your throat tighten a little; not enough to restrict your breathing but definitely enough to get your attention.

Casimir, on the other hand, didn’t say anything, his hands still tight around the fat of your thighs.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d never been caught faking it so it was a little jarring to face the consequences so quickly. Were you that obvious?

“It’s fine, Emm.” Casimir huffed, rolling his eyes, and he seemed to lean closer to you as if about to kiss you.

However, before he could, Emm’s free hand pushed his face away “The hell d’ya mean it’s fine? It’s not fine.”

“Why’d y’fake it?” She pulled you closer to her, her breasts pressing against your back and her hand travelling a little higher up so she could direct your gaze to her.

Your face felt hot and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. “S-Sorry. I-I just— I-I thought I n-needed to…”

“For what?” Casimir sounded a bit amused by your answer but you honestly couldn’t see his expression clearly because you were pointedly looking away from both of them, too embarrassed to meet either of their stares.

“If y’didn’t wanna fuck, you could’ve just said so.” Emm added, huffing and obviously off-put as she started pulling her strap-on out of your sopping pussy.

“I-It’s not that I didn’t want to!” You immediately interjected, feeling bad that you’d ended up making them feel like they’d forced you “I-I really d-did want to! Bu-But… uhm, it’s just that! N-Nobody’s been able to make me cum before…”

Casimir laughed meanly but Emm seemed to pause at your words. Then, she sighed, and you could feel her pushing that impossibly thick strap-on back inside of you. It definitely made you whimper a bit.

“Were we at least making you feel good?” Casimir pushed himself closer to you and you finally looked up to see a smirk playing across his lips.

You nodded because they really did. Both Casimir and Emm were, at the very least, the closest to making you cum “B-But, uhm, I-I just c-can’t—”

“I think you just need a little nudge, my love.” Casimir used one hand to cup your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, while the other moved down to toy with your clit.

Suddenly, you felt Emm push against you, nudging you so you were chest to chest against Casimir, your chin resting against his shoulder. Emm’s hand also left your neck and, instead, she used both hands to grip both sides of your waist.

“The fuck’n audacity to compare us t’your past lovers.” Emm grumbled before she renewed her thrusting except, this time, there was more force behind it, like she was earnestly fucking you.

Casimir chuckled but you could hear a sinister tone to his voice “Don’t worry, my wife, we’ll show our sweet that we’re nothing like those hooligans.”

mel lowell ★ isamu lowell ★ leonard lowell

also another group that hasn't really had a lot of experience with the female gender? LOL the three of them have only ever been with each other and pussies work differently yk

if it was just isamu, he'd totally fall for it LOL he'd believe you 100%

for mel, he's less likely to believe you but he wouldn't confront you abt it? he'd just keep going until he sees a real orgasm. but it'd be that thing where it's like? was that real? (yes) hmmm, he should make you cum again just to be sure

leonard would kick. your. ass. like forreal LMAO he'd absolutely berate you for even attempting to fake it and he'll be able to tell okay! surprisingly, the youngest of the three of them is kind of the most observant loool

if all three of them are together tho, leonard wins out and he ends up beating u up (metaphorically) while isamu and mel watch LOL

“No fucking way.”

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and you felt a sudden anxiety overtake you. There was no way Leonard could tell… could he?

“No fucking way! I didn’t just see that! Tell me I didn’t just see that!” Leonard, who had been behind you, suddenly woven his fingers through your hair before tugging, making you look directly at his bright blue eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t just fake an orgasm right in front of me.”

Mel, who had been happily observing, fist around his cock, stood, and you saw the concerned expression on his face from the corners of your eyes.

Isamu, who was in front of you, looked like a kicked puppy.

“I-I didn’t!” You instinctually answered, shaking your head, your entire body jittery with anxiety.

“Leo, I don’t think she’d—” Mel even tried to intervene but there was no stopping Leonard as soon as he was determined to see something through.

Thankfully, he let go of your hair. However, as soon as he did, he was shoving you and Isamu down, his hand on your shoulder making sure you wouldn’t get back up.

What he didn’t let go of was the issue at hand. Though you couldn’t see his face now, you could hear the insistence in his voice “Yes, you fucking did! I know you did! Admit it!”

You shook your head, of course, still in denial. The embarrassment of admitting it to them would’ve been too much.

Unfortunately, just as you shook your head, you felt a sudden flash of pain that made you gasp. Leonard just spanked you.

“Admit it.”

Of course, you shook your head again and, like you’d expected, Leonard spanked you again. This time, the lingering pain from the first one combined with the pain of the second one and you were left whimpering.

You looked to Mel, eyes a bit watery, hoping for help. Instead, he stood there, his arms crossed, an analyzing look on his face.

“Leo, don’t bully her!” Isamu at least tried to stand up for you.

“Fucking slut thinks we’re some virgin fuck-heads who can’t make her cum.” Leonard grumbled, landing another hard swat against your ass “Doesn’t that piss you off?”

You let out another pathetic sound, eyes fluttering close as you felt the pain and heat radiate from your ass cheek. “I-I’m sorry…”

Isamu made a confused noise but Mel tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him “So you did fake it?”

You nodded guiltily “I-I just— I-Isamu was about to cum an-and I-I felt so bad— Nobody’s been able to m-make me cum before and I—”

You were interrupted by another harsh slap against your ass, making you yelp out.

“We’ll talk about it later but I want you to know that you shouldn’t ever be pressured by us.” Mel spoke to you in his rather infamous soft leader-ly voice. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum so you don’t have to fake it, okay?”

You nodded hastily but your nodding was disrupted by another harsh swat from Leonard.

“And you, Leo. I appreciate you noticing and saying something but try to be a bit gentle with her.” Mel turned to Leonard and you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice.

“Now…” Mel reached behind you and it took you a second to even realise what he was doing.

He had fisted Isamu’s cock and fed it back into your pussy, not even giving you a second to adjust as the thickness spread your walls apart mercilessly.

You whimpered but happily took it.

“You have to be punished though, puppy.” Mel pet your head, threading his fingers through your hair before directing your mouth to his cock “We’ll forgive you if you let us use all your holes, hmm?”

You nodded at that, tongue already running over the veins on Mel’s cock.

“And, of course, you’ll have to cum at least three times. No faking it this time, okay?”

You sighed but agreed to that as well. Just as you did, you could feel the head of Leonard’s cock press against your asshole, pushing in slowly but surely, spreading you apart in a way that made you whine.

It would be a long night for sure.

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The Hunt - 18+

Summary: Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice.

Paring: Male werewolf x human

Word count: 1,325

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Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice. You had to be fast - no hesitation, no thinking - just moving on pure instinct. You could feel something creeping up the back of your neck, you wanted to look behind you but you couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk the precious seconds it might cost you. You knew it was only a matter of time until it finds you, you couldn’t keep up this pace for much longer.

You were prey. You were being hunted.

You felt yourself straining for breath, lungs burning and heart pounding in your chest. You had to stop, to catch your breath, but you couldn’t just give up that easily. Thinking on your feet as you ran, you decide to try and climb a tree and hide - you knew it wouldn’t really do much in the long run but you couldn’t keep going, the burning of your legs and chest was becoming too much and you refused to just let it win. You spot a tree with a branch you think you can reach and launch yourself at it, feet dangling as you try to pull yourself up. In the few heartbeats it took you to pull one leg up onto the branch, the beast was on you. It’s clawed hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you down, making you scream. You land on the ground, the beast dragging you closer to it. You refuse to give up and let your stubbornness and instincts take over, you kick and scratch and do everything in your power to get away from it.

