#werewolf fic

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

A Danish Werewolf in The City

Sihtric's Lore.

Note: additional lore to my werewolf!Sihtric fic. 

Warnings: 18+! horror/gore/murder described.

Pairing: none, just Sihtric.

Wordcount: 1,7k

Masterlist

Sihtric's eyes darted over the cut out pieces of newspapers, after he had taken the old shoebox they were kept in out of his last moving box. The lid had come off during the travel to his current location; his brand new house in a brand new city. He had recently bought the place as he had obtained a new job as a vet, another attempt to start all over again after his turbulent life. Sihtric had moved towns often in his lifetime, in order to keep his werewolf identity hidden, but now that he was a fully grown man and had his werewolf urges under control, he hoped he could finally settle down and stay in one place. It was the first day of his new life, but he would never be able to run away from his past completely, and he couldn't ignore the headlines that stared up at him.

He had kept all the news articles about his gruesome doings over the years, tucked away in the shoebox and always kept hidden far under his bed, wherever he resided at. The cut outs weren't trophies to him, like how some serial killers kept items of their victims as a fond memory of their deeds, in fact, these articles were the complete opposite to him.

Sihtric wasn't proud of his murders, and had kept the printed memories as a reminder that he never wanted to become like the beast from his past again. He never wanted to attack or murder again, with the exception of slaughtering wild animals which he simply needed to feed on in order to survive and still his hunger for blood. But never again would he want another innocent human-like being to be at the receiving end of his werewolf claws. He never wanted to kill again for no reason, nor if the reason was purely being revenge. But most of all, he simply never wanted to turn into his father, who had abandoned him from his pack and tribe.

Sihtric sat down on his bed and looked at the pages he had kept. Vivid memories came back to him as he could never forget awful murders he had committed and the horrendous attempts he had made to break the werewolf curse passed onto him. But nothing ever worked and he remained cursed until this very day. He had to live with the weight of his dark and bloody past on his shoulders for as long as his heart would continue to beat. Yet that weight was barely a punishment in Sihtric's eyes, for if anything, he felt his punishment should be death.

But death would be mercy, a mercy he did not deserve.

Sihtric was barely 18 when his first shift happened during a full Moon. And it had happened in the small room he rented just on the outskirts of town, for the city centre was a place he could not afford to live in. Nor did he want to, as he tried to keep a low profile and did not need much space either. 

The small room, which belonged to a lovely old and retired couple, was located on the second floor of the house. His room held a single bed, an old tv and a clothing cabinet, all of which were used by many strangers before him as they came with the room. He also had a sink with stains on it that wouldn't come off, and a half broken mirror hung above it. There was a tiny improvised kitchen in the corner of his room, underneath the only window he had which couldn't open fully because a cupboard blocked it. The kitchen came with an old microwave too, which he used to warm up quick meals with every day, and the device was clearly a fire hazard.

His room was old and musty, with a worn out wooden floor while black mold decorated parts of the ceiling and walls. Sihtric had covered up the black patches on the wall with some posters, which he had secretly ripped out of a few car magazines in the shop down the street. The bathroom next to his room was shared with the old couple, who lived downstairs, and he occasionally passed them as he went up to his room. The couple liked Sihtric because he was quiet. They could tell he was troubled but, as he never really opened up to them, they let him be and never complained as long as he paid his rent in time. Sihtric was still young and struggled to afford living with the money he had, which he earned by delivering newspapers in the very early morning, before the town would wake.

Several full Moons before his first shift he began to notice a change inside of him. He always knew he had werewolf blood inside of him, as his father, Kjartan, was cursed to be a werewolf. Technically Sihtric belonged to the tribe of his father, but he was abandoned as a young boy, for his mother had been human and died while giving birth to him, and his mother was not married to his father. Kjartan was married to a werewolf lady but had committed adultery, with Sihtric as result and being a permanent reminder. A permanent reminder he wanted to forget, and so Sihtric was neglected and forced to leave the pack he never really seemed to belong to. And looking back, Sihtric was glad he got away from his father, for his father was a brutal killer, a foul beast, and he was nicknamed Kjartan the Cruel for his many cruel deeds to the innocent, both human and other creatures.

After Sihtric's painful first transformation, he felt incredibly powerful. He was in luck, for the old couple was away for the weekend during the full Moon, so they never heard the bone chilling sounds that came from his room as he snapped out of his skin. Sihtric was confused once transformed, but also hungry. So very hungry. And he had jumped out of his window, shattering the glass as he went through it before landing on all fours on the well kept lawn, and he then leaped around the neighbourhood, finding his way to the city centre as the scent of fresh human meat lured him…

Sihtric's first kill was an awkward one, for he had no idea yet of how to control the beast he had turned into. He had sniffed out a meal, a student he found out a week later after the body was discovered, and he had stalked his prey while disguised as a black wolf. He followed the young man as he left the city and went into the quiet streets. It was dark and chilly outside, and Sihtric learned that night that winter time was an awful time for werewolves. 

Before the student could reach his front door, Sihtric had shifted into his gruesome werewolf form and, standing back on his large and hairy hind legs, he snatched the neck of the student's coat and hauled him into the darkened woods nearby. The terrified young man was silenced by his own fear upon seeing the hideous werewolf, while being dragged down to the thick trees and bushes, and what was supposed to be a fast kill ended up being a torturously slow one. The werewolf clawed at his thick coat, and its inner white fluffy filling was pierced by the monster's claws. Sihtric struggled to scratch the man's throat, for a thick scarf was wrapped around the neck and his claws were dull, as the coat's filling had gotten stuck to the sharp edges of his nails. Sihtric then lunged at his victim with his two hands, scratching the poor man's face all over until the body eventually laid lifeless underneath him after a cruel struggle.

Sihtric then tore off the scarf and ripped open the dead man's throat, blood spraying all over his dark fur as he tried to drink it as fast as he could. Sihtric groaned darkly as the blood began to spray less and less, and he used his large tongue to lick the remaining blood off the torn open neck. And then, still hungry, he attempted to tear off the thick winter coat, but it seemed impenetrable for the inexperienced werewolf. Sihtric fought with the zipper in the hopes of simply unzipping the coat, but his claws were too long to get a good hold of it and he lost his patience. He snarled and growled loudly, then delved his teeth in the coat and shook the lifeless body like a ragdoll until all upper clothing was completely torn. And then, on that dark and cold night, under the silver glow of the full Moon, the werewolf helped himself to the insides of his prey. And when his hunger was stilled and his dark fur smudged with blood and guts, he howled loudly at the Moon.

Sihtric had no idea how he had returned home after his feast, nor had any recollection of the fact he had apparently licked himself clean while in wolf form. All he remembered was that the old couple woke him up the next morning as he was asleep in their backyard. They were baffled at the fact Sihtric hadn't died of hypothermia, as they thought he had gone to a bar and returned drunk, having lost his keys and somehow all his clothes too on the way back, before he had fallen asleep on the lawn. Sihtric was embarrassed when he discovered he was without clothes, and he had a raging headache while the old lady was quick to wrap him in a warm blanket made of sheep wool, before preparing him some warm soup.

When the old man asked about the broken window, Sihtric slowly began to remember the night before and simply lied, saying he had no clue and that it must have happened when he wasn't home. His story made no sense at all to the couple, but then all of this could've happened to any young man who got drunk on Saturday night. 

Except they would never know that Sihtric had gotten drunk on human blood instead of alcohol. And they would never know he was the cause for the missing student, who was found dead in the woods a week later, an horrific event that shocked the entire city.

And for Sihtric… this was only the start of a very bloody, confusing and violent future.

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[peachdues]

IN THE NETHERWOOD

2.5 NSFW ONESHOT ♤ KINKTOBER 2023

RED RIDING HOOD!READER X WEREWOLF!SANEMI

This is an absolutely filthy nasty smut scene that I have decided to cut from Part III of In the Netherwood. Part III is going to be long, so this is ultimately for the best, but I shan’t deprive you heathens of your monsterfucking tendencies.

Part III is still in the works but will feature Red Riding Hood!Reader fucking Sanemi in his full Wolf form.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • knotting/mating • breeding • milking • Reader begs Sanemi to knock her up • possessive Sanemi • heat/discussions of heat

“Genya, fuck off,” Sanemi snarled, his arm tightening possessively around your waist.

You whipped your head toward the Huntsman, ready to give him the good verbal lashing he apparently needed, but the young boy smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, Aniki,” Genya rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot.” 

“Don’t apologize,” you chastised the boy, gently. “It isn’t your fault your brother has lost all sense of decorum.” 

Genya flushed. “N-no, it’s not,” he stammered in agreement. “B-but you see — well, when a wolf takes a mate…”

The younger boy’s blush deepened to a near purple, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s as he struggled to find the appropriate words.

Growling slightly under his breath, though more so in annoyance, Sanemi shifted himself behind you, pressing his hips against your backside. You felt his length, hard and throbbing against his breeches, as it dug sharply into your backside. 

Your mate’s silent explanation made your cheeks warm, and you wondered whether your blush matched Genya’s.  “Oh.” you managed to choke. 

Genya rocked awkwardly back on his feet. “I’ll come by later, Aniki,” he croaked. “Y/N,” he added, nodding at you though still unable to meet your eyes. 

The boy turned sharply on his heel, half-stumbling out of the small cottage in his haste to get away, proverbial tail tucked between his legs. 

The door had barely banged shut before Sanemi had you pressed up against the wall, hauling you up so that your legs had to wrap around his waist. 

“I shall explain in full later,” he promised, fingers ripping the cord out of your corset so he could yank it down along with your blouse, exposing your breasts. “But right now I need to claim.” 

“S-sure,” you stuttered, gasping as the Huntsman’s hot mouth closed around one of your mounds, his hands working to shove your skirts out of the way. One arm remained under your backside, keeping you propped up against the wall, as the other moved to shove his breeches just far enough down his hips to free his cock, already standing taut and ready to fill you. 

Sanemi did not warn you before plunging his rigid length deep into your walls, though you were surprised at how readily you took him, your cunt sucking him right in as though it too, had been waiting for him to remind you exactly whose mark you bore on your skin.

The Wolf nudged your head to the side with his nose so he could bury his face into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. With a low growl, his tongue flicked out and caressed the crescent-shaped mating mark at the juncture between your neck and shoulder before he nipped lightly at your skin. 

“Mine,” he snarled. “You’re mine.” 

Despite being pinned against the wall by his hips, you managed to spread your thighs wider, opening yourself up further to allow Sanemi to pound into you without restraint, but he pulled away. 

You cried out at the sudden, cold emptiness you felt as Sanemi pulled out of you, leaving your core wildly clenching around nothing. The Huntsman soothed you with hot kisses against your throat, his thumbs rubbing circles into your outer thighs as he pivoted you away from the wall. 

Sanemi crossed the small room easily, making quick work in removing you of your skirts and corset. Once the last of your attire had been discarded upon the floor, he tossed you onto the delightfully plush bed standing against the middle of the wall, his gaze locked on the way your breasts bounced as you settled. 

Eyes lifting back to meet yours, he wrapped one hand around the base of his engorged length and pumped, the other shoving the waistband of his breeches down his hips and legs until he could kick them off. 

“On your knees.”

With excitement fluttering in your stomach, you complied, rolling to your front and balancing your weight on your spread knees, holding your rear high up in the air.

You looked over your shoulder back at your mate, eyes too wide and too innocent as you wiggled your hips at him in invitation. 

Despite having only been intimate with him for a few days, you already had a good read on what made the Wolf tick. 

And the best way was this — to beg for more while offering yourself up in total submission.

He may have been the Wolf, but you held his leash; and you knew exactly how to pull it to get what you wanted. Right then, you wanted him to fuck and fill you until your brain went numb, and your lower belly bloated with him — just like it had in the cave den. 

“Beautiful,” Sanemi crouched behind you, breathing in the scent of your musk. You moaned loudly as the Wolf’s tongue flattened against your leaking folds and dragged up, gathering your pleasure into his mouth.

His hands ran down the backs of your thighs, nails dragging lightly along your skin. “As much as I love when you hold yourself up high for me, I think I want try something new.” He purred, running his hot mouth up your spine. “Do you think you can handle that, Lamb?” 

You ground your hips against the feathery bed, nodding furiously. “Yes, Wolf. I can take whatever it is you give me.” 

“Sweet little thing,” Sanemi praised, his hands easing you flat against his — your — bed. “You’re such a good Lamb, always eager to take care of her Wolf.”

“Her mate,” you corrected, moaning into the blanket. 

Sanemi’s hands smoothed up the inside of your thighs as he pushed your legs wider apart, guiding them into a wide “v” spread across the bed.

 “My apologies, Lamb,” his fingers wound in your hair and pulled your head back, the Huntsman leaning over top you to graze his lips against yours, your neck straining and your throat utterly exposed. “You take such good care of your mate.” 

Sanemi released the hold he had on your hair, allowing your head to fall forward against the blankets. 

You felt him press his engorged tip flush against your entrance, the two of you hissing at the friction sparked as his member met your waiting, sensitive flesh. He nudged forward slightly, just past that first ring of tight muscle before stilling so he could get himself into position. 

Your legs were spread wide, but Sanemi stretched his even further, placing one knee on either side of yours where they laid flat against the bed. One muscled arm wound around your front, resting across your collarbone until his hand could grip your shoulder and the other went to wrap around your middle, his fingers digging slightly into the sensitive skin of your waist.

His torso was pressed flush against your back, every hard groove of his muscles pressing into each sensitive spot along your spine. With his teeth against your ear, Sanemi then allowed his body to relax, his weight pushing his cock in and in until the base of his groin was flat against the soft curve of your backside. 

“It is my duty as your Mate to make sure  I fill you up with pups,” his breath was hot against your ear and it made you shiver, the tremors cascading down your body going right to where you were joined, making the Wolf at your back rumble. 

“And that is a duty I take very seriously, little Lamb.”

“This position,” he grunted, rolling harder into you for emphasis. “Is said to ensure my seed takes in your womb.”

You moaned as Sanemi began to roll steadily into you, his cock so heavy and thick, you thought you could feel him in your chest. “Without your knot?” 

Sanemi laughed quietly, the darkness of the sound making you even wetter between your legs. “I don’t need my knot to fuck you full of my pups, Lamb.” He gave deep push of his hips, his cock prodding the spot inside you that made your toes curl and your mind blank. “I can fulfill that duty any time I want.”

Sanemi groaned, loudly. “But feel.”

He rolled his cock even harder and faster into you, and between the sticky taps of his heavy, full balls against your clit, you could feel the tell-tale shape of that hardened gland beginning to swell at Sanemi’s base. 

You gasped. “B-but — oh — I thought!” You choked off with another breathy sigh as the force of Sanemi’s movements made your body buck hard into the bed, the slightly stiff fabric of the quilts chafing against your peaked nipples and giving you much needed stimulation. 

Sanemi’s breath was ragged, little snarls and growls tearing from his throat in time with his deep thrusts. “Apparently my heat is not over,” he said thickly, arms tightening around you. “Not until I’ve bred you full.”

Your eyes rolled back at the term “bred.” Once upon a time, you would have balked at the idea of being treated as little more than breeding stock; you would have rebelled against it, fought it tooth and nail, even if it meant spending your life alone.

But the Wolf promising to fuck his own litter into you was different; he was your mate. You’d claimed him as much as he’d claimed you. 

And you loved him. 

And with that truth echoing in your mind, you lifted your face from where you’d buried it into the blankets. 

“Do it, Wolf — breed me!” You cried, hand flying behind you to tangle in his hair, desperate to find purchase in anything that could tether you to reality the faster your mate brought you closer to heaven. “Give me your children — your pups!“ 

A cross between a growl and a groan tore free from Sanemi’s throat, his arms almost painfully tight around you as his hips rolled faster and harder against you, his balls slapping lewdly against your soaked cunt. 

Your thighs burned as Sanemi’s weight spread them even further apart as he bore down hard against your back. The fat of your ass jiggled with every lurid, deep roll of his hips, his pace increasing as his climax drew closer. 

You thought back to the night you’d spent in the cave den; how it felt to feel him unload rope after rope of his hot, thick seed deep into your womb, so much so that it couldn’t help but drip down your thighs.

You needed it; more than anything, you needed to feel his claim over you, hot and sweet and him. 

“Sanemi, please!” You thought you might die if he didn’t fill you up, if he didn’t push that aching knot inside you to lock his hot, rich seed deep within your womb. 

You felt his teeth sink into the side of your neck, his responding growl deep and vicious. 

Your cunt seized around him with a force that made you scream as you approached the precipice of your release. “My love — please!” 

Sanemi’s eyes flew open as the words my love left your mouth, and with a snarl, he pressed you deeper against the mattress, fucking into you so hard, your breath choked out in broken, strangled gasps.

Two sharp, bruising thrusts later and the Huntsman erupted. 

With a roar, Sanemi shoved his cock as deep as it could go, the hardened member pulsing as you felt the first rush of his pleasure begin to fill you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your walls clenched down, keeping him still as your own climax slammed into you with dizzying force. Some choked, broken sound stuttered its way out of your throat, the corners of your mouth turning up in pleasured delirium, satisfied to finally be given what you’d so desperately begged for. 

Still lost in the rolling waves of your euphoria, you felt the hard lump of Sanemi’s knot push against your entrance. Your cunt resisted at first, too busy gripping Sanemi’s twitching length like a vice, but he persisted. With a grunt, Sanemi nudged the knot in and sighed as your walls finally gave way, allowing him to lock his cock — and the seed still spilling from him — deep inside you. 

Your hand blindly felt behind you for him, patting its way to his hip. Weakly, you pulled him harder against you, as though every ounce of his weight was not already seared into your skin as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. 

It still wasn’t close enough; you didn’t think it ever would be. 

The heavy, ragged sounds of your mutual breathing was interrupted only by the occasional soft moan from the wolf behind you as his seed continued to fill you. Eventually, your thighs began to tremble from the strain of having been spread wide, but the way Sanemi was positioned over you, knees on either side of yours, his shins pressed against the back of your calves, kept you from being able to close them. 

You whimpered into the bed, legs vibrating from the strain. 

“I know, sweetling,” Sanemi said roughly. “Just hold on a little longer.” 

A low whine escaped from your throat. “Sanemi — I can’t-“

The Wolf rolled his hips against your backside and you squealed at the slight burn of his knot tugging against your walls.

“Yes you can, Lamb,” his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder to pepper the side of your neck with wet kisses. “You can take it. You’re my mate — my girl.” 

His praise sent a flurry of butterflies rippling through your stomach and made the walls of your spent cunt flutter and clench around his aching length once more.

“Fuck,” Sanemi groaned against your skin, dragging his tongue over the back of your neck before nipping at you. “Fuck, don’t do that Lamb — not unless you want me to keep going.”

Your hips involuntarily twitched as your muscles tightened around him once more. “I can’t — ngh — help it,” you couldn’t stop the whine in your tone, but nor could you be embarrassed by it. “F-feels too good.”

Your muscles continued to spasm around the Wolf’s pulsating length, and the coil in your gut built fast.

“Y/N—“ came Sanemi’s warning growl, but it was too late.

“I-I’m!” It was all you could choke out at your cunt seized around him like a vice. Your scream of pleasure was muffled by the blanket you sucked into your mouth to quiet yourself. Your third climax of the night rocked through you with earth-shattering strength, and a gush of fluid surged forth from between your legs, soaking your groin and the bed below you. 

Behind you, Sanemi whimpered, the sound strangled and uncharacteristically high. Whether it was intentional or purely reflexive, Sanemi began canting his hips against your rear, his dwindling knot still causing your muscles to stretch and pull. 

Your muscles continued to clench and flutter around Sanemi’s length, causing you to reach yet another climax before you were hissing at the over-sensitivity between your legs. After a long while, the knot locking Sanemi within your molten heat finally eased, and the Huntsman withdrew, exhaling through clenched teeth.

The weight at your back disappeared, and you fell into the mattress, your limbs unable to hold you upright any longer. 

For a moment, there was no sound but your mutual ragged panting, as both of you sought to catch your breath. Before long, a warm, calloused hand gripped your hip and gingerly flipped you over. 

“You,” Sanemi accused shakily, though any threat in his tone was undercut by the softness of his expression. “You are an utter menace, Lamb.”

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[angelltheninth]

Senses Working Overtime

Pairing: Male!Werewolf (Alrik) x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, meet scary, size difference, possessiveness, scenting, growling, hunting, jealousy, grinding

Word count: 1.3k

Ao3

A/N: Back again with new werewolf content!

You ran through the woods, as fast as your legs are able to carry you, sure you were being chased, hunted by someone, or maybe something. Something fast and big and wild if those growls were anything to go by. You weren’t sure what was happening, one moment you were on your way to the hut you rented for your vacation, having a great time and the next you were startled by growls coming from seemingly every direction around you. A tree, if you could get on top of one surely you would be safe.

