#henry the werewolf

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 14: 20 questions

Male!Werewolf (Henry) x Fem!reader

Word Count: 8k (I didn’t mean to make it thing long I couldn’t stop myself) 

Warnings: I have no idea what type of job the reader has in this fic, it's like in romcoms where the girl has a corporate job but you have no idea what she does, (in case it wasn't obvious I have no idea how corporate jobs work, please don't take this seriously, it's just for fun) swearing, gross flirting co-workers, talk of werewolf mating seasons, a pubes joke, tension, spelling mistakes, girl boss in power, a lesbian couple (not a warning i just love them)

Summary: after getting to know your werewolf coworker through a series of ups and downs for weeks, you sit down and play 20 questions.

You hated your supervisor.

You'd been working at your standard desk job for over 3 years, and yet this bumbling idiot took your promotion right out from under you after only 1 year of employment.

Now he was the head manager of the entire floor.

Great, another sexist pig in power.

Well, not a pig, more like a wolf. A werewolf to be exact. He's out and no one seemed to mind, he never showed his wolf form in the office and never did any "animal like" things that would make him seem off.

He acted like a normal man. But he was already being favorited because of his species.

After another boring meeting, you and your assistant Jess were eating lunch in your very small office.

It was big enough to hold one ikea desk, one swivel chair for you to sit in and two very uncomfortable upholstered chairs for your clients. There was also a cheap bookcase on the wall adjacent to your desk, and the windows on the back wall were big and wonderful, if only they weren't on the side of the building opposite of the sun.

You shoved another handful of fries into your mouth, rolling your eyes at Jess's comment.

"I agree with you," You mumbled around your food. She takes a large bite of her burger, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she spoke.

"Like, I've never seen him actually work, he just wanders around all the halls. I know he has an office but God knows what he's doing up there, it's certainly not all the hard shit we do," She shook her head.

"Amen to that," taking your napkin you wipe away the excess ketchup on your lip.

There was a knock at your door, seeing Olivia who worked in accounts.

"Guys," She excitedly came in, sitting next to Jess. "You're not gonna believe what I just overheard the others talking about,"

"Well go on!" Jess playfully hit her knee, offering her some of the spare fries in the container. She happily took some.

"You know how the current senior manager is going away to another company?" She licked the salt from her fingers getting excited. "Well, they're going to open up the promotion to all levels of the building!"

You and Jess gasp, hand covering your mouth.

"Meaning that-"

"We all have a shot at getting it!" Olivia excitedly finished, stomping her heeled feet on the carpeted ground. "But there's more, two people are getting promoted!"

"Holy shit," You smile, wiping your hands from the fast food grease.

"That would literally save my ass," Jess laughed. "I could finally pay off my car with that salary,"

All three of you laughed for a moment before Jess cleared her throat looking between you both.

"I hope there's no hard feelings if only one of us gets it," She states. You and Livia share a look, leaning back in your chair.

"There won't be, because we are above all those self obsessed men who throw tantrums when things don't go their way. If one of us gets that promotion, we will be happy in knowing that their will finally be a woman in power in this building," You smile at them, enjoying how Olivia's back straightened as you spoke.

You knew one of the men would get the promotion, but they'd be just dumb to ignore all three of you. With how they treated the employees in the building you knew while 2 positions were open, you three only had a chance at one spot.

You all laugh, Olivia checks her watch, grimacing as she stands adjusting her pencil skirt.

"I have to get back, my breaks almost over, I just really wanted to tell you guys,"

"No problems here," Jess smiles, reaching out and gently rubbing her arm.

"You are welcome anytime," You smile, waving as she closes the door behind her. "If anyone deserves a promotion it's Livia," You comment pointing a finger at the door.

"She literally solved the pay roll issue last year and kept the company from going bankrupt, how the hell is she only on level 3?" Jess shook her head, finishing her burger and crumbling up the wrapper.

"How the hell are any of us on level 3?" You ask, more as a rhetorical question, staring out the windows into the parking lot. "We should all be on level 5, or at least 4. Why haven't we just quit yet and started our own company?"

"Because we're all broke and there would only be 4 of us to start a giant company," Jess answered, smacking her lips, it's clear she's asked herself the same question and everytime gets disappointed by the answer.

"As frustrating as it is, I think it's strangely addicting," Jess adds on, crossing her legs, staring off into space. You sigh, finishing off your fries, glancing at her.

"What'd you mean? How is it addicting?"

"We love what we do, no question about that," She waves her hands about, leaning forward, as if it was some secret between you two. "But what if the struggle makes it...I don't know....fun almost? We work twice as hard and getting that reward is always that much sweeter because of it,"

You scoff, using your tounge to pick out food in your teeth. Seeing the bewildered look on her face, you smile at her.

"What?" She laughs, noticing you staring at her. "It makes sense, right?"

"It absolutely makes sense and it reminds me of how smart you are. I'm glad we work together,"

It was her turn to scoff, looking away and shaking her head.

'"Work together' yeah that's a fun way to put it. I work for you, not that it's bad, but my family isn't exactly jumping for joy when I tell them I'm just an assistant," Jess's face fell, this had always been the hardest part of both your jobs.

Wanting to be more, but being stuck with the label "assistant" and whenever someone hears that word you can see the respect leave their actions and words when they speak to Jess.

"Then well just have to fix that," Pushing your chair back, you stand, a determined glint in your eyes. "We're gonna work our asses off and get you that promotion,"

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You and Jess stood at the printing machine, waiting for all your recent, and very annoying, reports to be done.

It was a small room, beige walls and a gross faded greenish gray carpet and cheap lights. It's more of a glorified broom closet.

You were facing the machine, making sure everything printed correctly. Jess was leaning against the table next to the machine, hands against the edge of the plastic, looking out to the door.

"I really think we could do it,"

"Make the copies?" You tease holding up half the stack of papers. "I agree,"

"No, the promotion," She turns to you, still leaning on the table, hearing a small groan in protest from the moving weight. "You are one of the best on this level and if you get promoted you're gonna need an assistant and I'm the only one who can do it so we're basically in this together,"

"I thought you didn't want to be an assistant anymore?" You ask, flipping through the copies in your hand.

She sighed. "Honestly, fuck what my family thinks, I'm happy in this company and if that means staying here as an assistant, then so be it," She was nodding aggressively to herself, trying to believe the words she was saying.

"How about," You slowly say, thinking of your words carefully. "We work together to build the other up, and regardless of who gets it, we will support and love them. And so long as one of us makes it, the other should too. Or at the very least try to get the other to be their assistant," You shrug with a small laugh, trying to not make the moment bittersweet.

"Being your assistant is better than anything else I've ever done, you treat me as your equal and not your employee," She rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

"Because you are," You force a hard tone, letting the words sink in. "You are my equal and without you I would've drowned in work years ago," You both shared a smile.

You both obviously want the promotion, but there will always be that little bit of guilt that the others can't be with you. They deserve it as much as you.

Jess opens her mouth to say more but stops, glancing out into the hallway from the open door.

"Hello, Ladies," It takes all your willpower to not gag or groan at the voice. Aiden, the second higher up to Henry. Assistant to the manager, an absolute asshole.

"Aiden," You say curtly, not looking away from the machine.

"Jessica, you're looking gorgeous as always," You could hear his disgusting tounge wet his lips. Even not looking you could tell he was eyeing her up.