A solid kick to its snarling face makes it loosen the grip it had on you, and you take your chance - you pull and twist, get back on your feet and run. You don’t get far when it slams into you from behind, tackling you to the ground. You’re trapped beneath the beast, with no way to get enough purchase on the ground to fight back. It snarls in your ear, deep and low and dangerous, trying to make you submit to it. You vainly struggle again and this time it has had enough, it wraps its jaws around the back of your neck, sharp teeth pressing into your soft flesh, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. You fall still, not wanting to have your neck ripped apart accidentally because you were too stubborn to accept you lost. It snarls again as it holds your neck before letting you go and it lifts itself just enough so it can turn you around, laying you on your back.

You take it its appearance as it looms over you, it kind of looked like a large wolf, but real wolves don’t move like this, don’t grow this big - it’s lips were curled up into a snarl, displaying it’s sharp, white teeth. You could see its nose snuffing occasionally, taking in your scent, and its black eyes stared down at you, glinting wickedly. You shift enough to bring your hand up to its face, and huff out a laugh as you gently trace its features with a finger.

“Well, I guess you win” You murmur, deciding on teasing now that you’ve lost the hunt, “You gonna claim your prize?”

Almost immediately it began moving, leaning back slightly to give it enough room to tear your clothes off your body, leaving you bare underneath it. You feel a slight thrill course through you, sure it was the middle of the night and you were deep in the woods, but the idea that someone could walk past and see you pinned down underneath such a large beast - a werewolf - aroused you more than you thought it would.

It snuffed its way down your body, clawed fingers still gripping tightly on your upper arms and keeping you pinned. It begins to lick at your body, its smooth, wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva across your torso. You moan, wanting more, but you were its prize and it was going to take its time enjoying you. Slowly, so slowly, it works its way down further, licking and tasting as it goes - it pulls away for a moment, making you whine and lift your gaze to meet its and as soon as you lock eyes, it begins to devour you. You moan loudly as it licks at you, it’s careful to not let its teeth hurt you, and it doesn’t take long before your whole body is shaking with need.

It eats you with a frenzy, like it can’t get enough of your taste, until you’re almost screaming with pleasure. The intensity builds and a few moments later, you let out a loud moan as you reach your climax, entire body shaking, and it keeps going, keeps licking until it becomes too much and you push at its head. It relents and snuffles its way back up your body, nuzzling at your throat while you catch your breath. Your beast whines, nudging your cheek with its nose, and you huff and press your hand on its cheek, opening your eyes to gaze at it.

“M’kay” You slur, almost feeling drunk, “Want you”

Your words spur it on, reminding it of its own arousal. It lifts you into its arms as it kneels on the ground, holding you against its chest. It snuffs against your neck again, gently nudging you before it lowers you down and you feel its arousal at your core. You dig your nails into the fur on its back and shoulders, whining at it to hurry up, and it does just that - it presses you down and fills you up. It snarls and fucks into you with all its strength, holding you against it and ensuring you have no leverage to move. It fucks you like your its own personal toy, and you suppose, you kind of are.

You moan and whine as you stretch around it, feeling every inch, loving every moment. You could barely catch your breath between each thrust, it’s snarls becoming louder every second, holding on and taking it was all you could do. You could feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, almost desperate for another climax. You start muttering, c’mon, please, fuck me, c’mon I need you, finish inside me, please please please.

Your words encourage it and it speeds up its thrusts, you hold on for dear life as you moan with each movement. You could feel yourself edging closer and closer, and all it takes to tip you over is your beast latching onto your shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood. You scream, the intensity of your second climax white outs your vision, you hear it snarling as it finishes inside you. You feel yourself being gently laid down on the ground, your beast still inside you and holding you as it rests above you.

It lets you rest completely on the ground as it pulls out of you and it quickly moves back in between your legs to clean you. You twitch and moan as it licks at your sensitive flesh and you don’t know if you want it to keep going or to stop, your hand comes to rest on the top of its head, and a few more licks later you whine as you feel another climax building in you. You fingers grip its long, pointed ears and you use that to push and pull where you needed, and you climax for a third time. You come back to your senses as it picks you up, cradling you in its arms against its chest, you feel light and heavy all at once, your limbs shaking like jelly, and your mind blissfully blank.

“Home?” You hum, closing your eyes again.

It rumbles in response to your query, and you let yourself drift off.

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David: what did we talk about biting people when in youre wolf form??

Werewolf!M/n: no biting people...

David: and what did you do?

M/n: but i only bit one

David: still not good reason to bite someone!

M/n: they insulted my collar!! you know i made it by myself!! they were being rude and you didn't do shit!!

David: you know, i would kill them when NONE is around, right!?

M/n: i know–

David: look puppy, i know you have problems with anger but biting people is not okay and now you have to go to vet–

M/n: for what??

David: rabies pups, that person wants to know if you have it or not

M/n: BUT I DONT !!

David: they want a document about it, Lucys gonna take you tomorrow morning

M/n: :(

David: don't give me that face puppy, you'll get whatever you want after that including Dwaynes jacket

M/n: :)

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xass4ss1n · 1 year

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Next week lol valentines

#funny #werewolf breeding #valentines day #werewolfkin #werewolf #lycan #lycanthrope #werewolves #lycanthropecore #alterhuman #lycanthropy #therian #clinical lycanthropy #species dysphoria #straight werewolf #male werewolf #happy valentine's day #shift happens

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Bite to Bruise - 13

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story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

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BITE TO BRUISE - 13.

Ever shifted from two legs to four when he left her cottage. The air was cold and the clouds heavy. The snow would come soon.

He ran, not directly home, but through the woods and then up across the open valley, between the pack homes and the town. Everything was as it should be, everyone was safe, but he was not at peace in himself.

He couldn’t shake all the things he had heard about witches and wolves.

They were not meant to coexist. None ever had.

Even when witches had not been near extinct, they had never had any ties to the fenrir. They were human but not, sniffed out and scooped up by the midnights early on.

Fenrir had never been human. They had learned to take that form, to house their spirits in skin and live in the world, but they were not human. Some thought they’d taken the form too long, through too many generations, and lost what they used to be. He knew at least two packs that held that ideal close to heart and spent more time in shadow and teeth than human flesh.

When he reached his family home, Sky was on the porch watching him. He lifted his big head off his paw and watched Ever with those yellow eyes. Eyes like his eyes.

“You slept in the woods,” Sky said without speaking. It wasn’t exactly an accusation, but it wasn’t a simple observation either.

Ever huffed. “She’s gone home.”

Sky settled his jaw back down on his paw, gaze shifting back to the roads even though it was well past dawn. “I’m sorry,” he said, but he didn’t mean it.

Ever rolled his shoulders, shifting to two legs and stretching. “She’s coming over tomorrow.” He stepped up the porch to the front door.

Sky looked away from the road, that big head swinging toward him again. He didn’t say all the things he was thinking, all the things he might have wanted to say. But he got up. The boards of the porch creaked under the weight of him.

Ever watched him go, resisting the urge to call him back and make him say what he was thinking—make him say all the things Ever worried about. Was he going the wrong way? Would he hurt his pack? Would she?

The Baron was dangerous and he already had Florian Blackwell to deal with.

Was he overreaching?

Did he really have a choice?

Arlo Hayes had not risked his pack on the witch.

He had done what he could to keep them safe from her vengeance, to repay the debt, but with as little connection as possible.

“Stay away from her,” he had said. “She might look like a person, but she’s no human. She’s a witch. She’ll do what she must to survive, and she’ll curse whoever wrongs her.”

Ever went inside. The problem was, and had always been, that he was no human either. He was fenrir, and he went where instinct told him to go, just like the witch.

They didn’t belong together.

Wren knew it.

How could she not?

She lay on the couch in that other home and watched the clear sky outside the windows, all the while thinking about the door at the end of the hall behind her. He had left it open and she hadn’t closed it, her windowless cabin a shadowy room. The mismatch of the two places had never struck her before. It was her home. She had expanded what the wolves had given her, from the spot in the woods she had claimed for herself. It was her home, all of it, the meadow, the cottage, the house.