Whatever was chasing you seemed amused by it, almost as if playing with you, slowing down when you did and then speeding up as soon as you yourself started to. It was diabolical.

You hid behind a tree, waiting, listening, hoping that whatever it is passes you by. What you heard next made your heart drop. Two feet, the sounds of two feet. It... it wasn’t an animal chasing you, it was a human. But how could that be? A human doesn’t growl like that, a human...

“Hiding? And we were having such a good chase.” The voice sounded deep and masculine, a playful edge to it as you heard the person sniff the air, “Why run? I’m trying to-” You ran again when he approached the tree, “Hey! Hold up! Stop!”

He called after you but you kept running and running until you slipped up on the rocks of the clearing.

The man came into view, his eyes shining gold under the moonlight, his tanktop tight on his slightly tan skin, his jeans ripped and.. no shoes whatsoever. “Caught you.” He smiled, showing off his sharp fangs. “You can’t fool a werewolf’s nose miss.” As he approached you noticed he had something in his hand, your jacket, the one you were wearing at the bar. That must be how he followed you.

“W-What do you want? I can kick your as you know!” You yelled as you clenched your fists into the grovel.

“Mine?” He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, his brown fur taking over his body, gaining even more height as he shifted. “You sure gave me a good run. I just want,” He walked closer and closer, you had no where to go. But you will not go down without a fight. “to return this.” He offered you your jacket, careful not to tear it with his claws.

“Huh?!” You look at him like he grew a second head, as if that would be weird, then at your jacket, “That’s why you chased me?!” You grabbed the jacket and threw it over your cold shoulders, “You could have just been a normal guy and gave it back to me.”

His large shoulders slumped back, fluffy ears pinning down at being scolded, his tail slacking behind him, “I tried. But you ran off, my... instincts took over, I like... a good chase and you...” A shiver ran down your spine as his wet snout pressed against your neck, “You smell so good. Even after all that smoke from the bar I can still smell your natural scent.”

You took a couple of steps back, keeping a close eye on him, his fangs, his now relaxed body and wrapped your arms around yourself. He didn’t look as scary anymore but he did still scare you half to death. You were not letting this go so easily.

“You should really learn a thing or two about personal space.” When you walked past him he whined like a wounded dog, following next to you, twiddling his thumbs, looking a bit cute but keeping a good distance. If he could smell you he must have known he made you uncomfortable with being so close.

“Um... I’m Alrik by the way. And I promise I’m not actually dangerous. I know I look like the big bad wolf, and I know I scared you but can I walk you part way home? I won’t follow I promise, there are laws in my pack and I’m not in a rut right now so you have nothing to worry about safety wise.” So if he was in a rut... no, nope, there was no way you were thinking about this werewolf you just met in such a way.

He chased you through the damn woods for gods sake!

“Look, right now I just want to get back to the hu-” As your luck would have it you weren’t looking where you were going, wrongly distracted by Alrik’s muscles.

“Careful!” He tried to catch you but as his arm wrapped around your hip, really around your entire stomach you fell on all fours, Alrik looming over you, nose right at the side of your neck, “Um... sorry...” His voice rumbled in your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. “You smell even sweeter now. I need to... tell you something else. I was at the bar too. I watched you dance with the human males and I...” The snarl pierced you right down to between your legs, “I wanted you to dance with me but I didn’t know how to ask you. So when you forgot your jacket I thought I could talk to you and maybe ask you out. Yet all I did was scare you. And now...” He pressed closer, his soft fur and hard muscles against your back, eyes closing as his other hand finding yours on the ground.

On instinct you rolled your hips back, feeling him against you.

Alrik jumped back suddenly, eyes wide and jaw wide open, eyes wide and startled, “Oh fuck! I... I’m so sorry! I don’t even know you!”

Your body relaxed now that it was free but you also found yourself missing the warmth of him. Oh great, now you were the weird one. “It’s okay, I just tripped.”

“No, I scented you. I’m not supposed to do that. We only scent our mates, or at the very least potential mates. Your scent seemed to call to me so I responded without thinking. Not that it’s an excuse!” He looked genuinely apologetic, his fur standing on ends, ears pressed against his skull in shame.

You sighed, crossing your arms, thankful for the cool night air which hid the blush on your cheeks, “You’re fine. I’m not angry about that. The other things? Scaring me? Yes, but not for you trying to keep me from falling.”

Alrik’s tail wags from side to side a few times, his grin looking both cute and scary, an interesting combo to be sure. He relaxed and took a step closer, “So, can I make you forgive me fully.”

You hated the way your eyes dropped to the not so subtle bulge in his pants for a split second, “You can buy me lunch tomorrow. I’ve only been in town for a few days and I don’t know where the good places are yet.”

“Oh! So you are knew! I knew it, I would have remembered a cute face like yours.” His werewolf form shifted back, his human smile equally as charming as he ran his hand through his shortly chopped brown hair, “There’s a great place in the center of town, my friend works there and I’m sure I can get us a good table.”

He kept his distance to the side of you as you started walking in the direction of your rented hut. He didn’t follow you all the way back just as he said and boy was the goodbye handshake awkward as hell.

But it wasn’t as awkward or frustrating as the realization that you were on the bed and hadn’t packed any toys. You would have to make due with your fingers, knowing full well that they paled in comparison to Alrik’s real size.

#werewolf x reader #werewolf x human #werewolf x female reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster love #monster fluff #monster x fem!reader #terato #monster imagine #monster fic #monster fanfic #werewolf imagine #werewolf fic #werewolf fanfiction #monster boyfriend #monster romance

[marimosalad]

Wolf!Astarion to accompany your fantasies 🐺🩸

#wolf!Astarion #Wolfstarion #werewolf #werewolf fic #werewolf smut #Astarion #astarion smut #bg3 astarion #my art #marimosalad #werewolf art

[aethon-recs]

Hi! First I wanted to say: Thank you for all your hard work these these fic recommendations <3 There has been many I did not know of till you have shared them! So thank you so much!

Okay for the ask: Do you have any recommendations for creature fics for the tomarrymort boys? It can feature either or both of them being non-human. Thank you again for all your hard work, and I love seeing you on my dash!

Hi anon — thanks for your kind words. I’m really glad to hear there were a lot of fics rec'ed that you haven’t come across yet, that totally made my week!

In terms of creature fic recs, there’s quite a good number of them, so I will separate by category and will try to keep the descriptions short. Enjoy!

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Tomarrymort Recs – Creature Fics 

🐍 Naga / Snake

A Rather Useless Inheritance by Blood_Stained_Fingers (T, 28k, complete)

Harry comes into his Parseltongue inheritance. It’s rather less useful than he expected.

Renanthera by @zarasu (E, 6k, complete)

To brew a potion that could give someone the ability to talk to snakes, Harry would first need to find a bit of Basilisk blood. He stumbles on a powerful Naga instead.

Venom by @katsitting (M, 9k, complete)

Naga Voldemort lures Harry into her trap and has her way with him.

Venomous by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 4k, complete)

Sirius Black should know better than to set a Naga loose in a room full of people. Harry is the only one who happens to survive the Naga’s murder spree.

Viceroy by @vestiges-of-light (E, 7k, complete)

Harry will marry Voldemort to end the war. Harry also takes a potion that turns him into a Naga every night. This is hardly a problem for Voldemort.

worship at your altar by anon (E, 3k, complete)

Harry finds himself drawn to an old altar in the woods dedicated to the ancient Naga god Voldemort.

🩸 Vampire 

Blood in the wine by @girl-with-goats (E, 31k, complete)

Tom Riddle achieves immortality by the means of vampirism. Enter young copper Harry Potter, fresh recruit from Scotland Yard, sent to investigate the mysterious disappearances of all the young men who uncannily look like him.

chiaroscuro by @cindle-writes (E, 7k, complete)

Immortal children are illegal. Harry makes one anyway.

effervescent by @duplicitywrites (M, 5k, WIP)

Sometimes a relationship is you (ie, Voldemort), the vampire brat you made (Tom), and his human blood bag boyfriend (Harry).

Family Dynamics by RenderedReversed (T, 1k, complete)

In which Harry is a dragon for hire, Voldemort is a vampire who is probably plotting world domination, Tom is a vampire hunter with a one-track mind, and they all live under the same roof.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @orangemoustache (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Hinnom by rightonthelimit (E, 7k, complete)

Harry is a member of an ancient vampire Pureblood family. To be even seen with a Spawn is punished with death. But he can’t help falling in love with Tom.

Hypnotic Kind of Dance by @acciotomriddle (E, 2k, complete)

In a club where humans willingly offer themselves to vampires in exchange for the high that comes from a bite, Harry meets an incredibly charming vampire named Tom.

Matriphagy by @being-luminous  (M, 2k, complete)

For years now, Lord Voldemort has hunted Harry and his parents. First because of a prophecy, then… Then, for something else. 

Not a Single Bite by @vdoshu (M, 2k, complete)

They’ve been at the restaurant for an hour and a half, but Harry hasn’t eaten a single bite. Tom is beginning to think that maybe their date isn’t going so well.

Scent of Death by @dividawrites (E, 3k, complete)

Voldemort discovers a new, submissive side of himself when he feels Harry's teeth on his neck.

the little death by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 2k, complete)

"You brought a vampire into my study?" Voldemort asks, more tired than offended. 

The Resurrectionist by @bluesundaycake (E, 12k, complete)

Tom (vampire) runs a nighttime coffee shop, and Harry (sleep-deprived human) is a regular customer and Tom thinks he is a vampire.

🧜‍♀️ Mermaid / Siren 

Call of the Deep by @hikarimeroperiddle (E, 17k, complete)

Harry is a captain of a pirate crew. A dangerous siren that lurks in the deep seems to have set its eyes on Harry himself.

liquid luck by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 12k, complete)

Harry is a mermaid who happens upon sea monster Voldemort, who has nefarious plans for her.

Siren Song by The_Fictionist (NR, 11k, complete)

Tom is a siren. He offers Harry a deal. "I'll help you out, and you get ten years to live on the surface. Then you're mine."

Undertow by @katsitting (M, 10k, complete)

Harry is a pirate. Voldemort is a siren that lures him in. “Harry. Come to me.”

we may sink and settle on the waves by @greenbriars (M, 22k, complete)

A retelling of The Little Mermaid, wherein Harry is Prince Eric, and Tom vies with Ginny for Harry’s affection.

🐺 Werewolf

the first full moon (part 1) / midnight snack (part 2) by @greenbriars (E, 4k, complete)

It's Harry's first full moon since he started dating a vampire.

🌟 Veela

Love at First Sight by @dividawrites (E, 5k, complete)

Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and a newfound Veela inheritance. Harry is mesmerized.

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#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #naga fic #vampire fic #mermaid fic #werewolf fic #veela fic

[loserdiaz]

fuck it friday

tagged by: @shortsighted-owl @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper and @buddiearemydads 💗

so, this is from that werewolf buck fic i started weeks ago and i'm not sure i'll ever post it (this is my first werewolf fic and i feel it's a bit clunky?? idk if anyone has any constructive criticism i'm all ears)

He spent the night rolling in bed, staring at the ceiling, worrying about Buck and resisting the urge to go to the living room and check on the man— Eddie didn't want to wake him up or hover too close, but he also couldn't erase the image of his best friend all bloody and hurt from his mind.

I should've forced him to go to the hospital. He thinks, looking back. 

So, when the morning comes and he feels bone exhausted as he makes his way through the hallway and into the living room, he thinks he's imagining things at first. 

He thinks maybe he fell asleep and he's having a weird dream or something. 

Because What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

There's a big— a huge— wolf curling on itself and sleeping soundly where his coffee table should be. 

The wolf is massive and takes half of his living room, his fur a rich golden that seems to shine under the first rays of sunshine streaming through the window, the morning light making the— creature? look warm and soft and— 

Eddie blinks rapidly as he tries to process if this is real or not.

Because where Buck should be sleeping, in his place there's a big wolf. 

Eddie doesn't know how to react to the fact.

He should be panicking, right? He should be calling the police or animal control or literally anyone. 

But. 

Something catches his eyes. The wolf's fur is golden with sprinkles of brown here and there but just above the eye, there seems to be a pink mark. 

"Buck?" He stutters.

and also a moodboard bc i want to

tagging: @cowboy-buddie @monsterrae1 @buddiefication @buddierights @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @comaboybuck @eddiesbleps @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @fatedbuddie @lesbianmaygrant @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @maygrantgf @loveyourownsmiilee @swiftiebuckleys @bekkachaos @messyhairdiaz @hippolotamus and anyone else who wants to!!

#fuck it friday #werewolf fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #my wips #my writing

[tastefulstars]

Of Wolf and Man 1/?

You have a secret, one that’s a little more wolfish in nature.

eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: anyway, i am yet again indulging every my every desire :))) not too sure how many parts this will have - probably 3 :))) word count: 3.4K warnings: 18+ mdni. slow burn. r is a werewolf. body horror. mutual pining. protectiveness. r is a little angsty with moments of softness.

masterlist next

You don’t mean to get involved.

You moved to Hawkins to lay low after a close call with hunters but you overheard a group of kids talking about a girl in their basement and you couldn’t exactly ignore that so you confront them.

“Uhh” One of the boys is saying, “What?”

“Why are you keeping a girl in your basement?” You interrogate them and their hearts kick into overdrive, their eyes widen and they stammer.

“We’re not!” A second boy laughs, shrill and nervous. Your eyebrow raises.

“Yeah - that would be weird if we were?” The third adds.

You just stare them down with a unconvinced expression on your face.

“So you wouldn’t have any issues if I were to go to your parents and have them check, then?”

They panic and they’re explaining, begging you not to involve their parents. They tell you about El, how she’s got superpowers and there’s bad men after her and she can help find Will - if it weren’t for your own abilities, your condition, you might not have believed them.

The rest is history.

You never speak about your condition, you don’t tell them and don’t plan on it, until you overhear El talking to Mike about how she feels so different, that everyone thinks she’s a freak. You pull her aside when you have a chance and whisper your confession, share with her that she’s not the only one who’s different - you hold her as she cries against your chest. 

You help them keep El safe, help them battle the demogorgon alongside Steve and Nancy and Jonathan.

You mourn El with the boys, comforting them best you can and letting Mike’s anger and denial settle over you. You become fast friends with Steve, his presence and scent calms you, and while you’re a little upset he’s dating Nancy - you’re happy he’s happy.

You’re right there with Steve and Dustin trying to capture Dart, it’s rotting stink making you gag. You protect the kids from the demodogs as best you can - grabbing Lucas and twisting, letting yourself be attacked instead of him, hissing out a sharp ‘I’m fine’ when Steve fusses over you.

You do your best to placate and calm Billy when he comes looking for Max - you can smell the blood sitting under his skin and you know that he’s hurting, taking his anger out on the world. You step out of the house and ask him if he’s okay, ask him if everything at home was okay, you knew it wasn't but you wanted him to know that you'd listen.

You cry when you see El again, wrapping her in your arms and cradling her against your chest. You coo and fuss over the boys when they’re all dressed up for the Snow Ball, earning their annoyed glares as they swat your hands away from their cheeks.

Dustin drags you to the mall, insisting it’s of the utmost importance. He plays the recording for you and Steve, and Robin helps translate it. You manage to avoid being captured by the Russians, feeling guilty at leaving Steve and Robin behind. You hate yourself for not being able, not being quick enough, to save Billy - Max’s distraught cries a dagger twisting further in your heart.

You cling to Steve when the night’s over and the mall destroyed, face buried in his neck and breathing his scent in deeply, shaking and trying to keep your wild nature buried under your skin.

You spend more and more time with Steve, butterflies tickling your stomach each time he smiles at you. You visit him at work or he shows up at your house with a movie and pizza. The two of you go for drives with no real destination in mind - just enjoying the wind flowing through your hair and each others presence.

You know you should put distance between you, you know you shouldn’t let yourself get too close - you don’t want to hurt him, don’t want him to be used against you, don’t want him to look at you with disgust and horror if he ever found out.

On the night of the full moon and you're forced to transform, you wrap yourself with silver chains and lock yourself in a large cage in your basement. Screaming in agony as your bones break, your organs shift and your body changes.

It's torture and every second of it has you pleading for death.

Once the change is complete, skin and fur sizzle under the chains and it's enough to keep the monster busy for the night, yanking and biting, trying to get the silver off its skin.

You never really remember much the next morning, the pure agony wiping your memory.

It takes all of your energy to unlock yourself and drag your body into your room to sleep, exhaustion and weariness overcoming you. You feel your skin stitching itself back together as you stumble, the wounds and burns from last night slowly disappearing until all that's left is your memory of the pain.

The day following a change leaves you sore, tired and grumpy but you do your best to hide it when Steve calls, offering to pick you up and take you out for lunch. He must sense you’re not feeling yourself because he rubs your arm and offers a small smile.

“You okay, Bug?” Your lips twitch at the nickname, one given to you after an unfortunate incident with a beetle that you refuse to remember.

“Yeah, just tired” You reply, “Didn’t sleep well”

He hums, throwing his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to him and chuckling.

“Yeah the suitcases under your eyes kinda gave that away”

You groan and rub your palm down your face.

“Want me to drop you home?” He asks, voice soft and smiling at you. It was a smile he reserved for you and only you, soft and gentle, filled with warmth.

You lean heavily on him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on your shoulder, not really wanting to be alone. You rub your cheek on him, inadvertently scenting him in your exhaustion, mixing your own unique smell with his.

“Can we go to yours?” You ask, breathing deeply and your chest expanding with giddiness as you smell your handiwork. He squeezes you and pulls you towards his car.

You lay in Steve’s bed, overwhelmed by the smell of him. Steve smells like home and it has you feeling safe enough to drift off to sleep as Steve potters around his room.

You miss the adoring look he gives you when he looks over, spotting your face buried in his pillow. You miss him gently pulling his blanket over you and tucking you in, you miss the soft kiss he presses on your head and the whisper of ‘sleep well, honey’.

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Things change in ‘86.

Dustin and Mike join the Hellfire Club, Lucas joins the basketball team. Max pulls away from the group, grieving the loss of her brother.

Steve is a constant safe presence in your world, keeping you grounded and sane.

You spread yourself thin and you don’t know how much longer you can keep going, how much longer you can keep your tight control from slipping, from breaking down and exploding in a mess of bones and skin and blood and fur.

You do your best - to comfort Max, to support Lucas, to help Nancy with the school paper, to see Robin outside of school, to spend time with Dustin and Mike, to be with Steve, to study and keep your condition under wraps and keep yourself safe from the hunters you knew were after your kind.

You keep pushing yourself, patrolling your little town and checking in on your friends each night. You check deep in the woods for any signs of the hunters and the creatures from the upside down, not retiring until you’re satisfied everyone is safe - that you are still safe.

Dustin calls you on the walkie one afternoon, his voice calling you to come to the school as soon as you can.

You don’t rush, knowing he would have made a bigger deal if it was an emergency. You’re tired and sore and you can feel the ache in your bones, the tingling under your skin - the full moon was close and it was making you more sensitive to everything. 

You shuffle down the hallways towards the drama room, following Dustin’s scent, his distant voice.

You push open the door and see Dustin and Eddie, who looks over to you with wide eyes. You throw yourself into a chair, leg bouncing and watch as they pack up.

“What’d you want Dustin?” You murmur, eyes slipping closed.

“Can you give me a ride home?” He asks, voice distracted.

You nod and as you breathe in, you tingle all over - warmth washing over you and the distinct smell of home filling your lungs. Eddie smells like leather and denim and weed and the woods. It soothes your restlessness and has you leaning towards it, wanting to smother yourself in it.

You open your eyes and watch as Eddie finishes up packing away his supplies, his eyes darting over to you every few seconds. When he spots you watching him, you hear his heart beating faster, see the flush spread on his cheeks.

Your stomach flips and you feel like you’re floating, you offer him a small smile and hold your hand out to Dustin.

“C’mon, peanut” Laughing as Dustin groans at the nickname, “See ya ‘round, Eds”

“Yeah! See you!” He says fast, wide eyed and nervous.

You start spending time with Eddie as well as Steve, his presence soothing your soul in ways you couldn’t really describe, and you find yourself wanting, wanting to be with them both, wanting them near you and needing them in your life.

You don’t push your luck, keeping your feelings closely guarded and making the most of them giving your their friendship. 

You invite Eddie over to your small home often. Most of the time, you just enjoy each other’s company, not really doing much more than listening to music and talking.

You lay on the floor of the living room with your feet propped up on the couch beside Eddie.

“Eds?” You voice breaks the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” He hums.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Your question makes him laugh, and you turn your head so you can watch his eyes crinkle.

“Aren’t we already grown up?”

“Nope! Now answer the question”

“I wanna get out of this town, take off with my music and tour the world” His voice is wistful and you ache, wanting to him to live his dream and wanting him to never leave you.

“You can do it” You say softly, swallowing hard, “I believe in you”

He beams at you, cheeks flushing and he rubs the back of his neck, he clears his throat.

“What about you?”