"Funny, you said the exact same thing yesterday," she crossed her arms, openly glaring at him.

"Because it's true?" He laughs, coarse and rough, not at all a nice sound. "You are beautiful," His shadow moves across the wall getting bigger, you know he's stepping toward her.

Thankfully the printer is done with the copies, you rip them from the machine, whirling around and shoving half of them into Jess's arms.

"So sorry, Aiden but we have to go finish these reports," Grabbing her arm you lead Jess out of the printer room and to your office.

The farther away from him you both get, the more relaxed Jess's breathing is. Fianlly you reach your office, closing it tightly behind you.

Jess practically threw the papers on the desk, spraying them out across the wooden surface. She sits down in the chair in front of your desk. You perch on the corner, looking down at her, setting your stack neatly next to you.

"I hate him," She mumbles.

"You should report him to HR, he's creepy and doesn't do any of his work," You add, she nods.

"I'm going too," She rubs her temple. "Honeslty if I didn't need the money and love you, Livia and Tory I would've quit a long time ago,"

"Why should you be the one to quit?" You ask, she peers up at you, brow raised. "He's the creep, he's the one not doing anything. You love this job, you're amazing at this job. You shouldn't leave, he should. He's the one making everyone uncomfortable. He's the one who should be miserable and punished,"

Jess looks up at you with a wide smirk. Leaning back in the chair with a glimmer in her eyes.

"What?"

"You're gonna win that promotion," She nods, accepting her statement and standing. Taking a hairtie from her wrist she puts her dirty blonde hair up into a messy ponytail. "We are gonna report that asshole to HR and work our asses off for the next 3 weeks and we are going to win this promotion," Taking off her blazer she rolls up her sleeves and starts laying out the reports.

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"And then tomorrow you have a lunch meeting with the Gray family at about 1:30 and then you're free the rest of the day," Jess taps her tablet with her apple pen, scrolling through your schedule.

She followed you through the office building to the break room. A room with the best A.C in the world that constantly made the room colder then Antarctica. The walls are light blue, with chipping linoleum flooring, a cheap fridge and a coffee pot that does not brew coffee.

As you pushed the door open, you notice that the fridge is open, someone is bent over rummaging through its contents.

As you approach the person to politely ask if they could hand you your lunch, Jess inhales and grabs the back of your sweater.

"Y/n, Jessica, funny seeing you both here," You close your eyes with a soft groan, turning to see Aiden sauntering in the room with a smug face. "I've actually been wanting to talk to you guys,"

"Well we're really busy-" You try to cut him off, not having the energy to deal with this today.

"You're gonna find time," He states, his grin gone, now replaced with a snarl. "You, little Jessica, reported me to HR, why would you do a thing like that? What, I can't talk to my co-workers?"

"You don't talk, you flirt and it's disgusting," Jess says, holding the tablet tightly to her chest.

"What did HR say?" You tilt your chin up, challenging his attitude.

"Nothing, I told them it was a lie and that Jessica here constantly throws herself at me and I simply reciprocate, they let me off Scott free," He gloated.

You glanced to Jess, seeing her face fall, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Oh, now you're speechless?" He laughs, taking a step closer to you. "Now that you know you can't do anything about it, are you finally gonna go out with me?"

"No, and I will report you to the floor supervisor myself if I have too," You stand your ground, trying not to cringe at the horrible smell of his instant coffee breath.

"He won't believe you, he's a guy, and guys help each other get laid,"

"You're-"

"Going to sleep with me?" He interrupts, licking his lips. "Oh, I know you will, you-"

"Aiden!" The person who had their head in the fridge stands up. It's Henry, the floor supervisor. He slams the fridge door closed, causing the three of you to jump.

"Henry...." He nervously laughs, brushing his blonde hair back. "I...um,"

"Don't," he holds up his hand, stopping him. "Take a piece of advice Aiden, when a lady says 'no' you take the hint and leave,"

"Listen, Hen," Aiden starts, trying to act like friends and not employer and employee.

"Mr. Beckett," Henry stands firm, eyes hard as stone.

"What?" Aiden nervously laughs.

You and Jess take their distraction to sneak away from Aiden and more toward the door.

"As your Boss, you will call me Mr. Beckett or Sir,"

"Yes, sir," Aiden peeps, face turning red.

"You are to return to my office immediately and wait for me and HR to discuss your insistent and disgusting flirting with your coworkers," Henry holds up a single finger, silencing anything Aiden would even try to say. "Now, go,"

Not wanting to face further embarrassment, Aiden nods and silently walks out of the room with his head down.

As soon as the swinging door closes, you and Jess sigh. Wiping your forehead with your sleeve you gently rub her shoulder.

"Ms. L/n and Ms. Bow," Henry says gently, taking a step forward, but still leaving a large space between you. "I am so sorry about him, I knew he had been reported and did flirt with a few of you, but I didn't know the severity. He will not get away with this and he will be punished and I am terribly sorry for this,"

He doesn't wait for you to say anything, nodding his apology and leaving the room.

"That was unexpected," Jess says, taking a seat at the table and chair in the corner, setting her tablet and pen on the plastic surface. You follow, sitting down and exhaling shakily.

"Yeah," You didn't know what to say, your hands were shaking and sweat clung to your neck and shoulders.

"He knew our names," She comments, thinking, tapping her nails on the table. "We only met him like one time, and yet he remembered,"

"He also did hesitate to reprimand him, his own assistant and he looked like he was ready to fire him on the spot," You add.

"It was kinda funny how quickly Aiden backed down, he shut right up," Jess giggled softly.

"Maybe it's a werewolf thing," You both stare at each other for a moment before bursting out unto laughter.

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The 3 weeks leading up to the big promotion went by extremely slowly and yet in the blink of an eye, it was Sunday night.

You, Jess, and Livia were all crowded into Tory's small one bedroom apartment. Sitting around her living room eating Chinese takeout and watching The Masked Singer.

"Does anybody need anything?" Tory asked, peering around the kitchen wall, finally fixing herself a plate.

"We have everything we need, Tory," Livia answered, looking over her shoulder at the brunette. "But if we need something we can get it ourselves, come on and sit,"

Tory was the nicest and most thoughtful person in the office. While normally very shy and quiet, she had a huge heart and could complete virtually any task without issues. The saddest part about working with her was knowing she worked in the mail room.

She was completely qualified to work at level 3 with the rest of you, but because of her calm demeanor, HR felt she'd be better suited for sorting mail.

She finally came into the living room, sitting on her sofa with Livia while you and Jess sat on the floor in front of them, using the coffee table to hold your plates.

"Can you believe tomorrow is the big day?" Jess smiles, glancing back at the others.

Ever since Aiden got reprimand by Henry, he stopped flirting and talking to you altogether. In fact, it's been about 2 weeks since you last saw him in the office.

Since then, Jess had really come alive, finally owning up to her own talent and really shining through.

"It's gonna be an interesting day, that's for sure," Livia added, shoving an egg roll in her mouth.

All 4 of you had been working your asses off trying to prove your worth and importance in this company. Unlike most of the men in the office, you all helped each other in anyway you could. As bittersweet as the moment was, you couldn't be happier with your friends.