But it had not all been the same to him.

She had seen the surprise and the wonder when she showed up, but she’d also seen the panic when he realized he was not where he needed to be—with his pack.

Wren had not thought about that.

She had not thought about anyone but herself and Ever.

She’d like to say that Ever was a new addition to her considerations, but that would be a lie and what was the point of lying to herself?

She had always been thinking about Ever.

And now… Now things were complicated.

It had only been a few days since she met him in the bar.

Only a few days since she saved Oscar and blew up her life.

She couldn’t go back to Ceres. Really, she shouldn’t go back to Dog Land.

Wren stilled on the couch, a terrible thought clawing at her chest. She turned, tearing her stare from the blue sky to look down the hall at the narrow door at the very end. She had other residences, but it had been her only home. This had been her only home.

The smart thing to do would be to break the bridge on that door from this side and never go back. She could design a new glamour and choose a new name. She could make up a new life and maybe a quieter one this time. She already had the means to survive. She didn’t need to leverage her magic to collect finders fees. She could do anything.

She could bury Bellamy and start over.

She should.

She should bury Wren too.

She got up from the couch and padded down the hall, as quiet as possible, like there was someone down there that might notice. Only there wasn’t. There was never anyone.

She touched the doorframe, feeling the spell she’d woven into the wood under her fingers, even through her gloves.

Fairy lights lit the cabin. Her bed was unmade, the quilts all the more inviting rumpled up. She close her eyes and listened to the woods on that side, to the roots in the ground and the whispers in the deep.

She took the handle.

She could disappear.

She should.

Baron was going to find her and if she was in Dog Land… if she was on Ever’s land…

It would have been easier if Ever had sold her out. She would have known what to do then. She would have known to hate him and run for her life.

This was harder.

If she stayed and Baron found her, would Ever try to save her again? Were all those fenrir stories about witches being them death, true?

Wren had survived so much, but the idea of being the death of Ever Hayes was unbearable.

She closed her eyes and pulled the door shut.

Oscar finally got his home back into order, or at least as close as he was going to manage any time soon.

The hounds and shades had searched it for anything with even a speck of the witch’s blood and tossed his furniture while they were at it just for good measure. Assholes.

He’d left the windows open despite the chill outside, trying to air the stink of Baron’s dogs out. They left a stain in the air around them, something rabid and desperate that left his pulse slamming long after they’d set out to look for the scent.

The scent.

The witch.

Bellamy.

Oscar cringed against her name and the memory of her saving his life. She shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t his fault and it wasn’t going to buy her anything. It couldn’t. If Baron’s dogs didn’t drag her back to the Court of Solse, then he would find her and deliver her. Aside from the payday, it would get Baron off his back. He couldn’t afford to have that shade’s attention on him.

He couldn’t afford to fail.

His hand still ached, no longer from the iron spell that had ripped into it, but from Baron’s crushing grip.

His stomach twisted when he thought of it, his arms shaking. He had been helpless and Baron had exerted so little effort.

No, he needed to make sure he was never in that position again. He needed to finish this and get as far from the Court of Solse as possible. He’d claim retirement after this job. He’d pack up and cross the sea, live out his life as far from Blood Country as possible.

When he was ready, he closed the windows and took out the pathetically thin file he had on Wren. It was little more than the bounty printout and a handful of rumors he’d heard about witch sightings in the years since.

He stared at it on the table.

No one had ever found Wren.

No one had ever come back when they thought they were close.

But he wasn’t after Wren. He didn’t know anything about her.

Oscar took out a pad of paper and picked up a pen. He wasn’t hunting Wren. He was hunting Bellamy. He started with her description, her perceptions of her, the powers he had seen her use and the ones he had heard rumors about. She was a talented seeker.

He also started a list of everyone that he could remember her ever working for.

There was a broker she liked to go through… What was her name? Jameson.

He underlined that as a possible lead.

Her apartment hadn’t been much of a home. He had seen enough of it before lighting it on fire and leaving to know that. It was a crash pad at best.

So, where was her home? Where would she go now that she was injured?

Oscar’s heart clenched when he considered the possibility that she might have died. He would have died. How could she get the spell off on her own?

She wouldn’t be able to go to a healer like he had. They would feel the magic in her blood even before touching it. So, if she was alive, she was injured. A wound like that, even if she managed to keep it from infection, even if her own magic helped her heal, would tax her. Wherever she was, she was weak.

What other cities had he known her to frequent as much as Ceres? He made a quick list on the side of possible places she might be living.

He found himself thinking about that moment when she opened the portal and fell through it. He had been too shocked at the time to think much of anything, but now he could remember the space around her filling with dark trees. It had been night there too and when she kicked her way back, she had pushed up crisp leaves. The same season, the same time of day.

She wasn’t far.

Bellamy had run, and Oscar was willing to bet that in that state of panic and distress, she would have run home.

Bellamy’s home was in a wood.

#Bite to Bruise #werewolf romance #werewolf x witch #male werewolf #modern fantasy world #own world #own work #romance #clover down #dominimoonbeam #<3

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softpawsxd · 4 months

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I made something inspired by @xandri-art's Werewolf Kuromi TF art, Which is about Jimmy Five having werewolf stages like this (And yes, They are inspired by Dareen Younes!):

Stage 1: Jimmy Five is a completly normal human, Until he got bitten by a wolf in the forest.

Stage 2: Jimmy Five's hands grew grey fur with paws and claws, And he also gows semi-wolf ears and fangs as he kinda looks like Jake the wolf from Jake And The Never Land Pirates.

Stage 3: Jimmy Five starts transfroming into a semi-werewolf with more fur with a tail and his eyes turned yellow.

Stage 4 (FINAL ONE!): Jimmy Five finally turns into an actual werewolf as hie becomes one dangerous beast in Lemon Tree Street.

#werewolf tf #male werewolf #werewolf boy #werewolves #jimmy five #cebolinha #turma da monica #monica and friends #monica's gang

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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A Different Scent

Male! Werewolf X GN! Reader

A/N: sorry for the hiatuses-- it's exam season and I'm trying to survive. This was inspired by a manga I've been reading and werewolf ASMR-- strange but hey it created this pile of soft (?) angst!

Synopsis: your werewolf boyfriend comes home to find another mans smell on you, leading him to become quite the insecure and suspicious lover.

TW: LOADS of angst, cheating accusations, jealousy, fluff, reverse comfort

"I'm home!"

A booming voice traveled down the hall accompanied by even louder footsteps.

"Where are you? Sweetheart?"

"In here!" You called from down the basement.

You heard his sigh of relief as he walked down the basement steps.

"What're you doing down there?" He bent down to avoid hitting the wooden beam near the door.

Wiping sweat from your forehead, you looked at your hard work.

"Oh just... spring cleaning."

There were piles of items ranging from old photo albums to unused car parts, thanks to the man across from you. He liked to store a variety of things down in the basement if he thought he would use them someday. He never did.

The basement had looked like a hoarder's home until you came into the picture.

"Cal, how did you let your house get this bad?" You stared in disbelief at your boyfriend.

He shrugged, throwing down his gym bag on the dusty floor.

"Dunno. Anyway, aren't you gonna say hi to me?"

"Hi." You deadpanned, returning back to the accumulation of items on the floor.

He pouted at the response.

"Awe that's no way to treat the man who you love."

"Are you sure about that? Maybe you deserve a bit of reprimanding for all this stashed trash."

Cal let out a playful grunt and pulled you into his arms. Lifting you off the ground he moved back toward the stairs.

"Wait! I'm not done in here-"

"And?" He hoisted you over his shoulder. "Aren't I more important than some junk?"

"That's not the point let me down!" You beat against his back but Cal kept walking. You could see his tail wagging from behind, excited you were in his grasp. He was so ready to squeeze something soft and warm after such a long day.