“I wanna be a frog”

He barks out a loud laugh, and you feel a silly grin take over your face.

It’s between the moments where you find yourself listening to Eddie’s heartbeat and wishing Steve was right there with you, that you realize that you’re in love with them.

You almost wish you didn’t let the thought, the realization, cross your mind - wishing you could stay in denial and ignore the painful longing you felt when you didn’t let yourself, couldn’t let yourself, get too close to them.

Your heart hurts and you don’t know how you keep the smile on your face, the pain hidden inside your chest. It would be enough, it had to be, to just have them in your life. To see their smiles and hear their laughs, and let their strong heart beats soothe you and drink in their intoxicating scents.

When Eddie’s accused of murdering Chrissy you almost loose control. Seething with fury and feeling your nails sharpening, elongating, and you could feel the sharp prick of your long canines in your gums.

When Max and Dustin come to you, Steve, Nancy and Robin, explaining she saw Eddie running away the night Chrissy died. They lead the way to the spot Max saw him and then you take the lead, following Eddie’s scent until you stumble on his hiding place. He looked so scared, heart beating wildly and oozing fear, you dig your sharp claws into your palms to stop yourself throwing your arms around him, from tearing the assholes who hurt him apart.

The group explains everything to him, they share ideas and try to come up with a plan. You dart your eyes around, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

“We should leave” You murmur, interrupting Robin, “It’s not safe here”

You’re grabbing Dustin without thinking, pushing him the way you came and your hands entwine with Steve and Eddies and you’re moving, herding the group out of the woods. 

You press your spare key into Eddie’s palm before you all head your separate ways.

“You know that I live by myself” You tell him, “If you need somewhere to go - it’s safe there”

His expression crumples, you yank him into a crushing hug and he whispers a soft ‘thanks, frog’ into your hair. Steve asks you about it when he’s driving you home, his eyes darting between the road and you. He clears his throat.

“Uh, um - Bug?” He asks, you hear his nerves.

“What’s up?”

“Are- Do-” He’s stuttering his words, his heart picking up pace. His words rush out and you wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t completely focused on him.

“Are you and Eddie, like, together?”

You’re stunned silent, staring at him.

“I- No?”

“But you like him, right?”

“Steve, where’s this coming from?”

“I, just - I see the way he looks at you. Sometimes, I think you look at him the same”

“Steve”

“It’s fine if you do” He rushes out, “I-”

“Steve, stop” You cut him off and he falls silent, “It’s not- I. It’s- It’s complicated, I guess”

“How is liking someone complicated?” He asks, confused. Your chest squeezes painfully.

“It is when it’s two someones” You sigh, “Can we not? I don’t want to get into it. Please, Stevie”

You see the way he does a double take, glancing at you before focusing on the road, his heart tapping out a quick beat.

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You’ve been holding the change back, having more important things to worry about, but you can feel it building under your skin and simmering. You know it won’t be long until you can’t force it back anymore, until you won’t have any semblance of control. You just hope that you can hold it off until this crisis has been averted.

You follow your boys into the Upside Down, armed to the teeth and with a plan of attack. Your group manages to destroy Venca, setting him alight in his home and as you flee your small group is quickly overwhelmed with bats. You fight, tearing them to shred and it burns. 

You feel yourself slipping in your fury, in your anger and it’s getting harder and harder not to let go and give in to it.

You’re snarling at Steve, at Eddie, growling at them to climb the fucking rope. You couldn’t let them get hurt, couldn’t risk them dying, not if you could save them, if you could save them all. 

You are ready to stay, prepared to sacrifice yourself if it meant your boys were safe, were alive. 

You let yourself take them in one more time, gaze lingering on their retreating forms. You try to commit their faces to memory - Steve’s strong jaw and soft, almond eyes and fluffy hair and Eddie’s wide brown eyes and round nose and full lips.

“Bug, come on!” You hear Steve shouting at you. It’s distant, far away.

You turn, holding your spear towards the oncoming swarm.

“Don’t you dare!” Eddie screams.

Then they’re gone, their voices disappearing and you let your tears fall, let the change overtake you. You scream as you’re ripped apart and sown back together again.

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You’re not sure how long you’re there, trapped in the upside down.

It feels like an eternity.

You stay in your monstrous wolf form, tearing apart anything that crosses your path. You can feel something missing, a part of you howls and longs for it but everything is simpler in this form, no complicated thoughts or emotions.

Just anger, hunger, exhaustion, pain, loneliness.

You snarl and tear apart another bat, claws sinking into its flesh easily.

You were sure that you’d almost eradicated every single horrible thing in this dark world. You only stopped when you needed to rest, to heal, finding a safe hideaway and closing your eyes for a restless sleep, dreaming of warm eyes and soft smiles.

You don’t know how long you chase and kill but it feels like an eternity and if you had the awareness of your human mind, you’d be worried at how much you enjoy it. 

You track down the last of the bats, they flee at the sight of you and you give chase, reviling in the thrill of the hunt. Your anger burns bright as you see them worming their way through a portal, barely there and forgotten.

You chase them, forcing your way through the opening, tearing at your flesh. You’re not sure where you are but you can make out multiple heart beats, hear distant voices.

They weren’t your concern.

You had a job to do, and that involved destroying these god forsaken bats.

Just as one manages to break the wooden doors that trap it in the room with you, you’re on it. You’re snarling, twisting and sinking your teeth into its neck and pulling with your sharp claws. You hear screams but you focus, the other bats were swooping, trying to dig their talons into your fur and break your skin.

Your back is towards the heart beats and you snarl, bringing yourself to your full height and baring your fangs. The last of them would die tonight.

It’s a mess of blood and viscera and it’s over all too soon. You’re still set alight with the hunt and you snuff, growling and pacing back and forth over your fallen prey.

“What the fuck?”

Words filter through your haze and you turn, baring your sharp teeth at them, a low growl rumbling in your chest. They stumble backwards, tripping over themselves and clinging to each other. You hear their fear, in their hearts and in their breathing and in the small noises they make - you almost like it.

One of them is stepping forward, the others reach for them.

They say your name softly.

Your mind screams at the reminder of you you were, who you are. You still, falling silent and focusing your gaze on them.

El whispers a voice from the back of your mind.

Howling snarls slip into howling screams as your bones snap and break and rearrange themselves. Your organs tear and stitch themselves back together and you choke on blood, coughing as it spills from your lips as your sharp teeth are replaced with blunt ones. Fur is torn from your body, leaving behind smooth skin.

El catches you as you fall, wrapping your arms around you and whispering your name, over and over.

You don’t have the strength to open your eyes, to do anything but let El hold you. You hear the kids crying out your name, their footsteps as they rush to you. You hear Nancy’s sharp intake of breath and Robin’s soft cry, hear Eddie and Steve’s heart still for a moment before taking off in a rapid tap.

You hear Steve snapping at the kids, telling them to give you space and you feel Eddie’s rough denim vest being wrapped around your naked form, feel arms lifting you.

You feel your exhaustion slamming into you and you slip into blissful darkness.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steddie x reader #steddie x you #werewolf #werewolf fic #i:my writing #story:owam

[daniwib]

I am finally working on the last chapter of this fic! It's been my longest running WIP and I am determined to finish it before I work on any other new stories. Really. I mean it! Distraction is my Kryptonite, though. Send strength my way, please - and feel free to yell at me if you see me getting distracted by new bright and shiny's!!

#buddie #werewolf fic #buddie werewolf AU #9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #crack treated seriously #this is just pure ridiculousness #but it's MY ridiculousness #and I love it #9-1-1 fanfiction #911 #911 fox #911 abc #evan buck buckley #accountability post

[thenerdyindividual]

The Howl Inside by thenerdyindividual

The Pendragons have been cursed with lycanthropy for generations. Mysteriously, the curse did not affect Uther Pendragon and he thought the curse broken. When Arthur experienced his first shift on the full moon, Uther blamed the arcane for the return of the curse and banned all arcane beings and practices from the Kingdom of Camelot. Arthur is now king, and has welcomed back druids, werewolves, and fey with open arms. He has a loyal pack at his side, and now he needs a Pack Druid. A druid specially trained to act as an advisor and a tether to humanity for werewolf packs. Enter Merlin; the first Pack Druid trained since Uther's ban on the arcane. While he and Arthur get off to a rocky start, it's clear that Merlin is a missing piece to the pack. That joy is short lived, however, when an attack on the road reveals a political plot against Arthur's life. Merlin and the rest of the pack must come together to figure out who betrayed them before Arthur, and all of Camelot, are lost.

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #merthur #merlin/arthur #bbc merlin fanfic #bbc merlin fic #merlin fic #merlin fanfic #merthur fic #merthur fic rec #merthur fanfic #arthur/merlin #werewolf au #werewolf fic #my fic

[soulsoffairlight]

awww how sweet look at lips wishing us a happy full moon 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#the muppets #muppet fandom #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppet mayhem #lips muppet #cringe and free #cringe and proud #alternate universe #shitpost #animal flow au #werewolf au #werewolf meme #werewolf fic #stupid werewolf #werewolf #halloween #happy halloween

[cherry-queens-blog]

Here's my werewolf AU where gyutaro is a werewolf who takes a liking to reader for a specific reason. I really hope you guy's like it I worked hard on this and kept fixing a lot and adding stuff in. I felt really nervous about posting it thinking it's not as good as I think it is.

Note: I will have to post a part two cause this is already pretty long.

WARNING: violence, death.

FULL MOON

After collage had ended you decided to meet up with your friends to discus the plans you all talked about on going camping for the whole week. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the whole thing, since you've never been camping before but all your friends seemed pretty excited about it so why shouldn't you be?, they even knew of a good spot too so maybe everything will be fine?. What's there to be worried about anyways besides well, all the wild life like bears, wolves and other animals that will be out there with you guys. You walk out of the collage, looking around for your friends when you hear Mia calling out to you. "HEY Y/N OVER HERE" she shouts while waving her hand in the air, gesturing for you to come over. While walking up to them you noticed they had already been discussing the trip without you which was a bit annoying since it was agreed on that it would be discussed once everyone was together, but they decided to start without you anyways. "so uh.. what's the plan here?. What all are we doing while we're there?" You ask but it seems they just ignored your question entirely, just flat out talking over you while laughing at some stupid jokes they were cracking back and forth. Mia who was your best friend since high school also seemed to busy pestering her new boyfriend, planning to sleep with him on the trip instead of listening to you as well as the other two. You just stood there, watching everyone, starting to question if you even wanted to go at this point since none of them seemed to be acknowledging your existence any more so, you just start preparing yourself to be ignored through this whole trip that was planned out.

Kana who was the more popular one in the group had mentioned something about drinking and partying which didn't interest you since your not much of a drinker at all but if it helps you have some form of fun then why the hell not?. "hey y/n don't forget to bring blankets and a swimsuit alright?" Kenji said causing you to snap out of your thoughts. "uh sure... okay". Monday came around and you got up pretty early to pack all the things you needed like your mp3 for music, a book, blankets, swimsuit. Once you had all your bags packed up for the week, doing a double check just to be sure your not missing anything important. "okay so.. warm clothes, check, blankets check, swimsuit.. I should be good" You muttered to yourself as your friends pulled into your driveway ringing your phone to let you know they had arrived to pick you up. Grabbing what you could you head out, swinging open your door to see Mia standing there by your front door to help you load up your luggage into Kenji's truck. "you ready to go and have some fun y/n?" she teases a bit before taking your bags from you, loading them up while you shrug and head back in to grab the rest of your stuff, before locking up your house and getting in the van with Ren, Kana, and Mia.

The drive there was quite long and a bit noisy all ready since Kana and Mia were already popping open a beer and shouting with giggles following after. Teasing each other about all sorts of stupid things you didn't care to hear about that's why you felt glad you had brought your mp3 player so you could listen to music instead of listening them be loud the whole drive. They didn't get drunk but man they were acting as if they already were. After a hour long drive you all arrive at this beautiful spot with a lake that glistened in the sun light, nice tall trees with big green leaves, beautiful plants that laid about the whole place, birds chirping, the nice breeze with the fresh air. Everything was beautiful there and felt so relaxing and peaceful you couldn't help but feel glad you had came along with them, though being a bit ignored still wasn't the best and was highly annoying. You all stepped out of the vehicles, grabbing all the bags, chairs, and tents. The guys started setting up the tents while you and the other two girls just sat up against Rens van watching. "hey Kenji come over here and help me set this up yeah?" Ren stated. While the guys set up everything they also couldn't help but keep screwing around like they always do while Kana and Mia sat there chatting with each other. "god tonight is gonna be so fun" Kana said to Mia as she agreed. You just sat there feeling a little unsure of that since you're already not having as much fun as they are, nor were you really even excited about this anyways, but at least the place was lovely and seemed quite relaxing. The boys finish setting up everything, even setting up a hammock for you since you are more of the relaxing type anyways which is why they brought it in the first place.

Kana grabs Mia by her arm and pulled her over to their bags, pulling out their swimsuits, stripping down without caring that everyone could see them changing before running and jumping into the lake with the guys following in after. Just sitting and watching as they all splash around in the water, you hear a sound of a twig snapping from behind a tree that was behind you. Turning to look you didn't see anyone or anything which made you start to feel a bit uneasy, having a gut feeling you were being watched by someone. "HEY Y/N COME ON IN! THE WATERS GREAT" Kana yells out to you making you jump a bit before turning back around to their direction, a small smile forming on your face as Mia gets pounced on by Kenji causing a chuckle to escape your throat. You get up and start getting in your bag to grab your swimsuit, you head over behind a tree to change, pulling off your top and bra when you caught a glimps of someone peering out from behind a tree before quickly disappearing behind it. Quickly throwing your shirt back on, you start screaming out for your friends who immediately rush out of the lake, running to your aid as fast as they could. "what?.. what happened? you okay?" Kenji said as you pointed over at the tree where you saw the person. "I saw someone over there, watching me" You stated, your voice full of panic. Kenji and Ren didn't waste any time and went over there cautiously in case someone was right there. As they approach they find no one "well if they were here, they ain't now" Ren said while walking back over with Kenji.

"who ever it was their gone now, so no worries alright. we will make sure nothing happens" Kenji reassured you while gently placing his hand on your shoulder. "just put on your swimsuit and let's not worry about it, we came here to have fun so lets do that" Ren followed up after Kana walked away with Mia back to the lake with Ren following behind them, smacking Kana on her ass while you couldn't help but feel shaken up. "hey you're safe y/n, alright. Me and ren won't let anything happen and if whoever that was comes back we will be ready to catch whoever it was" Kenji said giving you a pat on the shoulder before walking off leaving you alone to change. Looking back at the tree taking a deep breath with uneasiness weighing down on you as you let out a sigh before changing into your bathing suit and joining your friends.

Night falls and the moon was full shining brightly in the sky along with the stars that looked like tiny diamonds. The boys get a fire going as the girls grab the beers and snacks from Kenjis truck, taking a seat in the chairs around the warm fire that cracked and popped while everyone drinks. You couldn't help but keep glancing back at the tree where you saw the person a few hours ago, unable to take your mind off of whoever it was watching you undress yourself, wondering how much that person saw when Ren walks over and hands you a beer. "here have a drink Y/N." he says while taking a seat by you. You take the beer from him cracking it open taking a sip. It wasn't the best but whatever takes your mind off of what happened right?. Kana starts the truck up and gets the radio playing before coming back over and sitting on Ren's lap. "Now that's more like it" she says with a giggle while Mia and Kenji are busy making out with each other, running their hands over each others bodies, feeling turned on while being a bit drunk. "I think Mia and I are gonna go and have some real fun" Kenji smirks before getting up and heading into the woods with Mia. "ohhh i think me and Ren might do the same. what do you say babe?" Ren smirks at what Kana had said before picking her up and going to their tent leaving you by yourself next to the bon fire.

You look up at the stars wishing you had someone as well but here you are, all alone again while your friends are busy making love to each other. Standing up, you head over to the hammock with your mp3 and lay on it, putting in your headphones to listen to music gazing up at the lit up sky. The moon was full and so beautiful, so pretty surrounded by the stars and dark clouds drawing in a peaceful night with the slight breeze in the air, while your favorite song played through your headphones. Closing your eyes, setting into the relaxation of the night feeling at peace for the moment, just laying back worrying about nothing. The moment lasted for a good few minutes until you could hear the sound of Kenji screaming over the music, making your eyes shoot open in concern. Sitting up, you rip out your earphones as Ren and Kana come rushing out of their tent after hearing Kenji's scream as well. Kenji came running through the camp looking back over his shoulder, covered in Mia's blood. Your heart instantly sank into your stomach while getting up out of the hammock.

"what the hell happened!?" you shouted at him as panic takes hold. Walking over to him only to be stopped in your tracks when a man sized beast pounced on him at full speed, sinking it's teeth deep into his throat, blood spilling onto the ground as Kana screams seeing Kenji getting his throat ripped out. Your eyes widen at the horrific sight falling backwards onto the ground not believing what your seeing right now. It's fur was black with slight green highlights through it, a black wavy spot that decorated its snout, it's eyes a bright orangish color, as it's body was beyond thin like it hadn't eaten in months. The beast stands up being about 6'7 in height as it looks over at you, your heart pounding in your chest as it lets out a deep growl before Ren catches its attention drawing it away from you as tears formed in your eyes from the amount of fear you felt pulsing through your body. Ren gets in front of Kana as it growls more watching Ren with blood lust as he picks up a small thick branch off the ground to use as self defense against it only to be charged at, at a fast speed he couldn't react in time. You watch helplessly as Ren gets knocked into a tree that was closest to him so hard you could here his body make impact with the tree, his ribs shattered and his skull busted open from the brute force. Kana screams out as it takes her down with such force, screaming as it claws puncture her soft flesh, shredding it like paper, tearing through, ripping into her stomach and pulling her intestines out, feeding on her right in front of you. Watching as your friends are slaughtered in cold blood by this monster with tears running down your face, covering your ears to drown out Kanas screams, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling to scared to move from your spot as your body was trembling and your breathing grew heavy.

Everything just happened so fast that nobody could do anything to save themselves, just dying like helpless animals. Slowly you start opening your eyes, looking up to see it staring you down while growling as it stepped towards you. "please... please no" You begin to beg though you knew it wouldn't do anything to stop this thing from killing you. It gets closer but it's growling soon faded into a slight whine while lowering it's ears before turning away and running off into the woods, leaving you alone with your dead friends as confusion started to set in as you watched it run away only leaving you alive. You sat there crying before screaming out at the top of your lungs as everything sets in again. All that you witnessed flashing through your head on repeat as you screamed, cried, and felt helpless. You had cried for hours until the sun started to rise in the sky, shining down upon the gruesome scene before you. The smell of death starting to linger in the air as the flies started to swarm around the bodies that laid around. The feeling of tiredness creeping into your system as you laid there on the ground feeling a bit traumatized, scared out of your mind. Though you were tired you couldn't sleep, not after what happened drowning your head with questions you couldn't help but want answers too, as you felt the urge to go find that thing and kill it like it killed your friends.

Minutes passed by and you finally found the strength to get up and start packing a bag with waters, snacks, and a blanket ready to head out and hunt that thing down. Once you were ready you start walking into the woods, taking a quick glance back at their bodies one last time, watching the bugs crawl on their flesh before turning away and continuing your walk, keeping an eye on all your surroundings, not trusting a single noise that is heard. On your walk you stop to collect the biggest sticks you can find, collecting them to use as markers so you can find your way back to the camp so you didn't end up getting yourself lost, digging each one into the dirt in a upright position while being cautious of each noise that is heard close by. The walk was long and quite exhausting especially since you hadn't slept yet and the sun was starting to set in the sky. As you stop to place down another marker you spot a small cave in the distance which would make a good resting place for now, where you can stay and sleep for the night since it was getting dark and you wouldn't be able to find your way back to the camp before it got to dark and you were also deep in the woods with no flashlight.

As you get closer to the cave you could make out a figure of someone sitting near the entrance, making you pick up your speed a bit, now running to see who it was and hoping they can help you out somehow. "HEY" You shout to them, but as the person looks up towards you they quickly get up and start backing away as you get to the entrance, stopping for a moment feeling out of breath from running, dropping your bag in the process. The cave was damp and very cold inside but now you can fully see the man clearly who looked at you a bit unpleased by your presence, his body language showing hostility, ready to attack at any moment. "whoa hey please. I'm not here to cause trouble" You say while putting your hands up as you slowly approach him, making him get more defensive until he started screaming at you. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME". his scream made your blood run cold as it was a bit raspy and just unsettling. His face was scrunched a bit out of anger due to you not backing off, but as you got closer you get a really good look at the man as the sun lowers shining inside the dark cave. His hair was black and green, black splotches on his skin, thin waist. Then it hit you, The werewolf you saw had the same black spot over its nose as this man, the hair color was the color of the wolfs fur, the thinness on the wolf, and how thin this man was. Your heart dropped into your stomach as anger fully took over you, making you lash out at him, the feeling of wanting to kill him for what he did fully took hold. "you...you killed them... YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM YOU MONSTER!!!" out of anger and hurt you rush at him without even thinking.