"I wanna make a pact," Livia says, setting her plate of food on the side table to her left. "No matter which one of us gets that promotion, we will still be friends and hold no grudges against each other,"

"Are you just saying that because you're notorious for holding grudges or-" Tory started, pointing a fork in her direction. Livia punched her arm, stopping her sentence. All four of you erupted into giggled, putting down your plates and silverware and turning to face each other.

"Let's interlock pinkies," Livia states, holding our her hands. After a few minutes of awkwardly bent arms, you all had your pinkies interlocked. "We promise to not blame each other but the men in the office if we do not get this,"

"Agreed," Jess and Tory agreed simultaneously, giggling at each other.

You looked at all your friends, such amazing people, all equally deserving of this promotion. It broke your heart to know how low the chances were, but with how hard you'd all worked, it'd be foolish of your superiors to ignore all four of you.

The next morning came far too quickly for your liking. It was all a blur, getting up and making breakfast, taking a shower and putting on your nice blouse.

Now you were standing outside your office waiting for the meeting to start. You glanced at your watch again. 9:57 AM.

3 minutes.

"Nervous?" Jess comments, looking up from her tablet. You force a laugh, bouncing on your heels.

"That's an understatement,"

"Well if it isn't Ms. Bow, and Ms. L/n," Approaching your office, George, was a known cheat and slob, it was truly a wonder how he got hired. "I hope you're ready for this meeting," He smiled with crooked teeth.

"We are, actually, thanks for checking in, George," Hiding the nervousness in your voice you stare him down.

As always, he clears his throat and lowers his gaze to the floor. George talked a big game but crumbled under any form of pressure. "You're going to loose that cocky attitude when I get that promotion," his tone didn't match his nervous posture.

"Maybe you'll be sorry," at that he looked up. "Maybe if you actually did your reports instead of having your team do it, you'd actually get-"

You watch started beeping, you glanced down. 10:00.

"We have to go, we'll see you in there," Was all you said before walking down the hall with Jess.

People were filing into the room, it felt way more crowded than normal. It was a large room, the whole back wall covered in windows with green carpeted floors and a huge table.

You took a seat at the table and Jess, being an assistant, had to sit in a chair pushed up against the wall behind you.

A gentle hand touched your shoulder, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting down. Glancing over, you sigh, seeing Livia dressed in a golden yellow dress, smiling sweetly at you.

"Nervous?" She nudges your arm, you scoff leaning in to whisper back.

"Is it that obvious?" You both laugh quietly, then you take a moment to look at her hair. Normally she had it in an afro, showing off her tight curls and being proud of it, but today they were in several small braids then spun up into a tight bun. "You did your hair,"

"Uh yeah," She looks away, almost embarrassed, her hand comes up and touches the side of her head. "Tory helped me with it after you and Jess left her apartment,"

Even with her dark completion you could see her cheeks and ears turning red.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Henry stood at the head of the table, in front of the windowed wall. "Let's begin?"

The first part of the meeting started the same as all the others, going over budgets, the profit margins, and employee of the month.

"Now that I've bored you all to death, let's talk about the two promotions that recently opened up." The whole room perked up a that. Your chest tightened, under the table, Livia grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. "The first position is for floor supervisor, and HR believes it should go to..."

Everyone leaned forward, waiting on baited breath as Henry clearly enjoyed the suspense. "George McCain, congrats,"

Your heart sank, shoulders slumping. The room cheered as George stood, across the table from you with a stupid grin.

Henry took a step around the table to shake his hand. "Congrats on becoming the level 2 supervisor,"

The room went silent, it took everything in you, Livia and Jess to not laugh.

"I'm-I'm sorry," George shook his head, "level 2? I thought-"

"Oh, I'm sorry for the miscommunication, the former supervisor had left for maternity leave and decided to go down a different career path," Henry didn't even try to hide his smile, as if he was enjoying seeing George suffer.

"Right," George silently sat down, face pink with embarrassment. Henry walked back around the table, clapping his hands together.

"The next position open is Senior Floor Supervisor," Henry smiled as he spoke, making eye contact with everyone in the room before looking back down at his folder layed out on the table. "I'd like to say something about this person," He cleared his throat. "They've worked harder than anyone else on this level, and truly deserve this promotion and I'd like to apologize that it hasn't come sooner. With that said, congratulations to..." His eyes wandered the room before landing on you, his eyes softened and he smiled. "Y/n L/n,"

Your heart stopped, you're sure your lungs stopped as well, breath getting caught in your throat. You're aware of the small claps from your coworkers, and Livia squeezing your hand and rubbing your shoulder.

Henry walked around the table, ignoring all of the glares from the upset men on the floor.

Snapping out of your daze you stood as he reached your chair. You shook his hand, unable to hide your wide smile.

"Congrats, Y/n," His other hand came up, cupping your hand in his large ones.

"T-thank you, Sir,"

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The next few days were even more stressful than the 3 weeks leading up to the meeting. You had twice as much paperwork to do and had to deal with even more rude glances from your coworkers, but you were mostly used to that by now.

Henry came around your office a lot more, and he wasn't as bad as you originally thought. He was polite and respectful and never made you feel uncomfortable.

One day, as you were filling out another stack of reports, Jess knocked her head and opened the door.

"Hey, Jess, what's up?" You say, glancing up at her then back to your paper.

"Mr. Beckett is here to see you," She tilts her head toward the other side of the door.

"Uh, show him in," You nod. Jess glances behind her, nods and then opens the door more.

Henry walks in the room, wearing his classic gray suit with a dark blue tie and a warm smile. Following him is a very timid skinny man, his hair was thin and covering his forehead, almost covering his eyes and his fave was covered in pimples. He looked like a teenager.

"Mr. Beckett, what can I help you with?" Interlocking your fingers and putting your elbows on the desk you lean your chin on your fingers.

"I came to see how the paperwork is coming and show my new assistant around," He proudly looks back, to which the young man turns bright red and gives you a shy wave.

"Well, it's nice to meet you," You smile at the assistant then look back to Henry. "And I'm almost done, I'm on the last two pages,"

"Excellent, there's no rush," He waved a hand dismissively, putting his hands into his pocket.

"If I may ask," You glance between him and the young man. "Why do you have a new assistant?"

Henry sighs. "I fired Aiden, and needed a replacement,"

"F-fired? Like he doesn't work here at all anymore?" Your eyes went wide, he simply shook his head.

"Yes, after hearing about how horribly he treated all the women here I called HR only to find he'd been reported 3 other times and they did nothing, so I fired him. I will not work with a man who disrespects women that way," His tone hardened, clearly upset at loosing him, they seemed like good friends.

"I feel like apologizing only for the reason of loosing your assistant, but-" You started.

"Please, don't," He holds up a hand, smiling warmly at you again. "You have nothing to apologize for, neither of you do," He adds, glancing over his shoulder, at the door.

Jess jumped at being noticed, opening the door more. She'd been listening in, holding the door open just a crack.

"You can come in Ms. Bow," At his word, Jess creeps into the room, coming and standing behind you. "Anyway, I-" Henry starts, being interrupted by his phone ringing. "Excuse me," He says, pulling it out of his pocket, his face hardened at the caller ID. "I'm sorry, I have to take this, I'll be right back,"

He heads for the door, his assistant starts stuttering, reaching a hand out.

"Stay here, I'll only be a moment," He says, one hand on the door, he nods to you and Jess. "Don't worry, they don't bite," He winks and then closes the door.

The assistant doesn't turn back to you or Jess, he's clearly out of his element.