Sometimes, it was a real hassle having a werewolf as a boyfriend.

His ears twitched with excitement as he headed up the stairs to the couch. You grumbled, failing to get out of his grip.

"C'mon let me go!"

"Never." Cal muffled into your side as he kissed your abdomen. He tossed you onto the couch as you let out an "oomph!"

"I've been waiting all day for this." He grinned, looking down at you as you laid at his mercy.

He was often affectionate, but tonight was a whole other level. Without warning, he jumped on top of you as you cried out.

"No, I'm all sweaty! And I need to finish--"

He cut you off as he smothered you with kisses. "So am I-- but you don't see me making a big deal out of it." He inhaled your smell, traveling down to your neck. "m'just got back from the gym too. Don't cha wanna see how hard I worked?"

You covered your face, embarrassed at how he was slowly inching his shirt up. You pulled his hands back down and looked away.

"You're so embarrassing..."

"You're right," he pulls your hands towards his and entwines them with his own. "I want to smell you first before I go there.."

"No!" You cried out, embarrassed even more than before. But Cal didn't listen.

"Calhaun," you warned, using his full name to show your seriousness.

But he mischievously smiled, not listening to a word you said. Before you could stop him he pinned your hands next to you and buried his face into your chest.

You squirmed as he inhale your scent.

"Don't," you whined. "I've been cleaning all day I don't--"

He mumbled against your chest as you squirmed around.

"M’smell so good..." Cal removed his hands from yours and ran them down your body. "I've been waiting all day for this."

You tried once more to get up, but his weight was too much. He laughed against you and crept a hand up your shirt.

Sighing out of defeat, you looked down at him with a heated face.

"Don't try anything mister."

"Oh ye, of little faith."

He laughed and traveled down your abdomen, smelling each inch of you.

"Your smell... is so sweet.." he massaged your flesh and dug his face under your shirt. "But...what's this...?"

"What? What is it?" You feared for the worst, knowing all of Cal's senses were far sharper than yours.

"It's..." he lifted your shirt up further, his nose pressed against your stomach. "Something different, it's not your smell."

You looked at him with a perplexed expression.

"It smells like...another man."

"Huh?"

"Someone else's scent... it's musky. Barely there but I can smell it. "

Cal’s voice dropped in pitch as he began to grip tighter onto you.

"Why... Do you smell like that?" All playfulness in his voice left. "I thought you said you were home all day."

He climbed up from your stomach and moved to stare into your eyes. His expression was dark, giving you a thin frown and drooped ears.

"I was!"

"So why do you smell different, You were here with another man alone?"

"No-- I, I just had some friends over to help..."

"Male friends. Of which are always trying to get into your pants."

"They aren't like that.." you mumbled. Cal stared you down.

"They arent like that, really? Then tell me who came."

"Just.. the guys you met last week."

"Right."

Cal grit his teeth, his body tensing up."So the ones who were all over you. Touching you and talking about your ass all night."

You gripped Cal's hand that held pressure in your own. The dark look that washed over his eyes made you nervous.

"That's not true." You frowned.

"Yeah? Cause I saw them gawking at you the entire time. I heard the words come straight out of their mouths."

"They just came to help out!"

"You're too nice for your own good you know that!? theyll take advantage of you any second they get!" Cal shouted back.

You went silent, unable to make eye contact with him. His words had some semblance of truth. Some of your friends had tried to make a move on you, but you always thought it was a joke or just a friendly gesture.

"If you dont love me than just say it." He mumbled.

You stared in shock at him.

"What… why would you say that…"

"Forget it." Cal pouted, moving off of you.

"I mean if you were gonna cheat at least get that scent off before you see me." He said barely above a whisper.

"That's-- how could you say such a thing?!"

Cal looked guilty, uncrossing his arms.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that…"

"Do you not trust me? Do you really think I'd hurt you like that!?"

"No I do trust you," Cal grabbed your hands desperately at seeing your bewilderment. "But I don't trust them. I'm..."

"What?"

"I'm-- gosh I don't want to say it!'' Cal lowered his voice. "I'm… intimidated by them..."

"...intimidated?" You could hardly stifle a laugh.

Cal? Intimidated? Your 200 pounds of muscle werewolf boyfriend was scared of your friends' intentions?

"I promise you there's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to them." You brought his face into your hands.

"Yeah I know I know," He fidgeted and looked away. "But I can't help it when everytime you smell like them, it makes me so... ugh."

"Awe..." you couldn't resist. He looked so cute pouting. "I dont think I've ever seen you jealous before." You teased.

"I'm..I'm not jealous!"

"You looked at him with your eyebrows raised and an emotionless stare.

"Okay, maybe i'm a little jealous. But so what! I'm allowed to be jealous."

You laughed and kissed his cheek.

Cal smiled into your hand and pressed his lips against your palm. Despite his small grin, the worry from his eyes didn't leave.

"That's not all, is it?"

"No," He muffled into your hand. "But it's fine."

Cal kissed your fingertips, moving down to your wrist then to the rest of your arm. His soft, wolf-like ears flattened against the side of his head.

"No, you can't just avoid the question like that,"

You tried to pull your hand away but Cal kept his grip. Your struggle made the werewolf take matters into his own hands, pinning your hands behind you as he pulled you into his lap.

"Let me go." You faced him defiantly.

"And why should I?"

Cal looked smug, pressing his chest up to touch yours.

But despite his cheekiness, an idea brewed in your head.

"Alright, fine. But if I have to stay here, you're going to tell me why you're still upset." You gave him a deep grin.

Cal rolled his eyes letting out a dramatic sigh.

"It's not all that important!" He looked conflicted, deciding whether or not to answer you. "It's just.. sometimes I think, maybe you'd want someone normal," He stares at the ceiling, holding onto your waist limply. "Yknow, someone who won't slobber all over you when he kisses you." He laughs sadly but it turns into a frown. "Someone who doesn't crush you everytime he tries to give you a hug, or is afraid of scratching you. "

Cal suddenly looked uncomfortable at the thought of touching you.

"Oh Cal," you say with pity in your voice.

"Don't do that." He puts a hand over his eyes. "You know as well as I do. You never stopped to think for a moment of how our future would be? What you're going to have to face?"

"Of course but I-" you swallowed thickly. "I never thought of it that way. It has never been a chore for me or a fear to be with you. I think of us with... excitement." You were desperate for him to look at you. "Cal, listen, I don't want anyone else. Look at me."

You cupped his cheeks and pressed your nose against his. "No one else. I don't care if you're messy sometimes or a bit too strong, I love those things about you."

Cal stared back, hanging onto every word, waiting for a 'but,' or a look of deceit. But neither came.

"Are you sure…?" He said in a low whisper.

"Positive." You ruffled his hair and looked into his eyes. "I love you, and nothing will ever change that."

Your sincere voice was like music to his ears. Cal smiled against you, grabbing your waist to secure his hold.

"Say that again?" He asked.

"I said--" you looked back down at him to see a triumphant grin on his full lips. "Nevermind."

"No no! Say it again, what was that?"

"Now you're just teasing me--!"

Your face grew hot with cal kissing your neck and pleading for you to repeat yourself.

It was the first time you ever spoke the words 'I love you' to him. His soft, animalistic ears flicked against your chin as he ran his lips down your body. Suffocating you with a hug, Cal's large tail flicked from behind, swishing back and forth like a happy dog.

"NOW you're gonna crush me--" you managed to choke out between his sloppy kisses and the squeezing fingers gripping you.

Cal's nails were dangerously close to cutting the dip of your back; his hold on you decreased as he whispered next to your ear. His hot breath fanned over face, lips threatening to consume you.

"I love you too."

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artistryevie · 6 months

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Halloweentober Day 16: Werewolf

Here is day 16 with Randy being in his Werewolf form howling at the full moon!