You just wanted to kill him and that's all that mattered to you right now, just putting an end to this foul being, but as you rush at him and try to hit him, he gritted his teeth letting out a low growl in frustration before grabbing hold of your wrist tightly and slamming you onto the ground and getting over you, pinning you down quickly. He was hoping you'd just leave since he really didn't want to hurt you but now you gave him a reason to. Staring down at you with his face still scrunched like he was ready to tear you to shreds, eyes widening as you laid underneath him in his tight grasp that was a bit painful. "wait.. please" You muttered but he didn't seem to lighten up at all, he was pissed that you would make such a dumb decision to rush at him. "I'm sorry... please" Tears started to fill your eyes and his face turned from anger to sadness as he sighed, sensing your hurt and fear before letting go of your hands and moving away from you, sitting himself up against the damp wall of the cave. You start to get up slowly, starting to approach him again when he lets out a low growl warning you to stay away from him. "why... why did you kill them?" He ignores your question as he continues to growl giving off a strong warning to keep your distance, but every part of you wanted answers. "ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT!.. WHY DID YOU KILL THEM!" As you yelled at him he growled more and turned towards you, quickly getting up and getting directly in your face making you go quiet instantly, now feeling intimidated by him.

"why?... please, just tell me why you killed them but not me" Your body was shaking from the amount of fear you were feeling, knowing that he could kill you at any moment, your voice breaking as you spoke to him. "WHY!?... CAUSE I CAN'T CONTROL IT" he snapped while still having you cornered up against the cold hard cave wall, his gaze starting to soften like he regrets what he had done, as he pulls himself away from you, knowing he's scaring you. "you need to leave... and don't come back" he follows up as the sun disappears from the sky allowing the moon to appear as the wind picks up making the temperature in the cave drop down to freezing. You felt so on edge now but yet you couldn't leave, instead you grabbed your bag and sat down causing him to glare at you even more until you speak up. "I can't, not till morning. I don't have a light with me" You felt pretty stupid not grabbing a flashlight when you packed up the duffle bag, you also didn't expect to find the monster that killed your friends either, yet here you are stuck in a cave with him, a man that turns into a wolf every full moon and luckily for you last night was the last full moon for awhile. "how stupid" he spat out before sitting down as you go through your bag, pulling out your blanket, a water, and a snack. He took notice that you had a snacks with you, The smell of the food filling his nose as you opened up the package making his stomach growl. He couldn't help but move in, slowly coming towards you before grabbing your food from your hands, sinking his teeth into the brownie. "HEY" you shouted while trying to take it back from him only resulting in him growling causing you to back off, having no choice but to just let him have it. "you can have it i suppose" You sighed while sitting back down, wrapping yourself in your blanket for warmth. "what's your name by the way?" You ask trying to start conversation with this man dog that your stuck with till morning.

He looks over at then at the ground. "Gyutaro.... my names Gyutaro. and yours?" His names gyutaro? you thought while debating giving him your name but it's only fair since you asked for his. "Y/N." you respond with a yawn, laying down on the hard ground, still shivering a bit from the freezing breeze that blew into the cave. Gyutaro noticed you were cold and slowly made his way over to you after finishing off the brownie that he took from you. "You look cold" He said while looking down at you with his head tilted to the side a bit. "uh.. y-yeah" you stuttered a bit closing your eyes trying to just sleep off the cold night. "I can keep you warm if you want" His words had struck you, sinking in catching you by surprise, your eyes opening wide, looking up at him, feeling unsure if you really want him next to you, especially after what he had done the other night but with how cold it was tonight, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "uh... I... ugh, yeah... you can". Once you gave him the okay he made his way behind you, getting under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you, giving you the feel of his warmth, his heart pounding in his chest while you couldn't believe you letting him lay with you, but his skin was so warm against yours. Slowly closing your eyes ready to sleep for the night since you had a long walk back.

Morning comes as the sun starts to rise, shining into the cave down onto your face disturbing your peaceful sleep, pulling the blanket over your face to block out the sunlight only to be interrupted by the sound of plastic wrappers being stepped on. Sitting up, you look over to find Gyutaro rummaging through your bag, looking for more food after he had left a bunch of wrappers laying on the ground with empty water bottles. He was really hoping you had more but he did eat and drink everything you had on you leaving you a bit frustrated with him. "GYUTARO WHAT THE HELL" you yell at him, making him get defensive for a moment before relaxing as he looks at you, starting to whine a little bit. "I was hungry" he admitted. He was pretty skinny so you could understand why he would take all your food, though you were pretty hungry and quite thirsty yourself, but you can grab some food on the way home you guess. Getting up and packing your stuff up into your bag ready to head out while Gyutaro watched with a depressed look on his face. "you know... i didn't really want you to leave". You stop and look over at him, seeing how he was looking at the ground, his expression showing sadness for once since you've been there. You end up getting an idea that was rather a pretty stupid one but you did kind of feel bad for him, all while wondering if taking him with you would actually be a good idea or not since every full moon would be a massive problem, and you'd have to find a way to keep him at bay so he doesn't go around killing people like he did the night before. "hey what if you come with me?" as you say that he perks up, looking at you with surprise that soon turns to a scowl real fast. "are you fucking stupid or something" he snarks at you. "come with you? so what you can lock me up in a god damn basement!" you sighed and shook your head. "no I won't do that to you gyutaro.. I promise" He was taken by surprise again as you promised you wouldn't chain him up if he went with you. "fine" he muttered under his breath feeling unsure if he can fully trust you or not, yet you seem so different and he just can't seem to shake off the fact he really liked you ever since he first saw you, though he wouldn't admit that to you. He also didn't want you to leave either, he wanted to stay with you, be next to you all the time. He eventually agrees to go with you, joining you on your walk back, constantly taking glances at you as his head is filled with worry. You couldn't help but glance back catching him looking down at you, he was taller then you which made you feel nervous about taking this strange man home with you, was it cause you were desperate to have someone who actually paid attention to you? who knows, you already agreed to let him go with you so there's no going back now.

As you both arrive to the camp you couldn't help but feel sick seeing your dead friends again when Gyutaro looks down at you feeling guilty for what he had done to them, he just couldn't control himself. It was hard on him and seeing how scared he had made you that night had hurt him pretty badly on a deep level. He looks away from you in absolute shame, taking in a deep breath "I'm sorry" he whispered, turning your attention back to him. "let's just go" You grab all your things tossing them into Ren's van, grabbing his keys and getting into the van with gyutaro, shutting the door before starting the vehicle. Gyutaro was pretty busy looking around at everything inside, being curious about all the stuff inside. A hour drive back, you pull into your drive way shutting off the engine and hopping out to unload your stuff as Gyutaro gets out, looking around feeling a bit uneasy with this new territory he's in right now. He is so used to staying in the cave and doing whatever he wants that this is just way to new to him, making him whine a bit wanting to go back to the woods when you walk up, placing your hand on his shoulder. "It's okay gyu" You reassure him as you walk up to the door unlocking it and pushing it open. Setting your stuff down in your room while gyutaro enters inside unsure of everything at the moment, cautiously looking around before curling up by the couch. Though he is human right now he still as the attitude of a man and dog combined together but you guess it does have to do with him being a werewolf.

A couple weeks pass by and he had gotten used to the place, though he did start taking meat from the fridge to eat it which was a bit annoying. Every time you catch him tearing into the package, it's always a fight for it, chasing him around the house trying to take the meat back. "AT LEAST LET ME COOK IT FIRST" you'd yell out while chasing him. "NO IT'S MINE!" he'd yell back with a slight growl. He isn't fully human so can kind of understand that he'd have a hunger for raw meat so it's understandable why he would keep taking the raw meat you buy from the store. As Thursday rolls around you start marking down important stuff on your calendar when you realize that tomorrow night is a full moon making you start to panic a bit. "aw shit" you muttered to yourself while looking over at Gyutaro who was sitting on the couch scratching his arm. You make your way over, sitting down by him as he looks at you sensing your nervousness. You were nervous about bringing this up to him since you did promise him you wouldn't do this but it's gonna have to be done. "hey Gyutaro... tomorrow is uh.. a full moon" you started as he continues looking at you, still sensing your nervousness that was radiating from your body. He starts to growl a bit, scrunching his nose "you're gonna chain me up aren't you.. even after you promised me you wouldn't" he says as he starts becoming defensive towards you. You didn't want to but at the same time you really can't take any risks right now, and if people see him they might try and kill him and you couldn't let that happen. "I can't let you kill more people, I have to, for my sake and others sake Gyutaro". He growls more but it dies down as he understands why you'll have to do it since he didn't want to hurt you of all people. He really couldn't careless about other people but you it's different, He loved you though he wasn't good at showing it, he did. "Fine. but only cause i don't want to hurt you" He growled in irritation leaning back against the couch. "I'm sorry gyu. I just can't take any..." He scrunches up his nose, showing his teeth to you before cutting you off. "YES I KNOW DAMN IT" he lashes out before taking a breath and looking at you. "I know". You sigh knowing he really isn't happy about this but it's for the best. "look once the full moon has passed I'll let you out okay. I'm not gonna keep you down there locked up".

As you state that to him, he calms down a lot and sighs. He knows you don't have bad intentions towards him except for when you two first met and you tried to kill him of course but even that was understandable cause he did slaughter your friends. "once the sun starts setting, that's when I'll lock you up okay". He growls again but understands though he still hates the fact he's going to be chained up for three whole nights.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

A Danish Werewolf in The City:

The First Sight.

Note: follow up to The First Shift. I have read this over and over and over again, and I just had to let it go and post it. May have missed some mistakes as my eyes literally hurt by now :') 

Warnings: 18+! horror/gore described, mention of (child) death/murder. once again, it's a dark werewolf fic...

pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You had fallen in love with a werewolf. 

wordcount: 3,6k

Masterlist

Chapter 1.

That something had been different about Sihtric became evident during the first few months of your relationship. 

You had first met at work, for you were both veterinarians, and you were transferred for a day to Sihtric's location as they were short staffed, and you both knew it was love at first sight. His hair was of shoulder length and braided, the sides were shaved freshly and his facial hair was well kept too. Sihtric was simply a breathtaking man, and he treated you with the utmost respect once you began dating, even asking permission before he first kissed you.

The first weeks of dating were like a dream, but then Sihtric suddenly started to disappear every few weeks for about three days. He had just gone without a word, but then showed up at your door again as if nothing had happened after those three seemingly random days. It was almost as if he died every few weeks, only to suddenly rise from the grave again and return to you, looking as beautiful and charming as ever, so you couldn't help but continue to fall for him and ignore your suspicions. Sihtric promised you that his disappearances had nothing to do with you, but that he sometimes struggled "with his own being", whatever that meant. But he soon felt inclined to open up to you and tell you about his wolf problem, as he sensed you began to doubt his loyalty due to his recurring strange behaviour.

And werewolves were not unheard of, nor were other creatures of the night, as you had treated numerous animals who had clearly been at the claws of those beings. You had just never met one and you surely never thought you'd fall in love with one, so you had a hard time accepting his honesty for a little while. You couldn't possibly imagine this was a curse he had lived with his whole life and only exposed itself during his late teens. And you, like any other regular human being, only knew of the fairytales which described werewolves as hideous monsters, and yet Sihtric wasn't a monster, for all you knew at least.

And he also wasn't the young and frightened boy anymore which he had told you about, yet it still saddened you gravely that he had lived such a tragic and lonely life, before he changed into the confident man he was now. Sihtric was clearly in full control of his other being too, only shifting when the Moon was full or when a situation called for it, so you chose to believe and trust him completely after you had taken a few days to yourself to let it all sink in. And you slowly began to understand him more and more.

The scars on his face had been something you used to ponder about at night, as he never gave you a clear answer to how he had gotten those. It was only after you found out about his beast-like nature that the scars, which graced his face as well as the rest of his impressive and muscular body, were claw markings he had earned in territorial brawls and violent fights over time, earning him the true alpha status he held now.

Sihtric's short temper, impatience and hunger for violence were also things you had been wary of at first, but it was already clear that he would never be aggressive towards you or those he cared for. He was only incredibly protective and possessive of you, both traits you didn't really mind as it made you feel safe and desired by a beautiful man. The way he always held you close in public or how he refused to let you walk home on your own once it was dark, it all made your heart beat faster for him. But you also never suspected Sihtric did those things out of a fear which was deeply rooted inside of him and every other werewolf; terrified of losing a loved one to a werewolf's natural enemy.

But the most peculiar thing about Sihtric were probably his sexual urges, and the fact that he seemed to have an insatiable sex drive. You could make love for an entire rainy day, and he still wouldn't be completely satisfied or even remotely tired, like a normal human would be. And for some reason he always insisted on being intimate in the dark, with the lights off and the curtains closed, which struck you as odd too, for his physical appearance was not one to be ashamed of.

Another thing was that Sihtric has a tendency to suddenly sink his teeth in your skin whenever you were intimate, never drawing blood or piercing your flesh, but hard enough to leave a mark behind on your body that was more serious than a simple love bite. You also swore you saw his eyes glow every time you had sex, one a bright red and the other a piercing blue. It seemed so inhuman, but you told yourself it had to be a reflection of some sort which simply enhanced his heterochromia. And it often felt as if his nails became sharper during intercourse, leaving scratches all over your skin and tearing up the sheets as well, and he loved to drag his tongue over your body, which felt pleasantly smooth but sometimes larger than a human tongue could possibly be. Sihtric also loves to chase you around his house whenever you'd stay over, before capturing you and throwing you on his bed, where he'd fuck you like a feral beast for hours on end. 

He couldn't explain his needs and desires to you at the time, as he did not want to frighten you with the truth that he truly was a beast, and you just figured he was an intense lover. But once you knew the truth about him, everything just made sense. And as you were in love, you weren't necessarily frightened or worried, or even fully grasping the extent of what him being a werewolf meant. 

And you couldn't even begin to imagine the horrific sights you were to witness, or the terrible stories you would hear…

You walked hand in hand with Sihtric, over a lonely path that led through darkened woods you both knew all too well. The moon was waning, barely visible as she was almost renewed again. It was a quiet and late summer night, the air was mellow and you were dressed in a loose shirt and some shorts, while Sihtric wore a sleeveless top and long dark jeans. Most people were long asleep already, but you and Sihtric were a match made in heaven as you both enjoyed the dark and quietness after sunset, and with your werewolf lover by your side you felt as if you had nothing left to fear for.

Several weeks had passed since you had fully accepted your werewolf boyfriend, and you had never been more in love. But the horrors you were to face soon, as you strolled through the woods while stealing kisses and murmuring sweet nothings to each other in the dead of night as your hands were intertwined, were horrors you would never forget for as long as your heart would beat.

'You don't dare to say it,' you giggled as you moved swiftly between the thick trees, playfully running and hiding from your beloved, who would always find you with ease due to his werewolf senses. But that didn't make it any less fun for either of you.

'Yes, I do,' Sihtric laughed as he caught you in his strong arms, and he brought you down to the ground without flexing a single muscle.

He quickly climbed on top of you and leaned in, cupping your cheeks and softly nuzzling your nose lovingly, while his low chuckle made you lightheaded and your lips curled into a smitten smile. You smelled the earthy scent of the ground beneath you as you were pinned down by a man so much stronger than you, but Sihtric had you so enchanted that you didn't even care your clothes would become dirty or your hair messy, and you had never felt more safe than you did whenever your body was pressed against his.

'Then say it,' you quietly dared him again as your hands moved up in his long loose hair, and slowly raked through it to which he closed his eyes and smiled.

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, lips faintly touching yours, 'I really do.'

Your breath hitched when you finally heard those words you had so dared him to speak, and you pulled him in, closing the last small distance that was left and your lips locked in the sweetest, yet most needy kiss possible.

'Say you love me,' Sihtric growled softly, smiling, and he gently headbutted you.

'I love you too,' you smiled and trailed your hands down his chest.

Sihtric dropped his head with a shy smile upon hearing you say it, overwhelmed with his feelings for you, which were of such force that it almost made it hard for him to breathe. But his bliss was only short lasting when he suddenly caught a scent, and he snapped his head up while his face was set serious and his mismatched eyes wide. He sat completely still, and you could see his ears wiggly faintly at something you couldn't hear.

'What?' you asked, confused while running your hands over his arms as you looked up at him, 'what is it?'

'The undead,' Sihtric said monotonically and perked up further.

'What?' you half laughed.

'The undead. I smell them.'

'Wait,' you chuckled nervously, 'you mean like… zombies?'

Sihtric scoffed lightly and shook his head.

'I wish it was zombies,' he said and pulled you up with him, 'but I mean vampires, love.'

Sihtric placed his hand on the small of your back, politely urging you to walk with him as he gradually increased his speed, wanting to bring you back home safely and far away from the scent that lingered in the air for him. But before you could make it out of the woods, you were already surrounded.

Sihtric's eyes darted over the pale and heartbeat-lacking creatures, his jaw clenched tightly while he held you in his arms and pressed firmly against him. You weren't all that up-to-date about werewolves and their rivals, but you knew like most people that vampires and lycanthropes never got along, and you clung onto your still human shaped boyfriend while one vampire stepped forward.

'Well, well,' the pale man laughed, 'a dog and it's human, and what an endearing pup you are!'

'What is it you want?' Sihtric cut to the point, 'because this is neutral ground, so there is no need for anyone to get harmed.'

'Well,' the master vampire scoffed, who looked old and ugly, 'your father killed my wife on neutral ground. So it is only fair if I return the favour and kill,' he paused and gestured at you, 'whatever she is to you.'

'I have nothing to do with what my father-'

'Ah!' the vampire exclaimed as he sniffed the air, ignoring Sihtric, 'such fresh human blood running through her veins, but sadly… not a virgin anymore. Oh, well,' the old vampire shrugged while the others grinned, 'I'll take her anyway. And sure, you may have nothing to do with your father, but you are still a werewolf of his tribe.'

'I'm not part of his tribe!' Sihtric hissed, 'I created my own.'

'But you're all the same, are you not?' the vampire spoke slowly as he crept closer, 'sneaking into houses at night… waking up defenceless mothers… asking if you can take their child away… and in their hazy and disorientated state they might just give their permission, and that's another snack earned easily, no? And, oh, how you wolves hypnotise those children, as well as the cattle of the same poor family, with just your gazes. And for what? For thinking the curse could be broken? Such foolish dogs you are…'

You listened carefully and shivered at the ideas the ancient one bestowed. You looked up at Sihtric, whose face did all but ease your fright that he could be a monster such as described. Sihtric looked away from you, as if ashamed, and he only swallowed hard in response to your gaze while he looked down at his feet. The vampire became aware of your horror, and was entertained at the idea that you would most likely be disgusted with your partner now, and he laughed.

'Oh, does she not know?' he asked Sihtric, darkly amused, 'does she also not know how you attacked the very first human you encountered in your wolf form, after your first transition? Or the other thing you have done to try and break your curse, hm? Because I know all about you, Sihtric Kjartansson, and I could tell your lovely lady here all about you.'

Sihtric suddenly snarled, and you flinched at the guttural sound as he held you protectively in his arms.

'Don't!' Sihtric bared his teeth at the vampire, 'don't you dare-'

'This beast,' the vampire mocked Sihtric and looked at you, 'has attacked numerous pregnant women in his life, yes, yes. For those silly Danish werewolves all believe that if they were to eat a fresh male foetus, thus slicing open a poor lady's womb with a single scratch of their claw to obtain the unborn child, their curse would be broken.'

You felt dizzy and sick to your stomach while the vampire snickered. You had no response, you only stared intently and quietly at the master, wishing that his words were all just lies and that Sihtric would never do such a monstrous thing or believe such a horrible superstition. And you felt Sihtric's chest heave up and down as he fought his urge to shift, while a roaring anger boiled inside of him and his arms around you became tighter, almost suffocating.

Sihtric never meant to hide his blooddrenched past from you, but it was something he was deeply ashamed of and knew it would most likely scare you away from him. He wanted to tell you everything about him, but in time. You had only just gotten used to the fact that he was a werewolf, and he intended on easing you into the awful secrets of his past, but now a truly dark page of his life was suddenly exposed to you. His early days as a young werewolf had been confusing, violent and bloody, as he had tried everything he possibly could to undo his first transformation. No matter how horrific it was, Sihtric tried everything, he even tried to undo his werewolf being by converting to Christianity at some point.

'And… did it work, wolf boy?' the elder snickered, 'killing those harmless women and eating their children?'

'Would you like to find out? You filthy fucking bloodsucker!' Sihtric threatened, and the vampires began to close in rapidly.

Sihtric shoved you behind him, and he bared his teeth at the vampires before he told you to run.

'Run and don't look back, whatever you hear,' he urged and gave you a light push, 'run home, and don't invite anyone in who might show up at your door.'