"What's your name?" You ask, he jumps at your voice, clearing his throat.

"Noah,"

"How old are you?" Jess asks, leaning against the back wall, crossing her arms.

"I'm 19," With every second your gaze stays on him the redder his face gets.

"Why did Mr. Beckett hire you?" You ask, not being rude, it didn't make sense, as horrible as Aiden was, Noah was not a good replacement.

"Well, I'm his nephew, so-"

"His nephew?" You and Jess repeat, perhaps a little too loudly, he visibly shudders at your tone.

Before you or Jess can ask him anything else, Henry opens the door, smiling and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Alright, now-" He stops sensing the tension and how Noah's shoulders are trembling. "Everything alright in here?"

"May I have a word with you? In private?" You ask, Henry clears his throat, glancing at Noah before nodding.

Jess led Noah out of the room, closing the door behind her. You sigh, standing up and rubbing your hands together.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way," You walk around to the front of your desk, Henry is silent giving you time to speak. "But why did you hire your nephew for the job when there are a dozen more than capable-"

"It wasn't a matter of being capable," He interrupts, even then as he held up his hand and thought about his words he didn't come across as rude. "I-I....uh...okay, yes I did hire him because he's my nephew but not because there aren't capable options on this floor it's for my sister."

"Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister is really struggling with money right now and has a job lined up at the end of summer. I gave Noah this job because he wants to help her, it's only for the next few months until fall starts, then I will pick someone else," He comes closer, not wanting anyone else to hear about his sister even though it's just you two.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," You shake your head, unable to think of anything else to say.

"It's alright, there's no way you could've known," He ran a hand down his face, it was clear he needed to get that off his chest. "Just, just try to not assume I'm like the other assholes on the floor, okay?" He laughs, putting his hands in his pockets.

"It's a force of habit," You laugh.

"Then we'll just have to break it,"

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"It's almost sad having you leave this office," Jess places another cardboard box on your desk, looking around the room.

You closed the now full box in front of you, turning around and walking up to Jess, taking her hands.

"It'll be okay, now that I'm a supervisor I can work on getting you a promotion, I promise, you won't stay in this position much longer," You squeeze her hands, she looks to the floor avoiding your gaze. You knew she believed your words, but it was nearly impossible to actually picture it happening.

Her lip quivered and her face turned red.

"Jess," You coo, wrapping your arms around her, she hugs you tightly, crying softly into your shoulder. "I know it's going to be different with the promotion but-"

"It's not that," She sobs softly, pulling away and wiping her eyes with the butt of her palm. "Jack broke up with me last night, and my grandma is coming to town next week, and I'm behind on my bills and now I don't work with you and everyone else is so mean here," She hiccups, burying her face back into your shoulder.

You'd only known Jack for a few months, he seemed a bit standoff-ish but like a decent guy, apparently that was wrong. Her grandma would flip out if she knew Jess didn't have an "actual" job and was behind on her bills.

If this had happened a week before you'd given her the week off, let her rest and give her a small loan to help. But she wasn't your assistant anymore and HR would surly find out if you did.

"I'm so sorry, Jess," You move her to sit in one of your chair, pulling out a box of tissues from your desk.

A knock at your door startles you both, Henry pokes his head into the room with a smile. He pauses upon seeing Jess.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this a bad time? I can come back-" He starts, pointing out the door.

"No," Jess stands, sniffling loudly and wiping her face. "No, it's okay, you can talk to Y/n," She says, going to your bookcase and carefully putting them in the empty box.

"I actually came to talk to you," He says, hitting his palm with an envelope.

"Me?" She nearly drops a small stack of books, glancing at you then to Henry. "Why me?"

"To give you this," He steps forward, handing her the envelope.

Jess starts to open in, still sneaking glances at you, you simply shrug unsure as to what was happening.

"I know how close you two are and you've deserved this for a very long time," Henry says, getting excited.

Jess pulls out a small stack of papers, unfolding and reading them. She gasps, eyes going wide, more tears filling her eyes.

"Is this real?" She asks, voicing quivering.

"Very," He smiles, looking to you. "Senior Floor Supervisor Y/n, I'd like you to meet your new assistant, Ms. Jessica Bow."

"What?" You gasp, hands covering your mouth.

"I pulled a few strings," He shrugged. "And I know how important this was to the both of you. You both deserve this,"

"H-how, how can we ever thank you?" Jess stuttered, flipping through her her employment contract.

"There's no need-" He laughed, amused that she felt the need to do something for him.

"No, this is big, we really thought you were an asshole like 2 months ago and you're like really nice, you need to come to get drinks with us this weekend," Jess started sobbing, wiping at her eyes.

You and Henry stared at her in disbelief at how blunt she had been.

"Um," He cleared his throat, looking to his feet, suddenly bashful.

"You are welcome," His head snapped up to meet your eyes. "To join us for drinks, if you want, we go to the small burger place down the block and get drinks every other Friday,"

He nods, not breaking eye contact. "Okay, I'll see you then,"

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"And here I thought you were going to actually relax with us tonight," Jess snorts, sipping her drink, earning a laugh from Livia and Tory.

"This is me relaxed," Henry argued, trying to seem firm even if he laughed.

All five of you were sitting at the bar of your favorite restaurant, you'd already had dinner and were now on your second round of drinks.

Livia and Tory were dancing in front of the jukebox along with some other people. After Jess poked Henry one more time on his outfit she joined the others on the dance floor.

"Do I still look that uptight?" He asked you after she left, laughing softly. You looked him up and down, he was wearing nice dress pants with a button up shirt.

"Yes and no, she's probably saying that cause you tucked your shirt into your pants." You sip your drink, giggling as he pulled his shirt out from being tucked. As he lifted you saw a little glimpse of the skin on his hips.

"Is that better?"

Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe the ambience of the bar with the red and gold lights that made his eyes shine and skin glow. Maybe it was the way his hair had curled against the base of his neck instead of being combed back.

"Almost, you should probably roll your sleeves up too," Part of you wants to see how far he'll go. He glances around as if he's doing something he shouldn't, then starts to roll his sleeves up to his elbows.

His forearms are tan and have a thin layer of dark hair on them. You take a long sip of your drink.

It's then you notice he's only drinking a water, and has been the whole time. You raise a brow as he takes a sip, he knows immediately why you're making a face.

"What are werewolves not allowed to drink?" You tease, glad that he laughs and didn't take offense.

"Werewolves can, but designated drivers can't," He simply responds, shrugging.

Your heart warms for a moment, he'd come out to have dinner with you and your friends and stayed to have drinks but isn't even drinking to ensure you all get home safe.

"What?" He laughs, noticing you staring very intently at him.

"You're just not how I thought you'd be," You whisper, feeling your face heat up, from the drinks or his warm gaze you aren't sure.

He's about to say something else when Jess comes back from the dance floor giggling and throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"Look, at Tory and Livia," She laughs, pointing. You leaned to look past Henry, who also turns.

Tory and Livia are slow dancing, holding each other close and staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Livia closes her eyes and leans in, kissing Tory.

"I knew they liked each other," Jess says, downing the rest of her drink.

"Everybody knew," Henry laughs, taking another sip of his water and smiling at you.

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The next month flew by, you'd moved into your new office, celebrated Tory and Livia moving in together, and Jess finally being able to pay off one of her loans.