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aubrietarose · 5 months

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Wolfing out - now in full color! Can't you just hear that fabric shredding? The panicked breathing turning to guttural snarls? The howl echoing beneath the stars?

#AubrietaRose #digital art #furry art #anthro art #werewolf #anthro wolf #lycanthrope #canine #wolf #male werewolf #male #tf #transform #transformation #werewolftransformation #werewolf transformation #werewolf tf #TFEveryday #werewolfArt

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Chapter Twenty One (nsfw)

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Oof, folks. It’s been building to this, and some of you have added your thoughts on what’s going on, but I promise you he will tell her...

Content: werewolf transformation, shifted sex, knotting, biting (gentle, no blood), aftercare and fluff Wordcount: 4926

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw)

Gabe’s back gave another great heave and, still human, he let out a roar that was all animal, bearing his teeth and snarling, head dropping forwards as he shook from the effort of holding back a transformation that had already started to take hold of him.

“God, Odessa, I’m so sorry,” he hissed. “I’ve never lost control of it like this… I… I don’t —” he broke off and half-swallowed a yelp of pain as his back twisted a little and he braced his arms wide on either side of her body to stop himself falling forwards on top of her. “Shit. I can’t… I’m…”

He retreated down the bed and his back curved upwards again like an angry cat.

“You can shift, Gabe” she said again, heart still pounding. “Let go. Don’t worry about anything else. Shift.”

Snarling and snapping, he pushed further away and she watched, fascinated, as he gave in to the wolf without another word.

Dark fur grew along his spine, and the grinding crack and clunk of bones realigning under his skin filled the air. His whole body trembled and jerked convulsively, claws growing, limbs elongating and skull changing, muscles tearing and reforming, a tail growing, until he crouched, hunched on all fours on the bed near her feet, breathing erratically.

“Gabe?” she whispered, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. “Are you alright?”

His cock was still hard, she noticed unavoidably as she took in his new body. Achingly so, and it was huge like this; red and thick. The longer she looked at him, the harder he got it seemed, and in only a few seconds, it twitched and began to leak pre-come in a thick, steady stream onto the sheets below him. There was also a thicker bulge beginning to form at the base. Gabe whined and tried to shrink away, curling inwards on himself. His ears were back, his eyes were closed, and he looked the picture of miserable shame.

“Gabe, no…” she said. “No, don’t. Come back?” she asked as she sat up and extended her hand towards him, palm up. “Come back… Please… It’s ok.”

At that, he did finally look up at her with those familiar golden eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain. She nodded reassurance and smiled. He glanced down at himself in a wry, self-deprecating kind of way and tilted his head in a question.

“I want you, Gabe,” Odessa said with a fluttering laugh, and she found that she truly meant it. She’d had ‘human Gabe’ any number of times by then, but there was something about him in this form that made her core burn. “You’re still you, whatever form you take. I want you. And,” she added with a wry smile, “You clearly still want me…”

Cautiously, he nodded and then crawled up the bed towards her.

The sight of his black, clawed, paw-like hands on the stark white sheets sent a thrill through her and she bit her lip as she lay back once more, simultaneously relaxing and buzzing with renewed energy. He loomed over her as she lay there, and she smiled up at the werewolf who already had claimed her, body and soul.

With his inhuman hands splayed across her thighs, black claws glinting, he parted her legs and she opened willingly to him. He inhaled slowly, tongue starting to loll, and he lowered his great wolf’s head and pressed his cold, wet nose to her clit. She immediately bucked beneath him but he held her down with no effort at all. His jaws parted and he let his hot tongue rake over her, tasting her, and as he did, he let out a rumbling groan of pleasure. He licked her, tongue laving through the wetness that had gathered anew between her folds, and as he started to focus more on her clit and on her pleasure, Odessa’s body began to tremble and heave in time with every stroke of his tongue. The pads of his paws were rough on her skin and his grip was breathtaking, but the contrast between the strength of his body and the delicacy of his touch left her gasping and crying out.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she grunted as the pleasure that had been growing in her core suddenly unfolded like a flower.

In a blinding starburst across her vision, she came against the heat and pressure of his tongue and he closed his mouth on her. His upper teeth pressed into her mound as if he were trying to devour her while his tongue pressed tight against her fluttering heat. She tried to lift her hips against his mouth but he pinned her down and growled at her to keep still. The vibrations ran through her whole body and she threw her head back into the pillows and yelled as a second wave tore through her right on the heels of the first.

Finally she came down, twitching and gasping for breath, and he drew back slowly. He licked her a few times, not wanting to waste any of the taste of her, and then he regarded her steadily. He was still the Gabe she knew when he wore this form, but he was also a little different. Human-Gabe was relaxed and affable and easy-going, but Wolf-Gabe was quiet and intense and very observant, the way a pack’s sentry might keep watch: cataloguing every movement and noticing every detail about her. It made her skin tingle just to bear his golden gaze on her.

His jaws were softly parted to show his teeth and the tip of his wet tongue, and his eyes glowed bright gold in a face that was as kind as it was inhuman. He loved her. Of that there was no doubt.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

His cock twitched visibly at that, and it drooled a thick line of pre-come down onto the sheets between her legs. Trusting her, he didn’t hesitate as much this time, and he prowled the rest of the way up the bed until he loomed over her with his inhuman hands braced on either side of her head and his cock leaking pre-come all over the sensitive skin between her legs every time it twitched.

Flushed red, hard, and messy, with the knot showing visibly at soft fur around the base, Gabe seemed more aroused than she’d yet known him, but still he began slowly, simply rutting his cock against her thighs and smearing the drooling pre-come all over her. When he met her eyes and understood that she really did want him like that, he lowered his muzzle to her collarbone and slowly opened his jaws. His huge teeth locked carefully around the bones of her shoulder and chest, and she bucked up into him with a broken, needy grunt.

“Oh my God, Gabe…” she breathed, revelling in the new sensation.

It was like being held, but it was so intense on so many levels. If he chose to — or if he lost control, she supposed — he could kill her in an instant, snapping her collarbones like kindling, but instead he just held her still while he rutted luxuriantly against her, savouring the pleasure and slide of her body against his.

“Gabe…” she said again, and she raised her hands to his chest, watching as her fingers sank and disappeared into the thick fur there. “I still want you inside me…” she reminded him.

A long, low, quavering note left his throat at that and his whole body fell still.

Then, without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he shifted his hips just a little and the searing heat of the tip of his cock nudged against her entrance. With Odessa wetter than she could ever remember being, and with Gabe even messier than usual, the slide of his huge cock inside her was easier than she’d expected, though the stretch was still immense.

This time, a long, high whine left him and his jaw quivered before he released her and bowed his back to drive himself all the way inside her to the hilt.

Except it wasn’t to the hilt, she realised as the bulge of his knot nudged at her sensitive entrance and he began to pant and whimper. He clearly wanted more, to slide completely inside her, but even lost in the wolf, he apparently couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

At first he moved with an aching, cautious slowness that bordered on frustrating for her, but when he sensed that, he got a little faster and a little bolder, and the apex of each powerful thrust punched the air out of her in a low, inelegant grunt that he seemed to adore. He tilted his head, dark ears pricked forwards, and listened to every noise she made for him. It seemed to stoke his ardour and he gnashed his teeth, black lips peeling back to reveal huge, white teeth, while his red tongue lashed behind them as drool began to drip from his jaws.

As the minutes ticked by, and his pace and the depth and power of each stroke increased, Odessa realised that he was losing himself more and more to the sensations of their joined bodies, and she loved it.

She loved it because despite all that unbelievable power, all that monstrous wildness in him, he cared for her.

Each time she sang him a new note of pleasure for him, he repeated the gesture to make her do it again, and each time she told him how wonderful it felt, he let out either a pleased growl or a chuffing whine. He scented her too, hunching his lithe back enough to bring his cheek to her neck without breaking the rhythm he’d set, before raising himself up to look at her with his pupils blown dark and wide, and his jaws slightly open and intimidatingly inhuman.