'I… I-,' you stammered, visibly shaking and still in shock after everything that had just happened, but Sihtric cut you off before you could say anything else.

'Run! Now!' he growled, and you did as you were told.

You turned and ran as fast as you possibly could to exit the woods, but when you heard the sudden sound of clothes being ripped at the seams and the awful sound of bones snapping, you stopped running. You turned to face Sihtric again while you were at a distance, and what you then witnessed couldn't be anything other than a nightmare. You saw how your boyfriend grew and ripped out of his clothes, and you heard his bones snap as he deformed and fell down on all fours. You watched and heard him grunt and growl, while every muscle in his body contracted until a sudden thick coat of fur appeared on his bare back and his face changed into that of a monstrous being. Your eyes grew wide at the horrific sight of the half man-half wolf, who had told you he loved you only moments ago. And you felt sick at the sight of his blooded claws and those sharp teeth, remembering how he had used those to devour humans and cattle with. Those same hands that had caressed you and those same teeth he had dragged over your naked body, only so carefully and full of love, unlike what he had used them for on others.

You saw how Sihtric got up on his back legs, being twice his human size and towering over the vampires like an optical illusion. His muscular torso was still recognisable, even with the thin layer of black fur covering it now. And he was a… a beast. A foul creature of the night! And yet he still had enough human traits that you recognised your boyfriend in the murderous animal in the distance. You opened your mouth as you wanted to scream at the terrifying sight, but no sound ever left your throat as you watched the horror unfold while you were nailed to the ground.

The vampires had long forgotten about you, they'd rather slaughter a werewolf than drink the blood of a polluted human who had slept with their enemy. And you then heard Sihtric's deafening and bone chilling howl echoing through the dark night as he threw his head back, and he raised his massive arms and began to swing at the vampires who dared to take their chance. You heard the nauseating sound of claws ripping through flesh and the splattering of blood against the thick trees, and the sight of limbs being ripped and torn off was a terror you would never forget, while the bone crunching sound of it made you fall to your knees, and you retched as you began to cry.

And after you had witnessed half of the vampire massacre, which seemed to happen in slow motion while in reality it all went so fast, Sihtric snapped his head towards you, and he snarled loudly at you before he was jumped by the remaining vampires. His snarl was so heavy and frightening that it rumbled through the air and made you jump up, and you began to run again as fast as your legs allowed. And as the tears rolled down your face while you ran, you covered your ears upon hearing what sounded like a dog wince and cry in pain. You knew the heartbreaking noise came from Sihtric, but you were too afraid to look back, so you ran home…

You weren't sure how much time had passed after you had reached your home and locked the doors behind you with blind panic. You only remembered running upstairs, to your bedroom, where you threw up and fainted once you sat down on your bed, not having closed your bedroom window.

You were woken up sometime later, the sky outside still dark while the streets were quiet, and you slightly raised your head up when a sudden sense of dread alarmed you. You held your breath once you caught a foul whiff of the smell of blood and flesh, and you slowly turned to face the nightmare that stood in your room, which had climbed in through your window and had shredded your curtains. You cowered at the shadowy sight of your werewolf boyfriend towering over you as he stood at the end of your bed, and you began to cry for help. Sihtric then whined and backed off, throwing his large, hairy and clawed hands up to show you he meant no harm, but he also understood you were terrified of him as you hid your face behind your hands while you muttered something that sounded like a prayer.

Sihtric was too ashamed to shift back to his human form, he couldn't possibly face you as himself, but he knew he also couldn't keep his current shape. So he crouched down and, out of your sight, shifted from his horrible werewolf figure into that of a large black coated wolf. He then carefully moved closer and climbed on your bed. You yelped and flinched at his first touch; a light headbutt to your shoulder to gain your attention, and you then slowly lowered your hands and saw the monster was no longer there anymore. Instead, there was a beautiful big black wolf staring at you, with the big and recognisable mismatched puppy dog eyes of the man you loved, and a calming sensation seemed to wash over you.

You sniffled and backed away at first when you felt his tongue wipe away your tears, but you believed he meant well and allowed him to come closer again. Sihtric headbutted you once more, lovingly, and he then wrapped his front legs around you and pushed you to lay down. You turned to face him, and you couldn't stop yourself from grabbing onto his thick fur and burying your face in it as you began to cry again. 'Sihtric,' was all you could whisper, to which he whined softly. Sihtric was heartbroken to see you like this and knowing he was the cause of it all, and he pulled you in closer with his paws. He used his big, soft and bushy black tail as a security blanket, enveloping you whole while he held you tightly wrapped in his front legs, with his big fluffy wolf head resting on top of yours.

You were safe.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Closer

Pairing: Werewolf Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 16k+ 

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: My normal warning here BUT I will add on that this one does take some dark turns, minor torture, brief mention of possible SA (nothing described or graphic), blood, werewolf things (and werewolf smut) described and mentioned. If that’s not your jam, then don’t proceed! Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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Benny Masterlist

General Masterlist

Moving to Red Feather Lakes, Colorado after graduating was the best decision for me. My parents didn’t understand why I couldn’t move back by them, no matter how many times I told them that I would never find work as a farm veterinarian in a city. 

I also needed the change of pace.

College was fine, the dating scene? Not so much. I’d have been better off trying to date my couch than the pool I seemed to be fishing from. 

I realize that Red Feather Lakes is an extremely small town, but honestly, that’s what I need. I’ve felt so disconnected from people for years, despite being surrounded by them. Maybe I’d find what I need here. 

I could always move if I had to.

The job vacancy came with a house, on-site clinic, and land on the outskirts of what the locals called “town”, which was really a small strip of buildings facing each other. This is where most of the businesses were located aside from mine. The previous vet was retiring and had placed an ad in the local paper, which had miraculously ended up online, buried beneath thousands of job posts. Lucky for me, I had a very specific search filter and found the listing, calling the phone listed as soon as I googled Red Feather Lakes, Colorado. 

Dr. Smith had been the town’s big animal veternarian for well over 50 years. Everyone knew him, even the animals, and they all loved him. I would have some big shoes to fill. He was moving to Boulder to be closer to his kids and grandkids, leaving me his house and property, along with his business. He admitted to me, with a tinge of sadness, that none of his kids had the same love of animals that we did, so no one wanted to take over the family business. 

“Oh and uh one more thing, miss….stay out of the woods at night. Especially around the full moon.”

I chuckle at his obvious jest. Except, he doesn’t smile in return.

“Are you serious?”

His face darkens, somehow aging even more. “I am. No matter what you hear. If things get…bad, you can call the Sheriff.”

Well, that’s ominous. 

“Promise me, miss.”

“I..I promise?”

He seems to accept this with a nod of his head. He shakes my hand and then turns to head to his truck outside, waving to me as he takes off, the trailer he rented bumping along with the dirt road that would lead him to the main road in and out of town.

The wind blows through my hair as I stand there watching his truck fade into the distance, the sounds of some livestock all that I hear over the breeze in the trees. Turning back to the house, I sigh and get to work unpacking, making a list of anything I would need to get in town as I’d make a trip in the morning. 

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The grocery store is more like a general store, having limited choices and random things scattered about. Their bread section has to be a joke - there’s only once choice and that’s the standard, highly processed, white bread. Staring down at the bread, I wonder if I should learn how to make my own- 

“Don’t buy that crap. Head to Saltman’s on the end of the strip. That’s where everyone gets their bread.”

The voice is deeper, a hint of a drawl to it and when I look up to match a face to the voice, I nearly choke on my own spit. Big blue eyes stare down at me from one of the most handsome men I think I’ve ever seen. He’s got to be about 6’3? 6’4? A mess of dirty blonde hair comes down around his ears, wavy and curling out at odd angles from under the baseball cap he wears. Facial hair matches his regular hair color, making him look even more ruggedly handsome than he already does, with his biceps straining at the sleeves of his shirt.

“S-Saltman’s?”

He chuckles and I think the world stopped spinning for a moment when he flashed that smile.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t stopped by Saltman’s yet.”

“I-I’m new to town.”

His warm smile makes my cheeks grow hot. 

“I could tell, sweetheart.”

“Am I that obvious?”

That earned me another chuckle.

“No…well yes but it’s more that I’ve never seen you before. Small town.”

Duh.

“Oh. Right.”

He studies my face for a moment and I’m sure he can see the heat on my face, definitely can hear my heart pounding through my chest under his gaze. 

“I think you need a town guide.”

“I get the newspaper.”

“I meant me, but yeah that would work too.”

“Oh! I’d love you! Love that! Let’s do it. TOUR! The tour, uh thing.” Why they hell can’t I remember how to have a conversation?

My stuttering doesn’t seem to phase this man. In fact, I think he finds it…endearing?

“Alrigh’ well once you check out here, I’ll take you on a tour of town and let you know what to get and where. Name’s Benny, by the way. Ben Miller.”

I think I tell him my name. I assume I did because he repeats it back to me and I nod with a dumb grin on my face. He heads out of the store, assuring me he’d be back after running a quick errand. Once he’s out of range of me, I feel like I can finally think again. What the fuck was that? I’ve never felt like that about…well about anyone before. Knowing my luck, he’s the town bachelor that sleeps around.

Not that I’d object.

True to his word, Benny returns just as I finish paying, helping me load the few bags I have into the back of my truck, anything cold going straight into the cooler I’d brought. He takes me around town, showing me the bakery, the butcher, and that there’s a farmer’s market every Saturday on the edge of the town strip where farmer’s come to sell their produce and homemade goods. He helped me gather up what I could from the remainder of my list and asked if I needed any help getting them back home.

“Oh I couldn’t impose any further.”

“If it was imposin’ I wouldn’t have offered.”

“I live out of town. I won’t ask you to drive all the way out there.”

He cocks his head and looks at me. “Wait…you’re the new vet? Takin’ over for Dr. Smith?”

“That’s me,” I say with a strained tone, lifting the last of the items into the bed of the truck.

“But…you’re all alone out there.”

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be alright.”

“I could come and make sure it’s all…safe? For you?”

Now it’s my turn to cock my head at him.

“I really do appreciate it, Benny, but I think I’m ok. If I change my mind, I imagine I could find you.”

He nods, giving me a small smile. “You could. Or you could just take this.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bit of paper and a pen, scribbling down something before handing me the paper. Looking down, I see his number.

“Did you just give me your number?”

It’s his turn to blush, red creeping up his beautiful face. “I..I only meant in case you need..somethin’.”

“Something.”

A man pokes his head out of the shop next to us and calls for Benny, breaking whatever spell he held over me. 

“I’ll see you around, Miss.”

“I hope so.”

When I get back in my truck, I bang my head on the steering wheel. I hope so? You’re such an idiot oh my God. 

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Benny turns out to be a Godsend.

Not only did he help me that first day, but he helped me assemble furniture and move things around, cleaning up the office to accept new patients (sick and injured animals wait for no one), and just being there. We became fast friends, well friends that I definitely think about fucking but that’s besides the point. I’m not willing to ruin the one good friendship I’ve made in the couple months that I’ve been here. It’s not that I haven’t tried to make friends - it’s just hard to when you’ve had your hand up a cow’s ass all day, trying to help it give birth. 

That night though, it happened again. 

The sounds moving around outside remind me of wolves, except they can’t be. It sounds much, much bigger. The first night I heard this mysterious sound outside, I remembered the warning Dr. Smith had made just before pulling out of my driveway.

Stay out of the woods at night. Especially around the full moon.

Ridiculous. The man is old, he probably heard some of the horses shuffling around and the sound bounced off the house weird. 

But then it happened again. And again. And sometimes, a cow or 2 would go missing or end up mauled. When I told the local sheriff, he just got quiet and told me to “Let it be” and that my clients would understand. I argued of course, but he was right - every single client accepted it and waved me off, mumbling something about “insurance”.

This time though, the sounds move closer to my house, as if whatever is moving around outside is scoping me out, trying to sniff out my insecurities. 

It’s late and I’m tired though. I’m probably making it up. Still, the uneasiness in my stomach doesn’t abate, the hairs on my arms standing straight no matter what logical sense my brain is trying to tell me.

I mention this to Benny when we meet for lunch the next day. His reaction is odd - he stiffens, staring almost through me as he asks me a zillion questions. 

“I don’t know, Benny, it’s happened a lot. I mean, I’m probably making it up right? A mountain lion or something got the cows and my brain is trying to process the sounds I hear outside, especially with being alone out there.”

“We do have…wolves…in our woods.”

“This was more than a wolf, Ben. If it was a pack, I’d still be surprised. This sound sounds huge.”

“Would you mind if I came to take a look?”

“I got rid of the dead cows, but yeah sure. You’re welcome to. Then you can tell me how crazy I’m being.”

Benny follows me back after lunch and takes a long walk around the perimeter of not only my house, but my property. It’s almost as if he’s trying to sniff out whatever seems to be going on, but he comes up empty handed. 

“Well Detective Miller. Any thoughts? Or should I commit myself?”

No smile. Shit.

“Bad joke. I’m sor-”

“Somethin’ is goin’ around but…just stay inside at night, ok? You got a gun or somethin’?”

“I’m sorry?”

“A gun. Somethin’ to protect yourself with? You should, bein’ out here on your own.”

“Uh…I think Dr. Smith left one. Hold on.”

Grabbing the shotgun he’d left me, along with a box of shells, I hand Benny the gun. He inspects it, making sure it’s good to go and even offers to teach me how to use it, giving me a few makeshift lessons. He goes out to his truck and returns with a smaller box of shells, handing them to me, a heavy weight behind his eyes. 

“If you hear that sound again, use these. They’re for uh…big game.”

“Oh really? That’s cool. Thanks Ben!”

“Welcome…listen, I gotta head back home but please stay inside at night? No matter what? And call me if you need anythin’.”

“What if I just need a night cap?”

“I’m bein’ serious.”

“So am I.”

He stares at me for a few moments and that feeling I got when I first met him flares to life. Honestly, it never stops when I’m around him, like I’m drawn to him, like he’s the only person in the world. 

“Promise me.”

“Ok, ok. I promise.”

Without hesitation, he pulls me to him, wrapping his long arms around me, engulfing me in his warmth, his scent like pine and dirt and something more primal. He’s never hugged me before and I’m not even sure what to do as my brain seems to be malfunctioning. I manage to wrap my arms back around him and I swear he sniffs my head before backing off, waving as he heads back to his truck and heads back into town.

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The next few nights, all is normal and quiet as it should be. Maybe Benny put his scent over everything and it turned the animals away.

Chuckling to myself, I head into town and stop at the market to pick up something for dinner. Groaning at the limited choices for a dinner for one, I finally settle on something and head back to my truck. Before I pull out, I see Benny a few stores down, chatting to Maria, the town hair stylist, who is drop dead gorgeous of course.

I have no right to be jealous, insanely jealous, and I know that. But still, seeing him smile at her as she twirls hair around her finger just hurts.

Men.

Wallowing in my own self pity throughout my sad dinner, I finally decide to get out for once. Usually my trips into town consist of food and errands, never really branching out. I never really have the time. But tonight? I’ll make an exception.

Sitting at the bar of the only bar in town, I take a sip of my Jack and Coke and look around. It’s pretty full for such a small town, but then again, it may be the only place to be social outside of the local church. 

I reach the bottom of my glass, ice pushing against my lips, and I pathetically wonder what Benny is doing tonight. Or who he’s doing. Fuck, I hate feeling this way. Before I can decide if I want another drink or not, a muscular, tattooed arm reaches out from right next to me, flagging the bartender down. 

“She’ll have another.”

I open my mouth to say that she can in fact order her own drinks, but then I remember why I’m there. Turning towards the man who ordered me a drink to thank him, my voice gets caught in my throat. He’s tall, maybe an inch or so shorter than Benny, longer blonde hair that’s just able to be tucked under his ears. Tattoos line his arms and one up his neck, the bottom disappearing under a tight, white shirt. His eyes are pale blue and a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. By all accounts, he should be handsome. I should be flattered this man picked me out of everyone here.

But I can’t shake this feeling, this uneasiness creeping throughout my stomach. Odd, because it’s the exact odd feeling I have when whatever is creeping around my house is-

“You looked thirsty.”

He looks at me for a response and I feel like I need to give him something. But all I want is to leave his vicinity.

“I…I’m good, actually.”

He chuckles and a chill goes up my spine, fanning out to my limbs.

“You’re the new farm vet, right? We haven’t officially met yet. I’m Will.”

I’m trying to swallow back my uneasiness around him. I’m used to having to fend off creepy people with bad vibes but this is…this is something more.

 “I am.” I tell him my name and he leans closer to me, all of my flight or fight response going to FLIGHT FLIGHT FLIGHT!

When he’s closest, I swear he smells me, which makes me want to vomit. But then he’s pulling back, my new drink in his hand which he offers to me. Planting a probably shaky smile on my face, I take it, his fingers brushing mine, cold tension rushing through my hand and shooting up my arm. I don’t take a sip.

“So, what do you do for fun, doc?”

“Oh, I’m not fun. I mostly just work.”

“Ah come on. You’ve gotta let loose sometime.” He sits on the stool next to me as I set the drink on the bar, trying to hide the fact that my hands are shaking. 

“Really, I’m good. I’m sure there’s plenty of women here that would love your attention.”

I can feel his eyes raking over my body, studying me. 

“Maybe. But you’re the most interesting person here.”

“Just what a girl wants to hear. That’s she’s interesting.”

He laughs, his head tossing back with it, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and I take advantage of the momentary pause in his study of me to stand up.

“I”ve gotta use the bathroom.”

Will shoots his thumb over his shoulder. “It’s back through the hall.”

I know his eyes are on me as I navigate the crowd, like a hunter stalking it’s prey. I have to get out of here. I can’t stay in this bar, not with him here. Lucky for me, there seems to be more people here and I’m able to make way to a group of them that happen to be heading outside. Safety in numbers, right? Except, when they get outside they turn in the opposite direction of my truck.

Shit.

I decide to go for it, hugging the building and heading around it towards the side, glancing over my shoulder to check that Will hasn’t come out to find me, when I collide with something very warm and very solid. I don’t need to look up to know who it is.

“Benny!” I gasp out and he grabs me, preventing me from falling flat on my ass in the dirt parking lot. Once I regain my balance, I throw my arms around him. I can feel him stiffen slightly under my embrace and I wonder if I’ve crossed a line-

“Hey, it’s ok. Ssshhh….are you alright? You’re damn near shakin’ out of your shoes.”

“I-I- there was a man hitting on me in there. Something about him is just…wrong.”

He stiffens again. “Let’s get you to your truck. Where’r you parked?”

He escorts me around to my truck, gently taking my keys from me when he sees the slight shake still lingering in my hands. “Let me drive.”

“But what about your truck?”

He waves me off. “I can get it later. I know the bar owner, he won’t mind.” Benny helps me into the truck, closing the door and quickly moving around to the driver’s side. He slides the seat back and hops in, making sure I’m good before he starts the drive back to my house.

“Did anyone touch you?”

“No.”

“Hurt you?”

“No.”

“Say anythin’ bad to you?”

“I mean…he just said regular guy stuff. I just…it’s just a feeling, Ben. I don’t know how to describe it.”

He’s quiet for a few moments and I swear I can hear him thinking. “Could you try?”

“Try what?”

“To describe the feelin’.”

“I uh…sure-wait. Where are we going? My house is that way.” I point out the window in the opposite direction of where we were heading.

“I know. I’m uh..bringing you to my place. If that’s ok? Shit, I should’ve asked first. ‘M sorry.”

“No that’s..that’s actually  good idea. He knew who I was so he knows where I live. Fuck, am I going to be able to go home ever?”

Benny reaches over and tentatively places his hand on my thigh, his warmth and presence seeping through the dark denim I was wearing and helping the shakes to slow and eventually stop. 

We ride the rest of the way in silence, Benny allowing me the time to calm myself. His presence though, how can someone light me up and soothe me all at the same time? 

When we get to his place, a small, 2 bedroom cabin on the lake, he helps me out and into the home, immediately heading over to start the fire in the stone fireplace that takes up a large portion of his small living room. 

“Want some tea?” He offers.

“Absolutely. I’ll have-”

He smiles. “I know what you like.”

Sure enough, several minutes later, when I’m nice and toasty under the big flannel blanket he keeps draped over the back of his couch, he reappears, 2 mugs in hand, handing me mine before he sets his down on the coffee table. And of course - it’s exactly my favorite. Taking a sip, I let out a small moan of thanks and he nods, shifting from foot to foot. I move the blanket back a bit, an obvious offering to cuddle on in, but he hesitates. 

“You sure?”

I roll my eyes. “Of course.”

He sits down and slides under the blanket, helping me to cuddle up to his side. As he holds me, I feel the last bit of my nerves melt away, complete trust in this man I’ve only known a few months. 

“So what’s the feelin’ like? Were you able to find the words?”