The leaves had fully turned, changing from greens and turning the ground orange. The sky was constantly gray and covered in clouds.

Like tonight, you were staying late to finish the reports on the floor. The sun had just set, the clouds turning from pink to purple.

It softly started to rain, padding softly against your window. It calmed you, the large room, the warm lamp beside you, and the comfort your favorite sweater brought you.

There was a soft knock on your door, you peered up, smiling at Henry walking into your office.

"Working late?" He pulled out the chair from across your desk, crossing his legs.

"Could ask you the same thing," You smile at him, still filling out the paperwork.

"I wanted to ask your opinion on something," He waits for your nod to continue, you do and he sighs. "Noah's mom got the job and he is now enrolled in college and I'm in need of an assistant-"

"I'm flattered, truly, but I'm afraid I cannot accept," You playfully interrupt sighing dramatically.

He laughs. "You are far too qualified to be my assistant, but I have two options and I'm wondering who I should promote,"

"Who are the candidates?" You glance back down to your work, still filling it out as he spoke.

"Jeremy in accounts, he's helped me more than once and is a great worker," You scrunched your nose. "But I can see he's a bad candidate," Henry laughed, rubbing his hands together. "Or I was thinking about Tory,"

You head flew up, mouth agape. "You want to make Tory your assistant?"

He nods. "She doesn't belong in the mail room, and I wouldn't be doing it because I pity her or because were friends or anything like that, it's because she is truly far too talented to stay in the mail room." He rambles, leaning forward, uncrossing his legs and resting his elbows on your desk.

You stare blankly at him, pen held tightly between your fingers, face blank.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asks, voice going quiet incase he overwhelmed you. "Was it something I said?"

"You said we're friends," You mumble, unable to go higher than a whisper.

He nods. "Yeah, I consider you my friend," His face lowers seeing the apprehension in your features. "Am I wrong to assume that we were friends?"

"No, no!" You snap out of it, raising your hands and shaking your head. "It's just...we've hung out and stuff, but I still barely even know you,"

"Why don't we change that?" A mischievous glimmer shines in his hazel eyes. "We're both going to he here for another hour, so let's play a game," He offers with a smile.

"A game?"

"20 questions, well each go and learn about the other." He shrugs, trying to play off how excited he clearly was.

"Okay, I'll play, can...can I ask you questions about being a werewolf?" You lower your voice, hoping your question didn't offend him.

"Yes, you can,"

"Alright, who's going first?" You ask, capping your pen and putting it in your pencil holder, then stacking your papers and moving them to the side of your desk.

"Ladies first," He gestures to you, smiling wide.

"Oh such a gentleman," You tease, humming as you think. "Let's start simple, what's your birthday?"

"September 7, I'm a virgo,"

"You're into astrology?" You gasp in fake surprise. He laughs.

"When you're whole life revolves around the cycles of the moon, you get sucked into stuff like that,"

"Where were you born?"

"New York," You groan playfully, rolling your eyes. "But not the main city, more country and rural," He tries to defend himself. "Not all New Yorkers are bad,"

"No, of course not," You smile at him glare, biting your lip as you think. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, two sisters, one of them is married and has a baby on the way and the other just got a new job and has Noah," He smiles more to himself, it's clear he cares for them very deeply.

You can help but ask. "Are they werewolves too?"

"Yes, my whole family is," Short and simple.

"How old were you when you turned?" You didn't want to push but you were curious, you'd never known a werewolf before and he wasn't what you were expecting.

"I started showing symptoms at 16 but didn't fully turn until I was 17," He answers almost proudly.

"So you were a late bloomer?" You laughed at his groan, face turning pink.

"Yes, I was a late bloomer, ha ha, very funny," He laughed along with you, showing he wasn't offended.

"How does someone become a werewolf?" You didn't realize it, but you were leaning over your desk, trying to get closer to him, excited to hear his answers.

"Well," He thinks for a moment, smacking his lips. "Well, it varies from family to family, or person to person. In my case I was born into a werewolf family, my mom, dad and sisters were all werewolves, it's in our DNA. But there are ceremonies that I believe can be performed to turn people, like Vampires but less bloody," You only focused on one comment.

"You can turn someone?" You ask clearly too excited as he raises a brow at you.

"You sound like Bella from Twilight," He laughs, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What's wrong with liking Twilight?"

"Nothings wrong, I'm just curious if your going to go out looking for your Edward Cullen." He mocks, rolling his eyes.

"I've always been team Jacob, actually," Your eyes meet, and for a moment, he's all you see. His warm smile, the softness of his eyes, the way a strand of his hair curls against his forehead even though he combs in constantly.

You clear your throat, feeling your face getting hot.

"What color is your fur?"

He laughs at your diversion. "Gray, but a bunch of different shades, it's darker on my head and back and lighter on my hands and stomach."

"Does the carpet match the drapes?" His face turns bright red, closing his eyes and he laughs. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth.

"If I had, as you so elegantly put, carpet, then yes it would match," At your confused eyebrow, he sighs. "When you grow up covered in thick fur and hair you try and get rid of it wherever you can," He quickly says, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling himself start to sweat.

"What's the worst part about being a werewolf?" You bite your lip, enjoying having him be so honest and open.

"Uh, this is going to be embarrassing," He runs a hand down the side of his face. "Every May, we....uh well werewolves..." He sighs, face redder than you thought possible. "You know, it's spring time, and there's a lot of pheromones going around..." He's stumbling and moving his hands around and not meeting your eyes.

It clicks in your head.

"You go into heat?" Your jaw drops.

"We like to call it a werewolf period, it sounds less primitive and animalistic," He still hasn't met your eyes.

"What's that just, like, wanting to sleep with a bunch of people?" You joke, wanting to lighten the mood.

"No it's different, it's not about the sex it's about the closeness of the other person. They are to me as I am to them. They accepted me, body, mind and soul and I accept them. It's....it's more of a longing," His eyes finally left to yours, the sincerity in them makes your heart melt.

"That's actually really sweet," You whisper, unable to look away from him. "So you just, long for a real relationship?"

He nods. "It's the basis of life, finding a mate, and spending the rest of your life with them,"

"What's the difference between asking someone to be your mate versus your girlfriend?"

"Asking someone to be a mate is our version of proposing, not that we can't or won't propose, but that's what it means to us. We want to be with you for as long as you'll have us," He leaned his chin on his hand, elbows resting on the table.

"Do you imprint on people?" You laugh at his immediate reaction. His face fell, hair falling in front of his eyes, shoulders slumped.

"God, no, and if we did it wouldn't happen to babies," You both laugh.

"How do you know if you've picked the right mate?"

He shrugs, "You don't, it's a matter of trusting each other," again your eyes meet and your chest tightens. "You have to get to know each other, learn to trust each other, learn how to care for them, and grow in love with them. You have to fight everyday for them, showing them how much you care,"

His tone changed, no longer stating facts found in old library books but something he felt. Has felt for a long time.

You stare for a few moments, he raises his eyebrows, motioning for you to continue. You blink, looking down at your desk before smiling. Leaning forward on your elbows you smile and whisper.

"Why haven't you asked me out yet?"

His face turns red, looking away for a moment, then looking back up to you.

"I was worried you wouldn't want to go out with me, you didn't exactly treat all the male employees well, I figured I wouldn't have a chance," He shrugged, ears turning pink. "I wouldn't get a chance unless you asked me,"

You got his implication, licking your lips, ready to take the leap.