He used his new and bigger form to wring pleasure from her in ways she’d never experienced before, and she loved him fiercely for it. She found herself gently shunted up the bed towards the headboard each time his hips pistoned into her, and he picked up one dark, paw-like hand to close his clawed fingers around her breast as it jostled with the movement. Mindful of his sharp claws, he kneaded it luxuriantly for a few strokes before returning his palm to the mattress to buttress himself up properly.

This, she realised as his cock pushed deep against her inner walls in a gloriously slow stroke, was the closeness she’d been seeking all along.

“I love you, Gabe,” she whispered through welling tears. She felt full for obvious physical reasons, but her chest felt tight and her heart was beating in her throat. “I love you. I don’t want to leave. I love you.”

With a broken whine, he lowered his face one more time and nuzzled her neck and cheeks, desperately scenting her, rubbing his scent all over her wherever he could reach while his muscles trembled at the torturously inadequate pace he was inflicting on himself. He licked briefly at her mouth and her throat and his thrusts grew irregular and much, much deeper. He was shaking all over, but it was only after another few minutes of tempered bliss that she realised he was trying to restrain himself from sliding all the way in.

He was trying to avoid knotting her and it was all he could do to hold himself back.

Odessa wanted to weep at how blessedly careful he was being with her, and realised that he was never going to do it himself. She waited until he reached the apex of one particularly slow and gentle thrust and looped her legs around his middle. She tightened her hold on him, tugged, and pulled herself fully onto his knot.

With a flash of his wide, golden eyes and a snatched gasp of surprise, Gabe’s wolf jaws closed around her bare throat, teeth locking him in place like a vice around her neck, and he snarled long and deep and loud. Incoherent bliss rushed through every fibre of Odessa’s being as his knot swelled and filled perceptibly inside her, and her whole body went completely, instinctively slack beneath him with a softly-uttered ‘oh’ of pleasure.

A sensation of utter rightness and true ‘oneness’ with him was the only thing she could feel. Gabe started to rock and rut his hips repeatedly, frantically, against her, snarling and panting, but the movement was futile. They were sealed together, and he didn’t have an inch to move inside her. It felt incredible though and her core tightened, muscles clenching around him.

“Yes,” she smiled against his ruff, her body still limp with ecstasy.

His teeth dug into her but he never broke the skin despite the pressure. His hot tongue pushed against her pulse and drool slipped between his teeth to slide down her shoulder while he rutted wildly a few more times against her. He was growling and whimpering in time with each desperate, helpless thrust.

Then, only a few seconds after she’d pulled herself onto his knot, she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her.

His back rounded and hunched, his jaws tightened, his eyes rolled, and he started to come.

She could actually feel him spilling in huge spurts inside her, flooding her fuller than she’d ever been in her life, and the sounds he made against her throat were raw and deep and visceral. After a few seconds of lying there, pinned by his crushing weight to the bed, she felt his hands and arms slide underneath her shoulders, and he lifted her upper body right off the mattress. With his hands supporting her shoulders and lower back, he sat back on his heels and rutted up into her, still coming blindly, desperately.

Held upright but lolling weakly in his arms, Odessa let her head roll back. At the new angle, Gabe’s huge cock and knot caught her just perfectly inside, and at last the wave of blinding pleasure that had swamped her on first feeling his knot took her with it, and she came with a broken, convulsing wail.

Gabe threw back his head and howled.

It was a long time before Gabe shuddered to stillness, though he was still breathing hard and cradling her in his shaking arms. His cock still twitched and spilled the last of his orgasm inside her, and the only sounds in the room now were their shared, panting breaths and the occasional grunt from Gabe.

While she’d been coming, one of his hands had moved to cradle her head. His huge claws pricked her scalp a little and grounded her, and as the last echoes of her own orgasm rippled through her, she finally opened her eyes and found him staring at her.

As if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just done, Gabe slowly started to lower her down and regarded her, wild-eyed and panicky, ears back.

“Gabe,” she smiled, consonants still vague with pleasure. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. I love you, and I’m yours.”

At that last, he trembled all over and began to scent her again. He looked like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here,” she said, losing sight of her fingers again in the thick, soft fur of his ruff as she scrunched and tugged at it. “You feel so good…” She kept talking to him, reiterating that she had loved every second of it, until he slumped down on top of her, slightly askew to keep his weight mostly off her chest. He held her head in his hand and lay there, shivering and whining almost imperceptibly with each exhale. They were still tied together and the sensation of utter fullness helped to ground her.

While still idly stroking his fur, she wondered how long he would be locked inside her. She half-recalled him saying that because she wasn’t a werewolf, they probably wouldn’t technically be completely tied. Odessa didn’t feel like trying to move just yet, but she was pretty sure he was locked in place inside her as securely as if she had been a werewolf. They weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Before too long, she felt Gabe begin to fall asleep. His weight dipped incrementally down on top of her and he exhaled roughly, so she brought her hands to the soft fur around his left ear and stroked it. He flicked it and twitched up to look at her, and she smiled at him. “If you’re going to go to sleep, we need to change places,” she murmured.

He grunted in agreement, nodded, and then rolled, pulling her with him so that she lay atop his body, still joined to him. She could feel the tug of the knot against her when he moved, the pressure of it deep inside her, and experimentally, she squeezed her core around him. The most blissful pleasure she’d ever experienced rolled through her, and at the same time Gabe jutted his chin up and let out a long, quiet howl.

“You want me not to do that?” she asked but she didn't get an answer from him. He just lay there on his back with his throat completely exposed and his nose pointed to the wall behind him. “Gabe?” she asked, and did it again.

He made another noncommittal huffing noise once the reflexive moan had died away, and she laughed. She leaned forwards and scratched his jaw and fluffy throat with her nails in slow, luxuriant rakes, and he made low, happy noises in his throat. It wasn’t quite a purr — more of a rasping exhale — but it was evident that he was deeply contented, and she loved the feeling of lying on top of him with his knot locking her in place. His arms closed around her middle and he held her tightly. His hands like this were huge, dwarfing her lower back where the rough pads pressed against her skin.

Odessa loved every second of it.

Perhaps a quarter of an hour or so later, his knot began to go down enough that his softening cock started to slip free of her, and she inhaled in surprise as she felt his release slide down her thighs. There was so much of it. “Oh…” she breathed. “That’s going to make a mess…”

“Mmph,” said Wolf-Gabe without opening his eyes.

“Don’t sound so darned pleased with yourself,” she laughed, touching the tip of his cold, wet nose with her fingertip. He half-sneezed in protest but otherwise didn’t move. “It’s going to ruin these sheets.”

He shrugged. That was clearly not a problem for Wolf-Gabe to worry about. That sounded like a Human-Gabe problem. She laughed at him and he finally cracked an eye open. Leaning towards her, he licked her nose once and flopped back down, clearly exhausted. She joined him, lying along his torso with her cheek resting on his collarbones, and she drifted into sleep along with him.

It hadn’t felt like it at the time, but the strain of taking his knot, and of being so thoroughly filled, had sapped her almost completely of energy, and when she woke a while later, she felt heavy and exhausted, and, she realised with a shiver, cold. Gabe’s fur would keep him more than warm in the room, but with her body exposed to the air, she had grown uncomfortably cold.

She sat up a little, and Gabe’s soft cock finally slipped all the way out of her, making him grunt and stir too.

“Any chance you’ll run me a bath?” she muttered, only half in jest and groaning as her insides protested the movement and her thighs trembled. She really did ache now, despite how good it had felt at the time, and she didn’t want to move any more muscles than it took just to talk. “I think I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in the last five years combined,” she added.