I let out a huff of air. “It’s…it’s like…he didn’t say anything to creep me out. I mean, he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, really. It’s just his presence? It was like my fight or flight response was turned on to flight the entire time. The way he looked at me, like I was dinner or something. Like, he literally smelled me-”

“He smelled you?”

“Yeah. Like honestly, a whiff. I think he thought he was being slick and hiding it but I saw. I don’t know, Benny. He just…he really gave me vibes like - oh! Sort of like whatever the fuck is crawling around my place….wait. You don’t think it’s him out there, do you?”

Benny is quiet for while, his thinking making me fidget, fingers picking at the blanket. “I don’t think..he… is there, no. It’s probably just the same uneasy feelin’ you get.”

“Yeah but it’s more than uneasy. It’s..it makes my stomach turn, like I’m going to throw up if I don’t get away from him, like my body is trying to crawl out of itself to get away from him, I couldn’t stand to be near him it was making me want to scream and run and just… I don’t know. The complete opposite to how I feel around you.”

“...How you feel around me?”

Shit.

“Uh yeah, you know. You make me feel, um..safe and…shit.”

“Safe and shit?”

“Well it’s more intense than that, it’s just…the opposite feeling…”

“The safe part or the shit part?” I can hear the smile in his voice and turn my head up to him.

“Both parts. You know what I mean, you asshole. You just..make me feel…so…”

Shit what’s happening? He’s looking down at me and I just can’t remember words, drowning in his blue eyes as they flicker between mine and my lips, his face moving closer to mine, the air practically popping with electricity. I close my eyes, more than ready for our lips to finally meet, but instead I feel him pulling back, sliding out from under the blanket, taking his warmth with him.

“‘M sorry. We can’t- I can’t.”

“Why not?” My voice sounds so small but so loud in the quiet of the room.

“It…it would be a bad idea. Us. Together.”

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

“Is it because I’m not as pretty as Maria?”

“Who the fuck- Maria? The hair lady?”

“Oh come on, Ben, don’t be shy. I saw you in town flirting with her-”

“Maria and I aren’t anythin’.”

“Ok, sure Ben. I know what I saw. It’s ok though - we’re just friends. We’d be, what did you say? Bad together.”

“That’s not what I meant-”

“I’m tired, Ben. Can I have the couch to myself?”

He stares at me for a few more moments and I can feel he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods, turning to head down the hall to his room. “You know where to find me if you need somethin’.”

What I hate the most about all of this is that, even though I’m laying here crying, surrounded by his things, and I should be hurt, which I am, the feelings he’s given me since day one are still there, strong as ever, like we’re attached by some invisible force.

Groaning, I roll over and try to sleep. It doesn’t come easy.

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In the morning, Benny is back to his usual self, determined to keep our friendship intact. Honestly, I can’t imagine my life without him, so I match his energy, throwing a pancake at his face when he cracks some lame joke.

For the most part, our friendship doesn’t suffer, despite having a few more of these almost moments. I know he feels what I feel but for some reason, he’s not allowing himself to pursue those feelings and is not willing, or ready, to discuss it. So for now, friendship and flirting it is.

Will hasn’t approached me whenever I’ve been in town, but for the most part, I never see him. Maybe he only lurks around at night, when I make a point of not being in town. Whatever moves around outside though has come back. Not daily, but enough to have me sleeping with that gun on my side table. 

A few months after the bar incident, I’m driving home from town a little late. I finally made a new friend, Aspen, who sighed and nodded at my questioning look at her name. “Yes, like the town. My parents thought they were being funny. It’s not too terrible until you get the nick name Ass.” She was the local librarian and funny as hell. We’d been out having dinner at the one cafe you could, my promise to myself and Benny that I’d be home before dark until someone could figure out what was roaming around outside long forgotten. 

“Shit,” I say to myself, squinting down the dark, dirt road as I head out of town and towards my distant farmhouse. 

It’s so dark, I nearly pass the entrance to my property, the long dirt driveway almost hidden amongst the brambles and dust flying up from my truck. I turn in, not bothering to lock the gate as usual, in case anyone had an emergency in the middle of the night. It doesn’t happen often but it does happen. 

“FUCK!” I slam on my breaks, angling my truck so as not to hit…whatever the fuck is in the road.

A massive pile of the most beautiful golden fur I’ve ever seen is crumbled on the group in a heap. It’s nearly the width of my driveway and if it were to stand up could easily be…maybe 9 feet tall?l Whatever it is is breathing, but it’s having a hard time of it and I can see patches of blood matted up in its fur, illuminated by my headlights. 

Without thinking, I jump from my truck, quickly but cautiously approaching the..wolf? This is a wolf? As I walk around the front of the golden fur mass, I see now it has a head and snout, just like that of a wolf. A massive wolf. I have never seen wolves this size. Outside of fairy tale books, anyway. 

Gently, I get down on my knees, near it’s head, trying to keep myself in its line of vision. I should be freaking out, running the other way screaming at the sight of this thing but I don’t. I can’t explain it but this wolf makes me feel…calm? Secure? Familiar, almost. 

Speaking calmly, I say “Hey there…wolf. I’m going to help you, ok? Please don’t bite me.”

The wolf lets out of a huff and cracks one eye open ever so slightly, scanning my face for several moments before taking in my whole body. From what I can see in the dark, the wolf has blue eyes but what shade I can’t tell, the headlight blocking the small detail. It sniffs the air and I place my upturned hand nearer its snout, feeling a warm puff of air blow across my hand with its exhale.

Apparently I’m no threat because the wolf’s eyes close and a near sigh escapes it and it’s like it visibly relaxes, knowing I’m there to take care of it. I start using my eyes to scan its body…wait…his body, and see there are several injuries that look like it may have been in a fight with something. What would attack a wolf this size? 

Another wolf this size. 

Shaking my head to get rid of that thought, I speak to the wolf.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry.”

Grabbing my emergency kit from the backseat, I drop down by the wolf again, putting on my headlamp so I can direct the light where I need it to go. I’m able to wipe away some of the blood, many of the wounds being more superficial. But there are deeper ones that will need stitches, ones that looks like bite marks from a similarly sized wolf. I know they hurt to touch, but the wolf merely lets out small growls, not directed at me but at the pain, and he doesn’t move, staying still to allow me to help him. 

I manage to stitch up the deeper wounds, but he definitely needs more care, probably some scans to take a look inside to check for internal bleeding. Question is, how the fuck am I going to get him to my clinic?

“Hey, wolf. I need to see more of you. Can you walk?” Why I’m trying to ask him to walk when he doesn’t speak English, I have no clue. But something about me helps to calm him and he cracks open that eye again, studying me. 

“You’re a good boy,” I say, tentatively reaching forward to give him a scratch behind the ears. His eye closes again and a rumble comes from his chest as he turns his head slightly so I’ll scratch under his jaw. 

“Can you walk?” I ask him again, willing him to understand. 

He gives me one more look but holy shit he’s trying to get up. I think he understands-

A loud yelp and a huff has him back on the ground. He’s too weak.

“O..k…this is ok. I’ll uh, pull my truck over. I have a lift - we can get you in the back.”

One big eye slow blinks at me as he starts to pant. I think he gets it, so I give him another pat and jump back in my truck, maneuvering it around so the back is as close to him as I can get. I hit the lift button as I get out and hear the creak of the mechanics working to lower the ramp. All I have to illuminate the area is my headlamp, but I’m eerily calm about the whole thing. 

“Alright. All we have to do is get you-” I point to the wolf “-on here.” I point to the metal slab that’s fully flat against the dirt. “Can you do that?”

He lets out a small, for him, mfff, taking a deep breath before pushing himself up, shying away from places I’ve stitched up but also other places that I didn’t, which tells me there’s something going on inside.

Holy fuck he’s huge. He manages to get up on all fours and is easily around 6 feet, but he’s slouching due to the injuries. He wobbles and I rush forward, throwing all of my might into his side to help prop him up. He takes a moment acclimate, but manages to take a few steps forward onto the metal lift, plopping down the moment I say “Good boy!”

The metal groans and I pray to anyone listening that it holds together. It’s not meant for whatever this wolf weighs, but it has held a fair amount. Hopping out, I close the gate and run around, jumping into the driver’s seat and being as careful as I can to not jostle the injured wolf too much. 

Backing into my office, I hear the metal bolts side in place on the sides of my lift, waiting for me to press the button to pull it out onto the large table. I get all of that in motion while I grab what I’ll need, turning on all the lights and making sure the clinic’s door is closed and locked, all curtains closed. 

The wolf is patient, staying as still as he can while I complete my tests, only yelping a few times when I touch some sore places. He does have a couple of cracked ribs and some bruising, and one of his legs was definitely chomped on, but he should make a full recovery.

“I think you’ll make it,” I smile at him, gently scratching his jaw how he likes. Speaking more to myself, I start to say “Let me grab some painkillers for this guy-”

As I tried to move to get the meds, the wolf turns his head and grabs my hand with his teeth. He leaves no mark and it’s not a violent move, but…does he not want pain meds?

“They’ll help you to relax and get some rest.”

He doesn’t drop my hand. 

“Really, it would help-”

A sound that I can only describe as a wolfish sound of exasperation escapes him and I can’t help but chuckle. “You wanna suffer then, huh? Alright. Whatever you want.”

He releases my hand and I pet him again. “You are the most gorgeous…wolf?” He let’s out a small bark of affirmation. “You are a wolf then..the biggest one I’ve ever seen, but you are a pretty boy.” 

One last pat and I start to walk away when the most pitiful sounding wine escapes him.

“You don’t want me to leave you be?”

Another whine tells me he doesn’t. “Ok, but if you get hungry or thirsty, just…nudge me or something and I’ll bring you something. Ok?”

Another boof tells me he understands. I stand next to the table, calmly petting and scratching his head. That same low, deep grumble coming from his chest for a few moments before his jaw closes around my wrist, slightly tugging me towards him.

“You want me up there with you?”

He replies with another small, gentle tug and I give in, climbing carefully up onto the metal table, grabbing my discarded jacket and putting it down next to him so I can sit on it. I scoot up close to him and he eventually drops my wrist, making small noises until he has me where he wants me, which is right up against his chest, nestled into the side of his neck. He has no injuries where my back leans against him, so I do. He’s so warm and comforting and seems to relax as I cuddle in closer. I can’t explain it, but this feels…right. I feel a pull towards this wolf, almost like I do when I’m around….

—

When I wake in the morning, he’s gone, my body gently laying on my jacket, the only sign of him the stray hairs he left behind, the only thing telling me I didn’t make the entire thing up. 

I clean up, making sure everything is back in its place, pulling my truck around front to its regular parking spot by my house. Going about my day, I can’t get the beautiful, golden wolf out of my head, how massive he was, like nothing I’ve ever seen. 

As late afternoon approaches, I realized I needed to start cooking dinner as Benny would be over any moment. I shoot him a text confirming his weekly dinner plans with me at my house. He’s been coming nearly every week, tolerating my cooking, devouring my baking, and bringing the occasional take out and alcohol.

Me: Hey - you still coming? I have steak.

…

Several minutes pass, which is very odd for Benny.

Benny: Not today. Have a project. Raincheck?

That’s odd.

Me: Sure. Everything ok?

…

Benny: yeah just won’t finish in time. See you soon

Well, I guess it’s just me then. 

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I don’t see Benny for a few days and his texts are sporadic, telling me he’s in a place with spotty reception. Which honestly pans out because this town has spotty reception even in the best places. 

I’m standing in my kitchen, willing the oven to just work already, when I hear a truck pull up. Abandoning the oven, I walk over to glance out the window and see Benny pull up, getting out of his own truck. Throwing open the front door, I stand there, arms crossed, trying to put a mad expression on my face but failing miserably.

“Where have you been, Mr. Miller?”

He grabs a couple of bags from the passenger side and a case of beer, closing the door with a flick of his hip, which makes me squirm. 

“I know, I know. ‘M sorry. But I come with gifts!” He holds up the bags and beer, a smile spreading across his beautiful face as he jerks his head to move his hair out of his face.

He walks right up to me, standing closer than is socially acceptable between “just friends”, staring down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and it sends shivers throughout my body. 

“What sort of gifts?”

“Mama J’s home cookin’.”

“Did you get pie?”

“Wouldn’t be Mama J’s without it.”

“You’re forgiven.”

He laughs and I move aside to let him in, unable to stop myself from watching him walk into the kitchen. He starts unloading the bags and glances at my open oven.

“Problem?” He nods towards the oven as he continues to pull out food, their delicious aromas filling the kitchen.

“Yeah. Damn thing won’t heat up anymore. Probably will have to replace it,” I shrug, snatchign a hush puppy from it’s to-go container and popping it in my mouth.

Benny glances back at the stove before looking at me. “I can take a look if you’d like?”

“You can look at whatever you want.”

Was that a blush I caught on his face? Before I can be sure, he’s turned away, grabbing the bottle opener from the drawer and popping open two beers, handing one to me. He takes a long swig and I copy him, feeling his eyes glance in my direction.

We eat and catch up, laughing and chatting like normal, finishing off most of the food and beer. True to his word, Benny grabs the toolbox from the barn and plops himself down, poking around the oven for a bit, still chatting with me as I clean up. A loud pop! sounds and I jump, Benny backing out of the oven and closing the door. He turns a few knobs and I hear the oven click on, heating already starting to permeate the room. 

“You fixed it!”

A large hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck. “It was nothin’.”

“You saved me from having to buy a whole new one. It’s not nothin’ to me.”

“Whatever you need, I’m your guy.”

The room fills with tension and I laugh nervously to try and break it. “Uh…how about a beer? To celebrate?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Benny pops open the last 2 and hands me one. We click our bottles together and drink, some beer leaking out and dripping down my neck. 

“Shit!” I say, looking around for a napkin.

Before I can, Benny is there, standing too close, filling my nose with the scent of him, like woods and dirt and beer, his large hands wrapping around the back of my head, his thumb slightly brushing over the trail of beer down my neck. I can feel his breath on my face, the closeness of him, and it’s nearly unbearable. I look up at him, his bright blues finding my eyes, searching my face quickly, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of something he so desperately wants. 

And then his lips are on mine, crashing into me like a wave, his scent enveloping me as his tongue pushes at mine, his fingers tightening in my hair as he slightly moans into my mouth. The tension we’ve held between us, the obvious attraction and pull we’ve had towards each other since the first moment we’ve met pops and it lights me up, my fingers grabbing and pulling at the buttons on the flannel shirt he’s wearing, desperately trying to rid each other of the clothes we’re wearing. 

Suddenly, he pulls back and tosses me over his shoulder like it’s nothing, chuckling at the squeal I let out on my way up. He makes his way to my bedroom, kicking open the door as he sets me down in front of him, pulling me to him and resuming kissing. 

Clothes are pried from our bodies, heavy breathing fills the room as he kisses and sucks at my nipples, pulling all sorts of sounds from me that I’ve never heard before. He starts to kiss further down but I stop him, pulling him back up towards my face.

“I need you, Benny.”

“I need you, sweetheart.”

He pushes in, eyes on my face as my head flies back, whines and moans coming from deep within. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had, but fucking hell I would let him split me open like this again and again forever. I can feel every inch of him, slowly inching his way inside of me. It’s like we’re a perfect fit, always destined for each other. Wrapping my legs around him, my hands start gripping at his arms of their own accord. 

And then he moves.

Slowly moving out and back in, letting me adjust but also watching me come undone beneath him, an extra thrust deep inside has me screaming his name in no time, clenching around him as my body tightens and explodes. When I open my eyes, I can see Benny holding his shut tight, his motions becoming more held back.  

“You don’t have to hold back. I can take it.”

His eyes fly open and he looks down at me. “I don’t think you know what you’re sayin’, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, Benny. I need you to fuck me.”

His eyes darken, lust fully taking over and he grunts, pinning my arms to either side of my head as his thrusts pick up, pushing into me hard as I whine his name. He leans down, biting my shoulder and fuck does that feel good, a load moan escaping me. 

“Fuck!”

Benny pulls back, letting go of my arms and gripping my hips, flipping me around, my hands slapping down on the mattress. I barely stop bouncing from the movement before he’s inside me, rutting into me roughly and setting a quick pace that lights my entire body up. His large hand is on my upper back, pushing me down into the mattress, his other one with an increasingly harder grip on my hip. I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin, his breathing coming out more like huffs across me, and…was that an actual growl?

Air blows across my back as my skin pimples as Benny pulls out of me quickly, feet padding quickly across the floor and I hear the bathroom door slam shut. I am…confused. I know he didn’t finish but I had assumed he was feeling at least good?

Sounds from the bathroom finally break through my haze of confusion - scrambling, snufflung, groans, and my stuff clattering to the floor. I get up, wrapping the blanket around me and knock on the door.

“Benny? Are you ok?”

A low growl and grumble is my only response, the shuffling and scraping continuing.

“Do you need help?”

No response, but a few moments later, the noises all stop. I open my mouth to call his name, but the door flies open, Benny quickly pushing past me without even looking at me, a mumbled “Don’t feel good” all I can make out as he throws on his boxers, grabs his clothes, and basically runs out the door. 

Momentarily stunned, I finally move, making it to the front door when I hear his truck hauling ass down my driveway, dirt flying up and obstructing my view.

What the fuck just happened?

Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt him and cause him to do whatever it was? No, this was definitely mutually agreed upon. And he was the one being rough with me…

I turn to head to the stairs, fighting back the tears that had started build the more I thought about how he couldn’t even look at me, tossing some lame excuse over his shoulder as he ran away from me as fast as he could. He always said we’d be bad together.

And then my eyes land on his jacket, casually tossed over the back of the couch when he had first entered my house, and I can’t help it - the tears start to fall, streaming down my face as I pick up the coat. I look at it for a moment before bringing it to my face, softly inhaling the scent of Benny before I collapse on the couch, crying into the soft fabric.

What did I do wrong?

The smell of him filling my head starts to hint at a memory. A familiar feeling from a very furry, very large patient….

I jump up from the couch, the jacket clutched in my fist as I head back upstairs, dropping the blanket from around my body and taking a breath before I enter my bathroom.

Everything on the counters was now on the floor, some split open and leaking gel and soap all over the floor, obvious skid marks from his feet in the bubbles, which must have caused the shuffling sound I’d heard. The curtain was pulled down, cut in a few places. There were a few deep gouges in my tile floor and some scratches on the sink and countertop. And then I see them - golden hairs, just a few, stuck in the soap all over my floor and a few on the edge of the sink. Things start to slide into place, impossible things, yet I know in my gut that I’m right.

Throwing on some clothes, I run out of the house, jumping into my truck and driving as fast as I could towards Benny’s cabin, images of the fantastical from all the fantasy stories and movies I’d ever seen dancing in front of me. 

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“Benny!” My fist is pounding against his front door, echoing across the front porch. “I know you’re here!”

His truck is in the driveway, parked quickly and haphazardly, the driver’s side door still halfway open, as if he had jumped from the truck rather quickly. The dirt around the open door is distrubed, boot marks and scuff marks litter the ground and lead towards the woods surrounding his cabin. 

“Benny - I know….and I’m fine with it. Just…please come talk to me.”

His hearing has to be good, right? Several long moments pass before I feel him, rather than see him, come towards me from the woods. He’s fully shifted, that giant golden wolf I had treated months prior, quietly padding towards me with barely any sound. It’s amazing something so massive could make such little sound, but I suppose that’s part of the whole being a predator thing. 

As he walks towards me, I see his body start to shift and sort of shimmer. Not like glitter but more like too many things happening at once, when suddenly he appears directly in front of me in human form, staring down at me with those baby blues I love so much.

“Hey, Ben. You…are you ok?”

He chuckles. “You just saw me change from a wolf to a human and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

“Well…you did run out of my bedroom rather quickly.”

“‘M sorry about that, sweetheart. I - you did nothing wrong. Fuck you’ve done everything right. It’s me who’s the fuck up - oh shit! I’ll replace your bathroom-”

Now it’s my turn to chuckle. “I’m not worried about it, Benny.”

His eyes find mine again, switching from staring into one and then the other. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Which part?”

“The…you’re ok with-” he gestures towards himself “-everything.”

I take a deep breath, inhaling the cool night air as I let my eyes roam down his-naked- body and back up. 

“Especially if this is how you walk around normally.”

He seems to realize he’s naked finally and he smiles. “Didn’t seem to bother you a bit ago…but…are you sure? You’d really want…all of me?”

With one step, I close the distance between us, my hands sliding up his bare, warm chest to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling a low rumble in his chest. “There isn’t any part of you I don’t want. I’ve been drawn to you since I first met you, Benjamin Miller. And nothing is going to change that.”

He kisses me then, greedily and hungry, as if no one has ever accepted him, truly accepted him before. He taps the back of my thighs and lifts me as I jump to wrap my legs around him, having zero issues with holding any of my weight. His kisses are needy, but not just for sexual desire. It’s like he needs me, to be accepted fully as he is, and I’m determined to prove my love for him.

Love? Is that what this is?