"Final question-"

"That was your final question," He interrupts. You blank, thinking back, you blushed harder, realizing your mistake.

"Wait, some of them were rhetorical questions and jokes, that doesn't count!" You protest, feeling defeated.

"They 100% count," He laughs, nodding his head. You sigh, unsure of what else to say. You were so close.

"My turn," He brings you out of your train of thought. Reaching across the table to grab your hand, squeezing your fingers and smiling warmly. "Will you go on a date with me?"

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Tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch​ @flufftober​

[macksartblock]

they just keep kissing huh

[deandoesthingstome]

Forest Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!

When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "What’s with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. “At least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?”

But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you. 

You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.

MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?

sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.

darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!

sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?

darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.

sendmeanangel:...

MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!

It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.

Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work. 

You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.

Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldn’t imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.

The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.

"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.

You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.

"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."

Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.

Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.

Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong. 

"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"

"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.

"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."

"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you to your room,” he clapped his hands together with a mirth. “427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."

"I think I'll manage, but thank you."

As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.

You were headed into the wolf's den.

The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.

Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.

A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.

"I hope I haven't startled you."

You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?

You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."

"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.

Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.

"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said “Fantasy Basket”, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumed…

“Did you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?” he asked as you took a sip of water.

“No. Do you know what’s in there?”

“I do,” another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. “Do you want to know now, or later?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, do we?” you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didn’t need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.

“Something funny?”

“Lay of the land,” you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.

“That it will be.”

You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when he’d entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.

“How do we…um, how does this start?”

“We’ve already started, haven’t we?” he replied, a little mysteriously. “Sit with me?”

What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldn’t say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.

“I was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, I’m happy to say I do too.”

Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.

“I don’t know what to say,” you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.

“That’s okay,” Walter replied. “The better for me to begin.”

Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.

“I’d like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if you’d like. I can do it now, in this form,” he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. “Or I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.”

What did he mean by “shift”? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean “shift.’

“That sounds like two choices,” you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.

“Perceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?”

“What happens after I’m…I mean, I know what happens, I guess… but just, like, how…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.

“We’re playing a game here, really. That’s all. It can be as simple or intricate as you’d like, though, you’re right. Our time is ticking away.”

“You do it.” You rushed, barely letting him finish his response. 

“Here or…?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form. 

“Why don’t you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when you’re ready. I’ll shift before you return. Sound okay?”

You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him. 

“Do you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but it’s nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.”

Did he somehow think you weren’t interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? You’d been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and you’d lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.

“I’d like to kiss you very much,” you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue you’d originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didn’t matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if you’d known him your whole life.

With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.

“I’m glad to see you are interested,” he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. “Now hop on in and don’t take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.”

The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldn’t tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green you’d ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didn’t want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if there’d be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off. 

Only the cloth wasn’t exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.

You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walter’s comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.

You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be … different when you saw him again, wasn’t he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be … vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didn’t think you’d be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.

Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something you’d feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.

For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like “Come out.”

You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still weren’t wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.

This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room you’d stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didn’t see Walter. You’d thought he’d be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didn’t see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.

“What are you doing here, little one?”

You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering “You know me?” Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?

“Your voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?” you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.

“I think I just swallowed some water wrong.”

You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldn’t see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.

“Walter, what big ears you have,” you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.

“Walter, what big eyes you have,” your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence you’d lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and you’d have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didn’t linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.

“Walter,” you teased. “What big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered. 

Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.

“You smell good,” he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. “Smelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.”

You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as you’d put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didn’t really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying. 

Since you’d decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip. 

He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“Don’t worry,” came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.

The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.

“Please, don’t stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.”

There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.

Every little nuance he’d taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if he’d calculated the pleasure you’d derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure you’d get from the real speed. 

They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.

“Stop. Stop,” you were breathless. “Walter, please stop. It’s so good. It’s too good. I don’t want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.”

His laugh wasn’t cruel, but it was sinister “We have time. Don’t worry. I made sure.”

You didn’t dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.

He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.

You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.

As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.

You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.

"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.

His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.

"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.

"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.

He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.

"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."

If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.

"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.

You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.

"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.

Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.

"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"

You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.

"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.

You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.

"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"

He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.

Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.

Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.

You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.

As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.

In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.

But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.

"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.

"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"

His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.

"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?” Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.

"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.

Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.

"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"

You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.

"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.

“The hotel has some special features we don’t actually advertise,” he offered, as he pulled on his pants. “We use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, it’ll be two hours since your arrival. We’ve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?” 

You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.

“I do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

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Prologue: The Legend of the Claw Creek Creature

Chapter One: Hide and Seek

Chapter Two: The Cabin in the Woods

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Chapter Four: Unbridled Instincts

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Chapter Six: Of Wolf and Man

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

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The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Of Wolf and Man

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: Walter lets you in on his past, and you meet a friend.

Warnings: making out, slight heavy petting, hot werewolves

A/N: This chapter gave me so much grief! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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“I’m on my way over, alright? Just breathe for me. I’m gonna make a phone call and I will be over to your place shortly, okay?” Walter speaks clearly as if he were trying to calm down a frightened puppy.

Well, he’s not that far off.

“Yeah ok. Breathe. That should be easy enough, right?” You proceed to take one shaky deep breath and you laugh when you gulp in too much air and have a small coughing fit.

“Pup, you’re killing me. Gimme twenty minutes. Drink some water. I’ll see you soon, okay?” You hear the way he tries to cover up his worry with a short laugh.

“See you soon, Wolfie.”  

You hang up and undress, throw your clothes in the hamper, and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Your body moved of its own accord, your brain leaving the equation early on to think hypotheticals. Only when you register that the water has gone cold do you turn the knobs and exit the tub. You are just toweling off when you hear the doorbell. 

You tighten your towel around yourself and peek out the bathroom window down onto your driveway. You can see the edge of the black F-150 in the driveway and you heave a sigh of relief. You skip down the steps and walk across the living room to the front door. Opening it, you go to speak but hush and step aside as Walter walks in still talking on the phone with someone. 

He mouths, I’m sorry, before going back to the phone call. “Yeah, alright. Thanks, brother. See you soon,” he ends the call and focuses his attention on you, smiling as you watch him take in your attire or lack thereof.

“So, who was that?” you ask, knocking Walter out of his daydreaming.

“Right, uh. That was Jace. He’s coming down to help us with our little problem. Well, it may not even be a problem. Who knows? Sy might be fine, we haven’t even seen his bite yet.” Walter scratches his beard and shrugs.

Crap.

“Actually, I’ve seen it. He sent me a pic of the bite after we were on the phone on my way home from work,” you reply, wishing you could melt into the floorboards.

Walter tilts his head and squints at you. “He sent you a pic of the bite after you were on the phone on your way home from work? That seems...friendly.” You watch as he bites the inside of his cheek, no doubt leaving something unsaid.

“Yeah, he left me a voicemail the night you both were hurt. But I didn’t listen to it until today. I had to call him to make sure he was okay before I bothered you with possibly a false alarm. I’m sorry I didn’t call you first.” you explain, grabbing his big paw and looking into his eyes.

He can’t help but melt for you, but he tries to keep it out of his expression. He fails, rolling his eyes and smiling. “First things first, pack a bag for a night or two at the cabin. Just for my own worry. So I know you’re safe.” He laces his fingers with yours and pulls you to him, “Oh, and I should probably look at that photo too.”