Wolf-Gabe rumbled something that sounded very pleased about that statement, and then after another couple of minutes, he rallied his strength and rolled over. He let the movement tip her gently into the middle of the bed. Instead of getting up right away though, he licked at her neck where his teeth had left a string of tiny bruises like dark, freshwater pearls across her collarbone and over her shoulder.

He looked apologetic, but she smiled and stroked his fluffy cheek. “I would have told you to let go if I’d wanted you to stop,” she said firmly and he nodded. He tipped his head into the touch, eyes closing briefly, and then he laved his hot tongue affectionately over her chest and breasts. Goosebumps followed in the wake of the warmth and she shivered without the strength to swat him away.

Gabe seemed to adore the softness of her stomach and thighs, and he almost got lost in the feel of her body in his huge, paw-like hands. He nosed her thighs apart and licked across her sensitive folds, but when she twitched and grunted at the over-stimulation, he drew back and tilted his head to one side to expose his throat in apology.

“It’s ok,” she smiled. “You didn't hurt me. I wanted you to knot me, and I’m glad you did.”

A long, beautiful groan left him at that, but he gave one more lick across her belly and then stood and walked away to the bathroom. She wondered if Wolf-Gabe would have difficulty processing what he’d need to do in order to get the bath going, but before too long the sound of water hitting the tub reached her ears, and after another few minutes, she felt steady enough to sit upright and swing her legs off the bed. God, she felt tired and she ached beautifully. The sheets beneath her were a complete mess though. She stood shakily just as Gabe nosed the bathroom door back open and padded out on all fours this time, and she ran her fingers over his thick coat as he passed. He licked the outside of her hip and she laughed affectionately before vanishing into the bathroom.

“Bath’s almost ready,” she said a little while later as she stepped out with a towel around her, more for warmth than modesty.

To her surprise, she found that Gabe had returned to his human form while she’d been in there, the sounds of a transformation masked by the running water, and he was now sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap.

“You want to share a bath with me?” she asked. When she didn’t get any reaction from him, she frowned and crossed back to him. “You ok?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

He shuddered and exhaled a huge sigh, chest heaving, and he leaned into her touch. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“You didn’t have to shift back for me you know,” she said, wondering what had sent him a little sideways.

“Wanted to,” he said, eyes closed and still leaning the weight of his head into her palm. His voice was hoarse and gruff, and he sounded exhausted.

Odessa took his rough, lovely hands in hers, her towel staying in place with a fortuitously folded corner down her cleavage, and drew him to his feet and then into the bathroom. The water was gloriously hot, and she let him get into the bath first, legs parted so that she could sit between them.

When she sank in and leaned back against his chest, he let out a long, relieved hum of pleasure, and snaked his arms around her middle. He caressed the side of her head with his cheek again, not so much scenting her, she suspected, as just simply enjoying her presence through constant touch.

“I love you,” he whispered into a kiss that he pressed against her hair. “I love you, Odessa. I’m yours.”

The contact anchored them both as they lay in each other’s arms in the hot water, and while his hands began to wander and worship her again, there was none of the charged spark that had driven him to lose control earlier.

He did get valiantly half-hard behind her, but when she nudged her backside against him and hummed a question, he just shook his head. Instead, she let her fingertips play idly along his quads and around his knees, enjoying the feel of his skin and the soft hair on his shins while he cupped her breasts adoringly and pressed his palms across her soft stomach and kissed her over and over.

Drowsy and heavy with contented pleasure, she let him buttress her body up, surrendering completely to his touch.

When his fingers found their way between her legs again, her knees fell open as much as they were able to in the confines of the bath. Despite the heat of the water, she was sore from where Wolf-Gabe had stretched her, but with the warmth and the tenderness of his touch on only her clit and the surrounding, swollen flesh, she found herself sighing into his embrace again. Pleasure overrode any lingering discomfort, and she found herself aching to give him another one.

“Yes?” he asked with reverent surprise as he stilled his index and middle fingers and began kissing the shell of her ear instead, moving slowly down her neck as far as he could reach, raking and biting with blunt teeth until she gasped.

“Yes,” she breathed, shivering and arching a little to get him to start moving his fingertips again. “Gabe, please…”

With slow, careful circles, he coiled her up again, and when she came it was almost without warning. With her head tipped back against his shoulder, moaning and sighing, and with his mouth on her neck and his fingertips pressed up against her clit on either side, it was so tender and overwhelming she began to cry.

He kissed the tears as they rolled down her cheeks and scented her again, all the while keeping his fingertips unmoving against her, holding her floating in that dreamy, in-between place for as long as she could bear it. Finally she slumped back into him and lay there, exhausted and on the verge of sleep again in the hot water of the bath.

It was only with a great effort of will on both their parts that they hauled themselves out of the tub, and after drying off, Gabe disappeared to fetch some clean bedding from the back of the wardrobe. In the end all they needed was a clean base sheet, since the duvet had been kicked off when he’d shifted, so with that done between them, she wriggled into some pyjamas and Gabe pulled the covers up around her as he climbed in beside her.

She lay facing him, and he curled up on his side too. Together their mirrored bodies almost made up the shape of a heart, though her half was smaller than his. Their knees touched, their foreheads touched, and their hands touched, but it wasn’t enough. She shuffled in close and burrowed against his chest while he rolled onto his back, one arm beneath her head and the other draped loosely across her waist. She slid her right thigh over his left and squeezed, and he kissed the crown of her head.

“Are you really alright?” he asked in a hoarse whisper, his left hand circling idly around her hip and backside. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching her.

“I’m more than alright, Gabe. If you don’t believe me and can’t smell it in my scent, I don’t know how else to convince you.”

He huffed a quick, shy laugh and kissed her forehead. “You smell happy,” he admitted. “And you smell like… mine,” he added, speaking into her hair. The words were so barely-audible that part of her wondered if he’d meant for her to hear them at all.

In the stretch of silence that followed, Odessa got the impression that there was something she was missing in all this; some extra depth to his worry that he wasn’t articulating, but she sighed, too exhausted to untangle it.

“You know,” she said drowsily, struggling to unpick exactly what she felt from the tangle of emotions in her chest. Silently, she blessed him for just lying there, with his thumb making small movements across her hip while he waited. “You make me feel like I’m… I’m the only thing in the whole world that matters to you.”

He swallowed audibly and kissed her forehead. “You are,” he said.

She squeezed him so tightly he actually wheezed and they both laughed. “Stop it,” she snorted, tapping his ribs with her fingertips. “How am I supposed to go home when you say things like that to me?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be here,” he said simply. “I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that simple knowledge tolling through them both like a midnight bell, they drifted off to sleep.

Odessa wasn’t sure where she ended and Gabe began as they lay with their legs intertwined and her torso draped across his, but she did know that she was exactly where she belonged.

Oh Gabe...