It has to be. The tangle of knots and butterflies coursing through my body tells me it’s more than primal instinct. The feeling of soft sheets against my back brings me back to reality and it’s only now I notice that my clothes are gone, Benny hovering over me and kissing a path down my neck, pulling such sounds from me that they sound foreign to my ears. He glances back to my face, his full of question and concern, worry that I’m going to back out.

In response, I wrap my legs around him, trying to push his hips forward into mine and to my surprise, he lets me, slowly pushing inside of me while his eyes stay on my face, taking it all in again as if he’s seeing me differently since things were revealed. He starts to set a pace, softer than I thought he would, as if he were afraid to break me. I take his face in my hands and he pauses, waiting for me to speak.

“I’m not going to break, Ben.”

“What?” His voice is restrained, constricted.

“Just…you can be rough with me too. I can take it.”

His eyes darken. “Are you…are you sure?”

“Fuck yes!”

The words barely leave my mouth before he grips my wrists, pinning them to either side of my head and setting a rough pace, fucking me up the bed with each thrust, lighting up my entire body and making my brain go all fuzzy. When I’m able to focus, I look at his face and his eyes flash, no longer the bright blue but an orange yellow, his ears starting to do that weird shimmer thing. He freezes and moves to pull out, but I take advantage of him dropping my wrists to grab onto him.

“Don’t go,” I beg him. I’m not above begging at this point. 

His fiery eyes darken and when he speaks, it doesn’t sound like him, almost as if his voice is transitioning to…well, something else. 

“I don’t…I can’t…”

“Ssshhh hey, it’s ok. Just…stop moving for a minute. Come here.” I pull his head towards my chest, having him lay it there. He listens to my heart for several long moments and I feel his body relax into mine. When he pushes himself back up, the blue eyes are back.

“That…I’ve never been able to do that before.”

“Do what?”

“Calm myself down from shifting. I mean, I can slow it down, but usually I have to shift. It’s really…difficult to control.”

“Well, if you needed further proof that I meant what I said, then that was it.”

“I fuckin’ love you.”

Silence.

“Shit, sweetheart, ‘m sor-”

“I love you too.”

He smiles, his bright, wide smile that I love so much, and he kisses me, slowly starting up a newer, slower pace as he brings me over the edge several times that night before finally coming himself. We collapse together on the bed, our heavy breathing mixing together in the near silent room. 

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A month passes before Benny is spending most of his time by me, trying to get all of my patients used to his presence. He’s explained some of his culture to me, and why some of the livestock go missing from time to time. He has to survive on something, and since he’s no longer consuming…well humans, then it has to be whatever else he can find.

“Are there any more like you around here?”

His back stiffens and he stares off for a moment, a hard, pensive look on his face. “Yes.”

I nod, thinking. “Are they what was coming around my house?”

He’s quiet for a few moments. “Yes. Although, sometimes it was me. I was trying to leave my scent around as much as possible. I’d hoped they’d leave you alone.”

“Well it mostly worked. For bits of time anyway.”

He also tells me he can shift virtually at will, although he feels compelled, nearly almost forced to during the full moon. The younger you are, the less you can control it, which is what makes newly turned weres so much more dangerous.

When I asked him if he had a pack, I was half kidding, assuming werewolves were more solitary, sort of like they are in most media. But when he didn’t answer right away, I knew something was wrong. 

He quietly told me how he had belonged to a pack led by his brother, Will. Yes, Will, as in that guy that gave me the major bad vibes at the bar that one night. So maybe I wasn’t making it up that he had sniffed me. 

“What happened?”

His face gets hard, anger etched in every corner. “I didn’t want to feed on humans any more. Will…disagreed.”

Oh.

“Well that explains why he gave me such bad vibes. I didn’t know he was your brother.”

“Will doesn’t always remember himself. He’s a lot more…he gives into his primal side most of the time. And it doesn’t end pretty for anyone he’s truly set his sights on. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

“I’ve been actively avoiding him since that night. No problems there.”

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Some time goes by and we’ve settled into a nice little routine. Benny still has his cabin and will spend time there, but mostly he’s by me. I know he wants to just be around me but I also know he’s keeping an eye out for me, whether in human form or wolf form, running around in my woods. Probably marking territory or something. Do werewolves even do things like that?

It’s a little late tonight, Benny having shifted and taken off into the woods. It’s getting nearer to the next full moon and I know he gets spurts of anxiety about having to shift with the moon, even though he has complete control of himself around me. He still asks me nearly daily if I’m truly ok with him, always giving me an out if I want it.

As if I could ever leave him. He’s too entwined in my heart, in my entire being. I love this man, all of this man, more than I thought I could love anyone.

I’m just finishing up a late snack for Ben - ok, more like an entire meal of raw steak and potatoes, when I hear the front door open and close. Taking care to not spill steak blood all over my counter, I don’t turn right away to greet him.

“You’re late tonight. Everything ok?”

As I finish my sentence, I feel it. The creeping feeling in the pit of my stomach, the hairs on my arms and neck all standing at alert, my feet itching to run away.

Will.

I’d gotten too comfortable, the gun with the special silver bullets that Benny had given me in the other room of no use to me. There’s no way I’d be able to make it there on time without being grabbed by Will…or worse. But I have to try, don’t I? I won’t go down without at least trying. 

“If you wanted dinner with your brother, you should’ve called. I’d have made you one too.”

A dark chuckle sounds behind me, much closer than I thought he’d be. “Who says I’m here for him?”

“I’m flattered.”

That deep, dark chuckle sounds again, rattling around in my brain, which is yelling at me to run. 

“You don’t have to act brave. I can smell your fear.”

I pause for a moment, straining to hear anything from outside, any sound of Benny possibly coming to my rescue. Hearing none, I take a slow, deep breath before I move. 

Turning quickly, I throw the plate with the 2 bloody, raw steaks on it directly at Will’s face. I have pretty good aim and it hits him just where I want it to, but I don’t wait around to see what he does next. Bolting from the kitchen, I make it through the back family room, nearly to the gun’s hiding place before he’s on me, handing curling around my throat and tightening, pulling me back towards him as he spins me in his grip to face him.

Steak blood trickles down his face, dripping into his lips, his tongue darting out to lick it as it does. His eyes, once a light blue, are dark, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth that’s alluding to more horrors to come. His thick fingers tighten more around my neck, just barely allowing me to breathe as I claw at his hand, knowing there was no way I’d be able to pry his fingers from around me. 

“You’ll be my 142nd kill, darlin’.”

142?

“I can see why my brother cares for you. You’ve got fire in you and-” his finger comes up to caress my jaw and it makes me want to vomit “-you’re very pretty. Maybe we can have some fun before I kill you.”

I don’t like how his eyes take on a slight reddish, orange hue as he says fun, that dark glint sending shivers throughout my body, my brain still screaming at me to run, despite my lack of adequate oxygen.

Suddenly his smile widens and he pulls me to him and I think ‘this is it. I’m about to die right now’, when he turns me around and there’s Benny in the doorway, deep scratches across his chest, bleeding slightly but they look superficial. He obviously had been in some sort of fight, but he definitely won. He’s completely naked, but even still, his presence seems to take up the entire room, attempting to dominate over his brother’s. 

“Drop. Her. Now.” His voice is calm, but the tone behind it is a warning. 

Will chuckles again and if I wasn’t choking, taking in small gasps of air, I’d have vomited from the sound of it. 

“I used to wonder what you saw in this..human..what would make you stay away from the pack-”

“You know I left the pack long before I met her. She has nothin’ to do with it so let her go.”

“You can’t live like this. On animal blood. You need to come back to the pack, little bro. You need us-”

“I don’t need any of you.”

Will nods, his fingers flexing across my throat. “I guess you don’t since you have this one. This, human. But if you care for her so much, why is she blank?”

Benny doesn’t reply, the air filling with more tension between the two brothers as I continue to gasp, trying to get more air into my lungs.

“Because that tradition is old and out dated and doesn’t always end well.”

“For the human, you mean.”

More silence. I haven’t a clue what they’re talking about but I do know I need more air or I’m not going to make it, my vision already starting to darken around the edges.

Will leans closer to me and sniffs, smirking as I weakly try to back away from him. “Pity you didn’t mark her, baby brother. If you had, I wouldn’t have her throat in my hand right now.”

His nose pushes into the space below my ear, the space that Benny loves to kiss and nip at, often leaving marks because he knows what it does to me. But Will doing it just makes me sick, tears streaming down my face from the lack of oxygen and being in such close proximity to the man who is set on torturing me to get back at his brother.

Benny makes a slight move forward and Will’s grip tightens, fully cutting off my air flow. I choke and sputter, my fingernails digging into Will’s hands, trying to get him to loosen his grip, my toes barely scraping across the floor as he’s held me up this entire time. This is it. This is how I die - 

And then his grip slackens slightly, allowing a small amount of blessed air to inflate my lungs and I gulp at it greedily, trying to get as much as I can.

“Tell you what, baby brother. I’ll give you a choice. You can either take her life gently, bringing you back to the pack. Or I’ll take it. And you know how I like to take my time.”

Well that’s fucked up.

“You’re so fucked in the head.”

Will shrugs. “Guess she’s mine then?”

“No! I’ll…I’ll take her.” Benny’s voice sounds defeated, sad and I just want to comfort him, even with the lack of air.

Will studies his brother’s face, trying to find any trace of a lie.

“Tell you what, baby brother. I’m feelin’ generous. I’ll give you 24 hours to take care of this human or I’m comin’ for her. Deal?”

Benny glances down at me, alarm in his eyes as he takes in my face. “Deal.”

Will releases me immediately and I crumble to the ground, taking in gulps of air as I cough and sputter out. Will calmly walks to my front door, casually tossing over his shoulder -

“24 hours. See you tomorrow, little brother.”

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Benny is at my side, pulling me to him and trying to inspect me, anger flashing in his eyes when he looks at my neck. I grab onto him, letting the feeling of him wash over me as my breathing levels out. He lets me cry for a bit, the shock of near death rattling me to my core. I’d been so stupid to think Will had dropped interest in me. If only I’d have kept the gun near me-

“Hey sweetheart. Look at me. I need to see if you’re ok.”

I comply, turning my face up at him as his eyes rake over me again. Finding no other injuries aside from my neck, he helps me as I try to sit up next to him. 

“Did he touch you anywhere else?”

I shake my head, coughing as I try to speak. “No,” I manage to croak out. 

He nods, cradling my face in his hands. I meet his eyes and I see tears swimming in his. “ ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s….ok…” I cough some more when I try to speak.

“Think you can walk?”

I nod and he helps me stand, setting me on the table as he grabs me a glass of water. I drink it down greedily, choking slightly with the speed of my gulps, and he takes the water from me, setting it off to the side. 

“We can get you out of town.”

I look up at him, clearing my throat a little. “I doubt…that would…work.” Another coughing fit overtakes me, the pain in my throat making itself known now that the threat is gone. 

“Will you let me help you?”

I raise my eyebrow at him. How does he plan on doing that?

“Do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, I nod. I fully trust him, even with the ultimatum his brother just gave him. 

He kisses my forehead and then steps back into an area between the kitchen and the living space with the most room. And then, he shifts, his entire body doing that blurring thing from before. His grunts turn into yelps and then he’s standing, gorgeous and golden even in the dark kitchen lighting. He quietly pads over to me and looks at me, his face nearly directly in mine, waiting for my permission, despite having it a moment ago.

I nod again, not sure of what he needs me to do. He leans forward, his nose nudging at my chin, getting me to lift it. I do and expose my neck to him, something most people would find me insane for, but this is Benny. My Benny. He sniffs my neck for a moment and then he licks it, wherever the pain is, where I’m sure the bruising is, he licks. It hurt at first, the wound protesting under his tongue at being touched, but then it starts to dissipate, as if the marks and bruising were healing. After several moments, he stops, pulling back to look at my neck to make sure he got it all. Apparently happy with his work, he steps back into the open space and shifts back, blurring out and back into my vision as he regains his human shape.

He’s standing in front of me, his human eyes inspecting my neck. “I think I got it all. Anywhere else hurt?”

“You…you have healing powers?”

He smiles softly. “I do. I mean, it’s not going to heal more severe wounds, but things like bruises and cuts, it can heal that.”

“Holy shit.”

He laughs and it relaxes me. “Thank you, Benny.”

The smile fades from his face as the weight of what has to happen settles between us.

“It’s ok, Ben. I’d much rather you do it than him.” I squeeze his bicep but his head is already shaking.

“I can’t. I won’t…not anyone, but especially not you. Maybe you can get out of town? Just leave me here and-”

“I’m never leaving you, Ben. Besides, you and I both know Will would hunt me down.”

Benny thinks a moment before nodding, looking defeated. “You’re right.”

The scratches on his chest have already healed, dried blood all that’s left of them. I reach for him and he moves in, pulling me towards him, my cheek against his warm chest as he hugs me, smelling my head. 

“What…what did Will mean when he talked about marking me?”

Benny stiffens. “Nothin’. Just an old ritual.”

“What is it?”

“Forget it. I’m not going to put you through that.”

��Well, we might not have a choice. Just…tell me.”

Benny is quiet again, thinking. He steps back from me and leans his lower back against the counter, completely at ease with being fully naked in my kitchen. Not that I’m complaining. 

Not the time.

“It’s an ancient ritual for werewolves. Most of the time, we mate with each other, choosing to take a mate that changes with us and knows what we go through. Occasionally, weres have changed humans just for this. Most of the time they were willing. But sometimes, weres would fall in love with a human and they with them. Well, naturally in the beginning, the other weres would get upset and would typically…go after the human. Killin’ them or…or worse. Anyway, the weres worked out a ritual that would essentially grant the human rights, allowing them to remain human but would tell the other weres that they were off limits for feeding or retaliation.”

“That seems helpful.”

Benny takes a breath before continuing. “The ritual would have to show that the human accepts the were in both of their forms. It doesn’t always end well for a few reasons.”

“If they’re both in love, why not? Does one leave or something?”

A pause.

“Wait…what does the ritual entail?”

His eyes don’t meet him and it makes me nervous. “Basically…the were has to mate with the human-”

“We do that all the time-”

“-while in wolf form.”

Wait…what?

“In wolf form?”

Benny nods, still not looking at me. “And when the were…finishes, they bite the human, typically on the shoulder. It makes the mark appear but only weres and humans who have been through the ritual can see it.”

Silence hangs heavy in the kitchen, the old house creaking loudly.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

Benny’s eyes snap to mine. “The bite can be painful. I’ve not experienced that bite myself but I have heard from others who have. Not everyone survives it. Apparently, the mark literally burns itself into your skin.”

Damn. “What does it look like?”

“I-what?”

“The mark. What does it look like?”

He cocks his head. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“I wanna know I won’t look stupid.”

He doesn’t appreciate my humor. “It’s gorgeous, actually. Sort of shines a whitish, blue color. It sort of twists and turns in a pattern. Every one has a slightly different look to it based on the were and the human, but everyone knows what it means.”

“That sounds pretty cool.”

“You didn’t even ask about the first part.”

“Which part?”

He gives me a look. “The…mating.”

Oh.

“I mean…it’s still just you.”

He shakes his head a little in disbelief. “It doesn’t always end well if the human is female. We can get…intense, during the ritual and you know how big I am in wolf form and-”

“You’re packin’, basically.”

He chokes back a laugh at my bluntness. “I mean, I’m not braggin’ but yes. You can see how that might not always end well for a female human.”

“Maybe. But you’ve got a healing tongue.” I give him a wink and he shakes his head, trying to hide his smile.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I am.”

Silence again, this time the crickets and frogs getting louder with it.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Of course there is.”

“It’s permanent.”

“Well yeah. Most marks or tattoos are.”

“No, I mean the binding. It’s…it’s for life. Dying happens, and that doesn’t affect it but if we separate on our own, as in not being with each other anymore, the tattoo disappears and you’re not protected. And every were now knows it and would want to protect the secret. It…never ends well.”

“Oh. So basically, I’d be with you for…life.”

“Yup.”

Would it really be so bad? I already know, deep inside, when I really think about it, that there’s no way I’m leaving him. Ever. He’d have to be the one to get rid of me, but something tells me he feels the exact same pull that I do.

He must mistake my silence as hesitance because now he’s rambling. “You know what? Nevermind, sweetheart. You don’t have to do any of this. I don’t want you to get hurt, so I could…You could run and I’ll re-join the pack and keep Will in check. Or I could run with you, but then we’d be always looking over our shoulders-”

I hop off the table and take the step or so towards him, my palms flat against his warm chest as I gently glide them up him, my fingers tangling at the hair on the back of his neck.

“Unless you don’t want me, I’m never going anywhere, Benny. I want to be with you.”

Something in his eyes changes. They soften, a love radiating out from them as he watches me.

“Are you sure? It’s not like divorce is an option really here.”

Smiling, I stand on my tiptoes, my face an inch from his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Benjamin Miller.”

He kisses me softer than I thought he would, gently tugging at my lips with his teeth, responding to my moan with his own, his large hand holding the back of my head. 

He pulls back just half an inch. “I promise one day I’ll get you a ring.”

“I really don’t give a fuck, Ben.”

He laughs as I try to kiss him again, giving up on his lips and kissing my own path down his neck. He gasps and I feel him harden against my body, but then I remember - we’re on a time crunch. I pull back from him, my hands coming back to stay on his chest. 

“So…how does this…work?”

He brushes some hair from my face, cupping my cheek as he takes a moment to think. 

“Well…from others I’ve spoken to, it’s exactly like it sounds. There’s no magic herbs or anythin’.” He chuckles at that. “I’m thinkin’ this may need to happen outside. I’d break the bed with my size and I’m not too sure the floor would be terribly comfortable. The females have all told me it can be…intense. But lucky for you, you have me.”

He pulls my face close to his, his grip on the back of my head tightening ever so slightly. “I’ll get you nice and ready for me, nice an’ wet.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp out as Benny kisses me, taking the air from my lungs.

“Pretty much, sweetheart.” He chuckles as he pulls away and I follow, nearly falling over.

“Gimme a couple minutes and I’ll set somethin’ up.”

He leaves the kitchen, giving me a quick kiss before he does and now I’m standing here in the silence, the plate of food I had chucked at Will still scattered across the floor. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous at all, but me staying with Benny forever just feels…right. The rest of it? I guess I’ll find out.

I just finish cleaning the floor when Benny pops back in, a small smile on his face as he rubs the back of his neck. “Ready whenever you are.”

He’s still naked as the day he was born, standing there in all his naked glory and it’s all I can do to not climb this man like a tree. Nodding, I dry my hands and walk up to him, my fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt to take it off, but Benny grabs my wrists. 

“That’s my job.”

I drop my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he gently strips me of all my clothes, making me just as bare as he is. He takes my hand and leads me outside, the sounds of the crickets and frogs accompanying us as he brings me over to an area near the creek that runs across the side of my property. The ground is softest here and Benny has spread a blanket out over a large patch, making sure that I’d be in the most comfortable place.

“I was gonna bring out those electric candles you have? But really-” He steps back, his eyes dragging over my skin as he grows hard again “-I just wanted to see you naked in the moonlight.”

His eyes darken with lust watching me squirm and he gestures to the blanket, offering a hand to help me sit down. I lay all the way back, shifting my body into the soft fabric below me as he kneels down, hovering over me a moment before kissing me. He pulls back too quick, but before I can pout, he’s brushing his fingers over my cheek, his eyes roaming across my face as his gaze softens.

“I love you so much, you know that, right sweetheart?”

“Not as much as I love you.”

His lips don’t linger on mine as Benny starts to kiss and nip a path down my neck, stopping to pay attention to each nipple, and I can feel his smirk widen with each huff of air I exhale. 

He starts to move further down, wedging his broad shoulders inbetween my thighs to pry them open as far as he can, settling down into the blanket as he kisses and nips at my inner thighs, my laughing moans making that lopsided smirk appear again.

Any snarky comeback I may have thought of dies on my lips as he buries his face between my thighs, kissing, licking, and nudging at all parts of me, casually tossing an arm over my mower stomach to keep me from moving. One of my hands finds his hair and I pull it, making him growl into me which pushes me over the edge, his voice lighting me up with my release as I cry his name into the night, my other hand fisting into the sheet beside me. He does this to me a few more times before he pulls back, wiping my off his face with a grin as he stares down at what must be the blissed out look on my face. He runs a thick finger up my cunt and my body twitches.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re still so wet, aren’t you?”

I nod, or I think I do. It’s hard to tell with your head feeling all full of pleasure and fluff. I notice the smile start to fade from his face and that’s when I remember what still has to happen. If I’m being honest, I’m not afraid. I just don’t want him to be afraid.

“Benny?”

“Mmm?”

“Relax. We’ll be fine. I trust you-”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do?”

I sigh, a small puff of air poofing out from my lips. “If I die being gloriously fucked by the love of my life, then know I died happy as fuck.”

That at least got him to chuckle a little and I can see him start to relax some.