You pull him with you upstairs and grab your phone off of the charger. Scrolling to the texts, you find Sy’s chat and open it. You turn to look at Walter and speak, “I did not ask him to send a thirst trap. Just want that to be stated clearly.” 

You hand him your phone and he rolls his eyes, using his thumb and index finger to zoom in on the bite. He studies the image for a bit before giving you back the device, sniffing and putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Well?” you press.

“Kinda hard to look at it honestly. Never thought I’d see your ex’s happy trail. So, there’s that variable thrown in there for good measure,” he offers, pursing his lips and shaking his head. “It just seems like he is quite comfortable sending you these.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you have to tell him. “Look, that day you dropped me at my car, Sy was here. Olivia called him because she didn’t know what else to do. He pointed out the hickey you left on my neck. He’s obviously jealous and he wanted to throw his hat in the ring. That’s all.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure he knows who hangs his hat here.” Walter pulls you to him, his large hand going to your throat as your lips connect. He swallows your delicate moans, savoring them as his thumb rubs at your pulse point. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, and lets you catch your breath. 

You look up into his eyes and can’t stop the dopey smile that forms on your face. You shake your head and say, “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend? ‘Cause, if so? Fuck yeah is my answer.”

“Now, don’t let me stop you from packing. I’ll just sit here quietly.” He sits on your bed and gestures for you to get ready to go to his house.

Pulling a small suitcase from the closet, you gather your toiletries first, zipping their case closed as you walk back into the bedroom. It’s not long before you are in Walter’s truck and starting the trip to the cabin. You yawn for most of the ride, your body finally still and feeling like you could fall over at any second.

You arrive and put your things upstairs. Checking your watch, you realize it’s after 1 in the morning and you suddenly aren’t tired anymore. You didn’t have the chance to wind down after work, now that you think about it. You just stayed stimulated, in one way or another, off and on.

You decide to go back downstairs and see what Walter is doing. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you see him emerge from the kitchen holding an apple between his teeth as he pushes up the sleeves of his sweater.

After a healthy bite, he takes the fruit out of his mouth and walks over to you. “Lemme guess, can’t sleep?” You shake your head and he nods. “Wanna wait up for Jace with me? We can talk while we wait.”

You nod and he takes your hand, leading you to the living room.

“So how long have you known Jace?” you inquire, settling back into the couch’s plush cushions.

“Oh, far too long. I met him when I was turned.” Walter stops there and looks at you, seeing your look of excitement at hearing the story, “Look, it’s not that great of a story. But I’ll tell you if you wanna hear it.”

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, we don’t have to. But just know, it’s been on my mind since the moment I found out what you are. Of course, I wanna know how it happened.” You put your hand on his and he turns it over to hold it.

“It was really stupid. I came here to the States for school and I played football and was in a frat house. I had the whole ‘college experience’, ya know? Um, one kid on the team was kind of a loner but we got along just fine. Melot and I were pretty different, but he needed a friend and I was broke and he paid for everything. One night, he invited me out to a party off-campus. Promises drinks and girls and whatever I wanted. Should have known that was too good to be true.

“Anyway, he drives us out into the woods where this bonfire is going on. And there are maybe ten people there that I can see as we walk up. As soon as we get up to the fire, this huge guy stands up and walks around the fire and greets us. Now, he looks like he eats children and I feel so small in front of him. But he just hands us a couple of beers and whistles over his shoulder. And two very cute girls come running over. All of a sudden, I’ve got a cold beer and a girl on my arm and I didn’t take a second to think maybe this was too good to be true.”

You snicker at him, and he continues.

“The rest of the night is going alright. Then I notice there is a fighting ring going on and I see that they are really going for it. It’s brutality at its finest. I walk up and then the fight stops and I see Melot get into the ring and people start pushing me in. I was drunk enough to agree to fight him, but not drunk enough to lose. I had him knocked out within minutes, or so I thought. 

“I wobbled over to him and turned him over to check out the damage and he lunged at me. Before I could even understand what was happening, Melot was biting into my shoulder. The pain was unimaginable and I blacked out. I came to and was so lost. I woke up and the girl from the night before was holding a cloth to my forehead and she smiled down at me when I opened my eyes. I fell in love with Angie at that very moment. We were inseparable after that. At least for a while.”

You squeeze his hand, not knowing what to say, and he smiles at you before talking again.

“So, Melot is there when I wake up too. He tells me that he wanted to impress the Alpha with a new wolf for the pack. Apparently, Melot thought this would get him some kind of accolades. But, it only pissed off the Alpha for potentially exposing them to humans. Heard they tortured him pretty well after that. Serves him right. 

“I just ended up going back to school after everything. Didn’t see Melot much after that, but I did go back to the pack when I started to feel like I was losing my mind. On the night of my first shift, I met Jace. A handful of them were at the place in the woods and said they expected me sooner. I was so sick, thought it was the flu. They took me in and helped me through that first painful transformation. When I was in wolf form for the first time, all I could do was run. I ran through those woods until Jace tackled me and talked me down. He became my brother that night. He took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew. Which is why I called him about our situation. If anyone can help, it’s him.”

“So, was Jace bitten too? Or...can you be born a werewolf?” you wonder aloud.

“I was bitten. Angie, Jace, and Faye were all born with the lycanthropy gene,” he answers, noting your furrowed brow, “The lycanthropy gene is passed down from werewolves to their offspring. Usually lays dormant until puberty. That’s one thing that Teen Wolf got right. The 80s one, not the MTV one.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised that my Wolfie has seen Teen Wolf, but it still makes me feel all tingly, knowing you’ve seen werewolf media. Oh my God, have you seen Twilight?!” you exclaim, suddenly hyper-aware that you’ve gone giddy.

Walter snorts and pulls you into straddle his lap, cupping your face in both of his hands. Pulling you close, he turns his head to whisper in your ear, “Team Jacob.”

You actually swoon, and your little whimpered moan escapes before you get the chance to permit it. Covering your mouth too late, you lean back at look at Walter’s smug face. You swat at his shoulder and the corner of his mouth turns up.

He has you pinned under him on the sofa so fast, you could hear the air whoosh by. He nuzzles his nose with yours, then moves to kiss from your lips to your neck. You turn your head to give him better access, letting your hand tangle in his hair.

He licks and nips at your soft flesh, sucking and biting his way to where your neck meets your shoulder. While his hips are pressing into you, his hand snakes under your shirt to tickle your skin. You chirp when you feel his teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot. 

You freeze, you’ve never made that sound before.

Walter groans, he likes the sound you made if his hips grinding into you was anything to go by. He gives little kitten licks at the spot again and you melt under his touch.

“I can smell how much you need me, Pup,” he hums, sliding a hand to cup your clothed sex, “Fuck. I can feel the heat coming off of her–Shit,” He shakes his head, kissing your neck before sitting up and getting off the couch. “Looks like we have company.”

You lean up on your elbows, confused until you hear the monstrous rumble of a motorcycle engine getting closer. You watch as Walter opens the front door and disappears into the yard. Soon, you hear the symphony of howling and grunts. You get up from the couch and walk to the open door when you hear the growling get louder.

From the doorway, you see quite a display of masculinity. Two grown men wrestle in the grass like children, laughing and shouting at each other until they register your presence. 