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how would your ocs react to someone they know telling them that someone will confess to their darling like THAT day?

a/n: ya'll come up with the most chaotic asks and i absolutely love it (chaotic as in they result in chaos for the yanderes LOL) thank you so much for the ask, i really appreciate such wonderful prompts

doesn't matter if they're confident you'll reject the confession or not LOL their anxiety won't allow them to just sit back and watch. they'll do whatever it takes to sabotage the other guy. they'll find out what the other guy's plans are and make it so that it absolutely goes to shit. then, while the guy is down and his confession is in tatters, they'll take you away and put the last nail in the coffin by convincing you that guy's a piece of shit anyway.

yeong-bae, eun-jeong

they're very close to you (perhaps in more ways than one if they've placed cameras in your house) so they know you better than anyone else and they know that you won't accept the confession. still, it's entertaining for the guy to try. will the yandere let the guy confess? yes. and, when you inevitably reject them, yandere will swoop in and carry you away. to add insult to injury, they might even shit talk that guy so you'll never want to approach him ever again.

liam, gawain, soren

if they're not confident you'll reject that guy, they won't sweat it. after all, they can just find the guy and beat him up as much as possible. why? well, that's obvious. and, of course, now that the guy's scared shitless of yandere, they'll also end up threatening them. if they come anywhere near you ever again, yandere will make sure that they never breathe ever again, capiche?

fujio, ryuu, mel, ryouta, emm

they've already seen this coming. after all, they were there when you met that nobody and they saw how that nobody looked at you. i mean, have you seen yourself? of course they fell in love! but, seeing as yandere saw this coming from a mile away, they'd already prepared ever since they noticed. they'd have basically poisoned you against the guy and nothing the guy could say to you would change your mind. crisis averted

casimir, leonard, ayaka

well, nobody can confess to someone who's spoken for, right? so yandere came up with the brilliant plan of just asking you out first. they'll race out to where you are as soon as they hear about you possibly receiving a confession. then, they'll confess to you themselves. if you accept, that just means you're theirs now forever and you can't accept that trash can's confession. if you say no? well, there's always a plan b. though you might not like what it involves

gavin

doesn't do anything because they literally can't do anything. just the thought of somebody confessing to you makes them freeze in their place. what'll most likely end up happening is they'll make themselves too anxious to do anything and the confession will just happen before they can make any sort of plan. if you accepted the confession, they'll whisk you away so that guy can't steal you. if you didn't accept it, yandere will rejoice!

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The Colder the Night, The Warmer your Hands - Chapter Four

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Summary: Everything changed with a buzz of your intercom, a lawyer and a dead relative.

Paring: Male werewolf x human

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The claws digging into your skin burned and you could feel yourself being lifted, spun around and slammed back into the gravel. Everything ached, your head felt woozy and you struggled to focus - the creature was hissing and spitting in your face. You could hear it sniffing and you saw its head moving around you, it hissed again.

“Where is it? I can smell it on you,” its voice was low and sounded like sandpaper, “You think that dog can keep you safe? Where is it then?”

“Wha-” it doesn’t let you finish, lifting your torso up and slamming you into the ground for a second time. Pain blossoms from the back of your head, and you moan, vision blurring and going dark.

You’re not sure how long you’re out for but you come to when the weight on top of you suddenly lifts. You try to look around and see the creature across the driveway, picking itself back up, you blink hard and lay your head down again - only, now you notice that there’s something standing over you. You can feel your heart start to race again but you don’t have the energy to do anything besides whimper. The newcomer was large, extremely large, and besides the gauge outline of its shapes, you couldn’t make much more out. You could hear noises, growling and snapping and hissing but it seemed all so far away, you watched the stars twinkle as you slowly loose consciousness.

Awareness creeps up on you slower than the pain does, your head is pounding and your body aches and burns, you whimper quietly. A soft, warm hand gently touches your forehead and a voice hums, quietly shushing you. You crack your eyes open, wincing at the pain behind your eyes.

“Donna?” You mumble, confused and scared, you could tell you were in your bed but how you got there was a mystery. She gently smiles at you, watery and tearful.

“Try not to move too much - I’m just finishing up”

“What? What happened?”

She sighed, looking down at her hands and wringing them together.

“I- I don’t think I’m the best person to tell you,” She starts, her voice meek, “But you deserve to know - you should have known all along - but we didn’t think you’d be in danger. Alex patrols our boarders every day and we thought you would be safe. I’m so sorry, I really am.”

You struggle to make sense of what she’s telling you, a whole lot of nothing and everything. You were starting to feel frustrated, the pain in your head and body worsening.

“Donna please, just-”

“The thing that attacked you, it wasn’t human. Well, not exactly human. Alex, he protects us from these things - and other things like it. Alex isn’t entirely human too and pretty much everyone in the town knows about it. We chose not to tell you because we didn’t know what you would do, we didn’t know if we could trust you and we thought you’d be safe enough.”

You let her words wash over you. They didn’t trust you, Donna didn’t trust you - the person you were close friends with, didn’t trust you. Alex didn’t tr- you felt your throat close up and a sharp pang in your chest. You closed your eyes, refusing to let tears fall.

“I’d like to be alone” you croak out, your voice betraying you.

“Honey, we never meant to hurt you, you have to unders-”

“Please” You interrupt her, not wanting to listen anymore. Your heart hurt, your head hurt, you back and chest hurt and you just wanted to be alone. You keep your eyes closed as you hear her move, shuffling around and closing the door behind you. You feel wetness trickle down your cheeks and you can’t help but feel hurt about the fact that two people who had become so important to you had been keeping something that impacted your safety from you. You didn’t want to believe Donna, but logic ran out when you couldn't make sense of the creatures you saw.

You were exhausted and you wanted to sleep, but the pain was awful and you could settle enough to sleep so you lay in bed and think, and breathe. You’re not sure how long passes, it could have been hours or minutes, but eventually there’s a knock on your bedroom door - it slowly creaks open and Alex folds in on himself to fit through the doorway. You don’t look at him, pain and hurt still fresh - more so with him than Donna, you thought that maybe he wanted you the way you wanted him but now? Now you don’t know.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him kneel beside your bed. He looks like he’s trying to make himself smaller, hunching in on himself. He reaches for your hand and you flinch away, remembering the creature that nearly killed you, he froze and immediately dropped his hand back to his side.

“I’m- This- I wanted-” He stops and starts, not able to decide on what he wants to say. He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I wanted to avoid this and I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark. I put you in danger and-”

You can feel the tears welling again, and you let out a shaky breath. All you really wanted to do was have him crawl into bed with you and sooth your pain away, but you were scared. The creature wanted to hurt you because it could smell him around your home - what if being close to Alex meant putting yourself in danger? What if it happens again and he doesn’t get there in time? What if it’s Alex who hurts you?

“That’s the look I wanted to avoid” He murmurs softly, he leans back, further away from you without actually leaving. You had so many different conflicting emotions and you just, needed to be alone, to close your eyes and sleep and not think.

“I’d like to be alone” You say again, your voice cracks and throat closes up. You close your eyes and turn your face away, your head was pounding now and you couldn’t deal with this - not right now. There’s stillness for a for moments while you focus on your breathing, you don’t hear him stand and you don’t hear him leave but eventually you’re drifting into sleep.

You don’t remember what your dreamed about, only that it left you feeling scared and alone. It takes you some time but you manage to pull yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom. You gaze at yourself in the mirror for a moment, Donna had patched you up pretty well and cleaned you as best she could, your face was covered in scratches and grazes but nothing too serious. Your arms and back, however, were a different matter entirely, both your back and upper arms were covered in dressings, peeling one back from your arm you wince as you see deep puncture wounds marking your skin. You twist and try to check your back but the movement tugs at the deep wounds as well as the dressings. You weren’t bleeding and with the butterfly bandages holding your skin together - you hoped that you wouldn’t scar too badly. You sigh, gently pressing the covering back over the wound, and leave the bathroom.

You decide on having some food and sitting outside for a little while, moving to the small kitchen, opening the fridge, you notice that there’s been food prepared and left for you. A couple of sandwiches on a plate, some basil pesto pasta in a container, a fresh salad, some more bits and pieces you didn’t have the energy to look at - you take the sandwiches out, placing them on the bench while you sort out a warm drink.

You end up staying in your garden for the rest of the day, even nodding off at one point. The light begins to fade and you try to work up yourself to go inside, not comfortable with the idea of being out while it’s dark just yet, when you spot the large wolf like beast just beyond the tree-line. Your heart starts to race and you could feel yourself starting to panic - you don’t let it out of your sight and you watch and it lowers its head to the ground, tail tucked low. It doesn’t move beyond that and you slowly start to feel yourself relax, is this Alex? You slowly stand, keeping your gaze locked on the large beast and back yourself into your home. You let out a whimpery breath as the door closes and you hear a loud, desperate howl echo through the trees that tears at your heart.

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