“Tell you what - if it gets to be too much, I’ll yell out something. Like…I don’t know…pizza?”

Now he laughs, the smile that I love so much lighting up his face. “Pizza?”

“Yeah. I don’t typically call out foods during sex so…”

“Pizza it is then.” He chuckles once more as he kisses me, quickly standing up, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Could you, uh…maybe flip over?”

“Like on my stomach?”

“Y-yeah. It would make this…easier. I think.”

“You’re making it sound like fucking your girlfriend is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I toss him a wink and turn over, pushing my ass in the air and my chest down as far as I can. There’s silence for a moment and then the air changes. It’s like I can feel him shifting, the air around our spot igniting with something that I can only describe as magic, as I’ve never seen it outside of, well, Benny shifting. 

Soft pads come onto the blanket and I know he’s making noise for me, as he can be nearly silent in wolf form. A cold nose pokes at my ass and I’m about to crack some lame joke, but then he scoots his nose down and starts sniffing, a quick lick across me and my body twitches in response, which I swear he did just to see me twitch.

Giant golden paws appear in my peripheral vision on either side of my head and he nudges at my hair on my back, moving it so he can have a clear bite on my shoulder. Ok, now I’m a little nervous, but it’s more excited nervous?

Soft fur tickles my skin as he sinks closer to me, enveloping me in his scent, filling my nose and my head with it until that’s all I can think of. He warm breaths huff out across my neck and head as he settles down more without crushing me. I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said this didn’t turn me on.

Then, I feel him. Wetter, than I thought, and warm, more warm that I thought too. He starts to push through my folds, trying to get me wetter, but holy shit the size of him. I have no clue how long, but he’s thick, wide as fuck and now I can see where some of the females have said it’s intense - and why some of them didn’t make it. Especially if care wasn’t taken. 

Lucky for me, this is Benny. 

The more he rubs himself through my folds, the more wet I get and I can’t help the whine that escapes me, desperate for something, anything to happen. The air is so charged with tension, both sexual and situational, that I swear it’s going to ignite. He pulls back and hesitates a moment, pausing to take a breath before he slowly, slowly, starts to push inside. 

I can feel myself opening for him, trying to take him in, my skin stretching itself around him as he pulls out, pushing back in slowly again. He’s giving me time to adjust and I am extremely grateful as this is the most I’ve ever…well, done. My face is buried in the blanket, mouth agape as he repeats the process, and I can feel every muscle in him twitch and strain with restraint. Fuck he’s so large. I don’t know if I can…but I have to. I have to. And what’s more is…I want to. 

Somehow, some amount of time later (what even is time any more?) he’s fully seated, or as seated as he’s going to be inside me, and he stills his hips, sniffling at my neck as if to ask how I’m doing. Slowly, I turn my face to the side, my breath pushing hair away from my mouth as I take in some fresh air. I can feel him everywhere, around me outside and touching every part of my inside, fully surrounded by him and his scent and it goes straight to my head, just like that first day that I met him.

“I can feel you everywhere. You’re so..fuck. Just…move or whatever. Please.”

He whines slightly and I nod. “Yes, I’m sure. Please Benny.”

A quick, small nip at my shoulder tells me he understands and so he starts to move, opting to thrust even deeper somehow, stimulating all the spots inside me as he does so.

“Oh fuck! No no, don’t stop!” Benny had frozen when I first spoke..yelled? I think I yelled. But when he resumes his movement, I can feel the pride in his thrusts, happy that he can make me feel good even in this form. 

It only takes him 3 more thrusts like this before I’m screaming his name into the night, tightening around him as I come. He waits for me to finish, a huff that sounds just like a chuckle coming from him when I start begging him for more. He starts to relax, his body sinking slightly closer to me, his hips more loose, and his thrusts a little harder. It burns slightly, but fuck does it feel good. My legs start twitching as his massive cock continues to stimulate everything inside me all at once, my body starting to slowly inch up the blanket as he relaxes, realizing he’s not going to split me in half.

Which I’d thank him for if he did.

His thrusts start to speed up, more erratic than before and I grab onto his legs, my fingernails digging into his skin as I scream his name again, feeling him thrust into me once more before he howls, straight up howls, into the night, mixing in with my cries of pleasure. 

I’d forgotten about the bite.

His teeth sink into my shoulder, blood seeping out from under them and this time I cry out with pain as he holds his jaws there. He hasn’t tasted human blood in years, which dawns on me as he continues to hold me down, still buried inside of me, his seed leaking down my thighs. He’s so close I can feel his pulse quicken, his breaths coming out more intensely, fanning out across my neck and the side of my face. My body is conflicted, the fucked out side of my brain competing with the ‘get the fuck out of there’ side of my brain. 

But this is Benny. My Benny. 

“I love you, Ben. You got this.”

A moment later and he relaxes, his jaws loosening as he holds his head up and away from my shoulder. He doesn’t move beyond that and I feel him staring down at my back, waiting for the mark to appear-

Oh. Fuck.

I’d forgotten about the mark too, the memory of Benny telling me that it supposedly burns itself into your skin coming roaring back as my back feels like someone is holding a torch to it. I scream, not from pleasure but from the mark engraving itself into my flesh. I try to move away from it, knowing it wouldn’t make it stop but my primitive brain is in charge and it’s telling me “pain bad. Run away.”

Only, I can’t. Benny and I are still joined, his massive body still over mine as he watches me writhing in pain, unable to do anything to help me. Even though I’m in the worst pain I’ve ever been in in my entire life, my skin being burned and morphed so I can be protected and accepted in this new world I find myself in, even though that has all my attention, I still think how hard this must be for Benny, to sit there and watch me and to be able to do nothing about it. I feel guilty, but another brush of fire to my skin has me screaming louder, my upper body twisting and flailing as my hands grip at anything I can to try and find purchase. And then suddenly, it stops. No more flame, no more pain, but now a pleasant, cooling sensation where the fire had been. My body slumps down into the blanket as I cling to this new feeling, the coolness washing over me as I close my eyes. 

I feel Benny pull out from me, my cunt aching and sore from where he had been. My legs are stuck in the kneeling position, but I don’t care, a wave of exhaustion coming over me. Benny, still in wolf form, nudges me to turn over and I slowly, lazily, do, feeling him push my legs apart. The last thing I feel before I fall asleep is his tongue lapping at me, my legs and cunt twitching under it.

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I wake to the late afternoon light streaming in from a window, shining gently on my face, the curtains blowing in the breeze. Blinking rapidly, I clear my eyes and realize that I’m in my bed on my stomach, completely stretched out on my bed. And naked. Still naked. I don’t see Benny anywhere but I hear some sounds downstairs. 

“Ben?” My voice croaks with sleep and I wonder how long I’ve been out. It feels like days.

I hear him coming up the stairs and then he’s sitting next to me on the bed, gently moving hair from my face.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feelin’?”

How am I feeling? I take a quick mental scan: my knees are sore which makes sense considering all the kneeling. My back feels…completely fine. But interestingly, I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be between my legs, a distant, vague memory of him licking me coming to me through my just woke up haze.

“Did you…lick me?”

He chuckles, a smile appearing on his gorgeous face as his skin crinkles around those beautiful, blue eyes. “I did, yeah. Healing tongue, remember?”

I hadn’t remembered. “I..think I do.”

“Yeah you were pretty out of it. Completely passed out. But that didn’t stop you from coming again.”

I finally look at him fully. “I did not.”

“You did. Fully asleep. But I know those sounds.”

“Oh my God.”

“It was more of a moan-”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t mean to. But I had to heal you and well…it happened. ‘M sorry.”

My eyes find his. “Never apologize for making me come, Benjamin Miller.”

His smile widens, any concern he had melting away. “I’ll try to remember that….you hungry?”

My stomach rumbles, answering for me. “I guess so.”

“I’ve just about got dinner made up-”

“How long have I been out?”

“It’s about 8pm.”

“So…like 17 ish hours?”

“Yeah sounds right.”

I nod, not knowing what else to say. 

“I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs. Unless you need my help?”

“Nah I’ve got it. If I need help, I’ll yell.”

He gives me a quick kiss and heads out, closing the door gently behind him to give me some privacy. I wait a minute or two, finally convincing myself to get out of bed. I feel a little sore, but other than that, I feel pretty fucking great. I grab some clothes from my closet and head into the bathroom, digging through a drawer to find my hand mirror. Gripping it, I turn around, leaning my back against the sink as I hold up the mirror to try and see my back.

The mark is…beautiful. A pale white, blue color, filigree lines weave an intricate desgin from where he’d bitten me on my shoulder down my back, a beautiful pattern dancing across my skin. It doesn’t hurt at all, bending and twisting with my movements as if it wasn’t there. I toss on my clothes and head downstairs, Benny yelping when I smack his ass before sitting at the table where he’d set down a plate with a sandwich and some chips for me. I devour it all, listening to Benny chat idly about anything and nothing, him smiling when I asked for another. After I ate that sandwich too, Benny takes my hand and waits for me to look at him.

“I…I need to apologize to you. I almost lost it last night and I-”

I wave my free hand. “Don’t worry about it, Benny. I knew you wouldn’t.”

“I almost did.” Shame washes over him and I place my other hand on top of his.

“But you didn’t, Ben. It’s so close to the full moon and you hadn’t had human blood in so long. It was a bad position to be in. Well ok, not all of the positions we were in were bad that night.” I give him a wink and he smiles, nodding at what I said. 

“Fuck you felt fantastic. It’s so different. Good different. I’ve never…not in wolf form.”

“Not even another wolf?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Well now I feel honored.”

Benny leans forward to kiss me, but the kitchen door flies open and Will strides in, anger and fire in his eyes as he looks between me and Benny. No words are exhcanged but Benny stands, shifting his body slightly in a defensive manner, trying to block me from Will.

And that’s all it takes. 

Will launches himself at Benny, knocking him off his feet. They fall to the ground, rolling around punching, grabbing, and growling at each other. I scramble back, nearly tripping over the chair I knocked over as I try to get to the other room where the gun was, the one with the silver bullets. Why didn’t I have this thing glued to my side?

I hear a giant clatter, turning to see Will throw Benny into my fridge, the metal door bending like it was made of paper under his body. He crumples to the floor. I know I shouldn’t be looking, I should be running for the gun, the only way I can save us, but as I turn, swallowing my scream, Will is on me, his fingers twisting in my hair as he grabs it and yanks back, pulling my back flush against his heaving chest. His strong arm moves across my body and pins me to him as I squirm feebly under his grip. He turns, facing me towards Benny who is still on the ground, shaking his head and looking up at his brother in horror.

“No, Will! Please don’t!” Benny holds his hands up in a treaty pose, but Will simply laughs, ice flooding my veins at the sound.

“I told you, baby brother. Either you take her life, or I will. You made your choice and now, you get to watch.”

“No!”

In one quick, fluid movement, Will shoves me to the ground hard, twisting my body so when my back hits the floor, the wind is knocked from me. I watch in horror as Will shifts above me, his pale fur and red eyes staring down at me not even 2 seconds after he’d shoved me to the ground.

And then, he’s on me, his jaws clamping down on my neck, my scream and his snarl, coupled with Benny’s screams of anguish the last thing I’ll ever hear in this life.

Except, nothing happened. I felt no pain, no teeth penetrating my skin. I realize the scream I’m hearing isn’t mine or Benny’s but Will’s, his body contorting back to that of his human form. It’s not pleasant to watch. No longer the quick shimmer, but his body bending and snapping back into place, like some twisted puzzle cube. Once he’s back in his human form he collapses to the ground, heaving into the hard wood floor. I look over at Benny who, to my shock, was smiling. 

“What..the fuck…did you do to me?” Will yells at me, spit flying from his mouth as his body twitches with what I assume are pain spasms. 

“I-  me? You’re the one who attacked me!”

“You fucking BITCH!” Will closes his eyes, the air around him briefly shimmering before it fizzles out, leaving him in his human form. He tries this a few more times, but the shimmer is gone. 

“FUCK!”

Benny pulls at my arm, helping me to stand and he motions for me to back up. I comply, completely dumbfounded as to what was happening. Benny leans down, Will lifting his head shakily, his body still twitching occasionally. 

“No more wolf for you, big brother.”

“What? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

He leans closer, his smile widening. “You tried to bite a marked.”

Will’s eyes widen, pure shock on his face. “She’s…marked?”

Benny keeps his eyes on Will but turns his head slightly to me. “Show him.”

I turn my back to them and unbutton my shirt, moving my shoulders so the top shifts down my back, exposing my only-visible-to-weres-and-others-like-me mark. Will starts speaking under his breath, steady chant of “No no no no!” getting louder and louder.

“You tricked me!”

“I didn’t do anythin’. You came in here and attacked. You never even gave me a chance to say anythin’.”

I turn back to them, having finished buttoning back up my shirt and now it’s my turn to be shocked as I see Will, muscly bad boy Will, crying, tears streaming down his face.

“It…it’s gone?”

“Yup. No more shiftin’.”

Will dry heaves, tears splattering on my floor. “What…what do I do now?”

“Well first, I’d say you need to get some pants on. But after that? Do some real deep soul searchin’. Because you’ve taken a lot of lives, and most unnecessarily. And you’re about the feel the weight of that.”

Will crumples into a heap on the floor, crying in anger and loss. Benny stands up and backs away from him, triumph on his face at finally defeating his brother. As much as I dislike Will, down to my core, my caring side kicks in and, against my own better judgement, I walk towards him, gathering up his clothes that were scattered. I fold them nicely and gently place them down next to him before walking back to stand with Benny, who studies me as I lean into him. 

Will lifts his head, glancing over at the neatly folded stack of clothes and then looks at me, all trace of spite and hatred towards me gone, fully replaced by what I’m assuming is a new feeling to him.

Fear.

EPILOGUE:

Benny takes over as leader of the pack, since his brother is no longer able to shift. He declares that humans are off the menu and to his surprise, everyone agrees. They hadn’t liked Will’s vicious ways but were too terrified of him to say or move against him. They take to their new lifestyle and their new leader quickly, and it’s not long before my kitchen, and my property, are filled with now welcome sounds of them padding around, howling and having a great time. Some of my patients still go missing, but, as usual, no one complains. 

Benny officially proposed to me about 2 weeks after our final confrontation with Will. He says the only reason he waited that long was because the ring he wanted for me took that long to custom make, and that was with the jewler prioritizing him because he owed Benny.

We got married in a small ceremony on my property, just family and the pack, whom my family just adores. They all love Benny and are thrilled that I finally met someone and that he’s a good person. 

As for Will? He stayed with us for a couple of weeks, Benny helping him to work through his transition away from being a werewolf. He still has to come to terms with what he’s done in his life and that’s a task I don’t envy. Benny gave him his cabin, away from Will’s place where he’d be reminded daily of what he lost due to his ways. I still don’t like him, but I tolerate him for Benny. 

And yes - Benny and I do rhomp around, in both forms. After all, who wants to waste a husband who has a healing tongue?

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Homesick

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x Reader 

Warning: Homesickness, True Blood vampire/werewolf mentions

Word Count: 682

Summary: When Alcide’s girlfriend gets homesick around the holidays, he uses his day off to make a special surprise for her when she gets home.

A/N: Not sure how big of a following Alcide has on here, but who wouldn’t want to be cuddled by him in a blanket fort in the living room? Enjoy!

Alcide could practically smell his girlfriend’s depression. She was from the north, where they got snow and what she insisted was “actual” cold days this time of year. He could tell she missed it, missed her family, but her job with Northman meant that she had to stay in town for the holidays. 

“Next year, babe,” he promised as they snuggled in bed in the early morning hours, “You’ll be out of debt to that fanger and we’ll spend the whole winter up north if you want. Get a little cabin on a lake or something.”

“Think you can handle negative temps, Southern Boy?” she teased, tracing his bare chest, stoking his fire.

“Eh, that’s what the wolf is for.” 

She had laughed, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Alcide had the day off, and he needed to bring her smile back. So after making her breakfast and kissing her goodbye, he started brainstorming on what he could do for her, some sort of surprise to ease her homesickness.

And by god, if he hadn’t made a damn good surprise for her. 

He turned the AC down as low as it would go, hung up fairy lights, and had spread fake snow all over the living room, but the piece de resistance was the Most Epic Blanket Fort he’d ever made. He’d co-opted some of his construction sawhorses and clamps to support the blankets, every pillow in the house was on the floor, and he had queued up her favorite Christmas movie on the TV. He’d even sprung for the fancy peppermint hot cocoa mix he knew she loved and whipped cream to go on top. 

“What…Alcide? What…did you do?” her voice rang out from the foyer and Alcide spun around. Her eyes sparkled in the fairy lights, her jaw dropped in a wide smile.

Bingo, Checkmate, and Yahtzee.

“I wasn’t expecting you so soon!” 

“I got done early. What is all this?” She asked, joining him in the living room and taking in the surprise. “Why is it so cold?” 

He wrapped a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, planting a kiss on top of her head. 

“I knew you were sad you couldn’t go up north for Christmas, so I thought I’d bring the north down to you. We got snow,” he led her through the living room and kicked some of the fake snow, “and I cranked up the AC as cold as it could get, and you remember that cabin we’re gonna get next winter?”

She laughed, taking it all in with the wonder of a young child at christmastime. “I can’t believe you did all this!”

“There’s even hot cocoa in the kitchen. Figured we’d order some take out, snuggle up in our cozy blanket cabin, and watch christmas movies until we fall asleep.”

Without warning she leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, wrapping her arms around his neck as well and pulling herself into his chest. Dampness started to soak through the shoulder of his t-shirt and he stroked her hair while she quietly cried.

“I just…you’re so incredible. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he pulled back to look in her teary eyes, pushing her hair out of her face as he wiped the tears away, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alcide. Thank you.”

He kissed her cheek and set her down on the pillow mountain inside the blanket fort. “I’m gonna go get the cocoa, you start the movie.”

She snuggled down and nodded, watching as Alcide left the room. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her, and after the absolute shit day she had at work this was exactly what she needed. Even if they didn’t get the cabin up north like he said they would, she thought that the blanket fort was a pretty damn good substitute, as long as Alcide was the one sitting next to her inside it.

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🌓 Nocturnal Prince 🌓

Pairing: Christian Yu x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: N/A

Summary: Sometimes the most powerful of curses can be shattered by the strength of love. Or they turn someone into the cruelest version of themselves. The Prince of Avalon, Christian Yu, stopped believing a long time ago that one day someone would truly love him and break his curse. 

He’s a werewolf, roaming the forest close to Ravenswood by night, terrorizing and destroying everything that comes along his path with his pack of fearless werewolf soldiers. Everyone knows to stay out of the woods at night.

Meanwhile, in Ravenswood, Vixen struggles to be accepted as the "new girl" at college. As a fox shifter, that's not so easy, which is why she takes on the daring challenge of entering the forest at night and lasting until dawn. 

A night of fear and terror begins and soon Vixen is running for her life from a pack of wolves that hunt her without mercy. Much to Christina's chagrin, the fox shifter survives until dawn and escapes his forest. But not without catching a glimpse of him, which changes everything for both. He can't believe she's made it out alive and begins to feel a stirring within him that he hasn't felt in a long time – hope.

He starts to follow Vixen, watching her from the shadows, and slowly begins to realize that she might be the key to breaking his curse. As he watches her navigate the challenges of being the new girl in town, Christian starts to see that Vixen is not like the other shapeshifters and magical creatures of Ravenswood and breaks one of his most important rules: never seek contact with anyone outside his pack. 

Teaser: 

"I can smell your fear," Christian growled, already turning away. In the end, they all reacted the same way. 

"Fear is a feeling, being afraid is a choice. I choose to not be afraid," Vixen said, making him stop in his tracks. 

He turned again, a sinister grin gracing his boyish features. With long strides he stood directly in front of Vixen, making her stumble in surprise against the pine tree behind her. His dark brown eyes roamed over her face, searching for any sign of fear, but all he could discern was pure curiosity. Of course. Goddamn foxes. 

"Your curiosity will get you killed eventually," he said. 

Vixen leaned forward, inches from his lips, a challenging glint lurking in her eyes. "I could say the same thing to you. Lurking around the outskirts of town as a wolf during the day just to see me is the stupidest thing I've ever observed," she shot back.

That broke Christian's perfectly thought-out mask and he looked at her puzzled, his cheeks turning red within seconds. "That...I...I didn't...," he stammered and leaned back a bit to put distance between them again.

"Say what you will, wolfie, but you're not as smooth with your watching as you thought," Vixen said nonchalantly, giving him a cheeky grin before walking back to the street. Realizing that Christian wasn't following her, still standing speechless and flushed in the same spot, she called over her shoulder, "Are you coming or not?" 

Rule number four: never enter Ravenswood. How many more rules would he break for her? Probably all of them. And he wouldn't regret a thing about it. 

Author’s note: Well, here we are. I’m feeling inspired for some Christian Yu werewolf fanfic, there’s not a lot of fanfic for him, so let’s change that now 🌚 

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