The taller of the two sniffs the air and turns toward you, climbing off of Walter. His piercing green eyes almost seem to glow. A wild mane of dark brown waves with bleached ends frames a masculine face, and a healthy beard outlines full lips. His caramel skin is littered with tattoos from the neck down, a slit in his left eyebrow.

A dark grey v-neck under a vest hugs his built chest, while thick thighs are encased in tight-fitting jeans. A pair of old boots cover his feet, the laces left untied. His long fingers are decorated with a handful of ornate rings and one wrist sports a leather braided bracelet with a wolf charm hanging from it.

His meaty arms cross over his chest and his face splits with a devilish grin, his body is almost bouncing with energy. “Who’s your new friend, Marshall?”

To be continued...

A/N: I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter is already outlined. And just needs to be written. I have a plan, y’all.

A/N 2: Bonus points if you can guess my face-claim for Jace.

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[atomic-chronoscaph]

Werewolf of London (1935)

[arc-tu-rus]

For the girl you have in that merry green land

Can wait forever for you to come home

just a lil homage to the music video with the most chemistry while I don't have any new ideas~

[bloodtiesstilllives]

These Two Would Be Dangerous Together

And it would be so awesome. They are both tough, smart, sophisticated, and will get ready to put in work in a split second.

Peter loves to talk...

Henry is a good listener and would probably draw as Peter goes on and on about whatever.

And they would have a ball. Everyone would think they were always talking about them behind their back, but that's not true. They just look like the types that would do that.

Nope if they are gonna roast you they would do it to your face as a united front.

Especially to Chris Argent.

Sadly his instincts would have him do this.

But he tells that stupid voice to shut up. And takes the ribbing like an adult

These two would be such hot menaces and Henry would keep Peter out of trouble while they are out there stalking people for fun...for hot guys these two can be creepy creepers lol.

[itsbrucey]

Was thinking more about my monster au and if it would have substance or just be " the dads are monsters" and I realized it would be funny if they were monsters from the forgotten realms and got sucked into the normal world to find their sons. Their sons haven't fully hit " monster puberty" or some dumb shit yet so they blend in easier and the dads have to find them in mundane and safe places where they stick out.

Also it would be funny to find out that Henry wasn't always a Harpy but got adopted by harpies as a baby and he kinda. Got magicked into one. Even funnier if Jodie is a demon upon showing up but finds out he's human and has a magical girl transformation to be normal,,,

Also I'm still not over Selkie Ron like Lark cooked so hard with that. My little seal fella,,,, he winds up in an aquarium and had to pretend to be so incredibly normal but ends up stealing a herring bucket.

DIGS NAILS INTO ARMREST. Also Werewolf Darryl transforming by accident bc of emotion..... Naga Glenn trying to hide with dresses and coats ( it does NOT work).

[cardierreh15]

Goddess of the Moon

A lil sumn, sumn for Kinktober. (No, I have no special list lol I’m just doing whatever tickles my brain) I hope y’all enjoy! 🧡🤎

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Death , Gore , Blood , Monster Fucking 😌 , Cunnilingus , Doggy Style , Size Kink (kind of? He’s pretty fucking massive) , Breeding Kink , Cursing .

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Selene/Goddess (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Selene goes on a trip to Minnesota with her friends when something life changing happens.

Word Count: 4.1K

One Shot

She sat in the cold interrogation room, bouncing her knee vigorously as her arms were folded across her chest. She was gently rocking back and forward, her body riddled with goosebumps as she tried to warm up. 

Her head snapped up at the door to see two gentlemen walking through. It was then when she felt a strange shift in the room. A different kind of aura. One that reminded her of the horrors of last night. 

One of the men was bald and wore glasses. A clean shaven face. He wasn’t as tall and stocky as the other. He looked regular and mundane. But he was decently handsome. 

The other stranger was tall with thick messy curls that rested atop his head. He donned a thick beard that seemed to hide the beauty of his features but also, it enhanced them too. He had broad shoulders with big and sturdy arms to match. 

‘I-I’m sorry… you said that I could leave Mr. Harper.’ 

‘I know. And I do apologize just.. hear me out alright?’

Afraid that they’d tell her that she had to stay a little while longer, she held her breath; digging her own nails into her flesh. 

‘This is Detective Marshall. He is here to hear your story.’ 

Just as she thought, she scoffed as tears brimmed her eyes in frustration. ‘I told you guys my story 3 times already! Is this what you do to people?! Continue to torture and traumatize them until there’s nothing left?!’ 

Detective Marshall glanced over at Commissioner Harper as he tried to piece and put his words together accordingly. 

‘I understand Ms. Carson. But we are all under the impression that there is a dangerous murderer around and—‘

‘Wh-Did you not listen to me?!’ Her voice began to crack, ‘There’s no murderer! Just a big…’ she waved her hands around; trying to exaggerate the size of the beast, ‘Humanoid wolf running around killing people! I know what I saw OK? I’m not crazy!’ 

Commissioner Harper let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘You’re right honey. You aren’t. Just let my Detective do his job ok? He is the best at what he does. He just wants to listen.’ 

Her reddish eyes stung vigorously as she looked over at Detective Marshall before he gave her a gentle nod. His bright cobalt blue eyes were somehow… familiar. 

‘Al-alright. I suppose it’s okay.’ 

Harper let out a silent breath in relief and pat his Detective on the shoulder, ‘Go easy on her.’ He mumbled before walking out of the room. 

The room was quiet for a few moments after Harper left the room. He’d placed the clipboard down on the cool metal table and sat down in his seat. 

He looked over at her, noticing little details about her that somehow made her familiar to him. The beauty mark above her full lips and another on her left cheek. Then there were her hazel eyes. Deep and dark crevices and patterns made them so unique… and again… very fucking familiar. 

He finally spoke up, blinking away ‘I know this is a rough time for you. But you have to tell me what’s going on so I can help you. What is your name?’ 

She reached over and grabbed a Kleenex tissue and blew her nose. ‘Selene Carson.’ 

‘Well, it’s nice to meet you Selene. I am dreadfully sorry that it’s under these circumstances. My name is Walter. I understand that you’re not from here, is that correct?’ 

She nodded slowly as he began to write down on the clipboard. ‘Yes.’

‘OK. What state, City are you from?’ 

‘Atlanta, Georgia.’ She mumbled as she began to chew the inside of her lip again. A thing she did when she was anxious. Her eyes fell to his hand that gripped the pen as he wrote on the paper. 

‘And why’d you come?’ 

Selene let out a gentle yet shaky sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. She was just so tired of these questions. ‘Year vacation. Every year around my birthday we go somewhere and disconnect. Try to enjoy the little things in life and Mother Nature. It was my idea. To come here.. they didn’t even wanna come here! They—‘ she whipped her tears with her thumb, ‘They wanted to go to Wyoming again. God I should’ve listened.’ 

Walter looked up at her and a great deal of grief shrouded him. It was like he was going through what she was going through. Feeling her feelings. Something he never experienced before. Not even with his ex-wife. 

‘It’s alright, Selene. We’re going to get to the bottom of this I promise.’ 

She nodded as she sobbed into her tissue. 

‘Alright. The stupid questions are over… tell me what happened.’ 

Selene swallowed her sticky spit in her mouth and sighed, ‘Well…’ 

***

The girls were sitting around the fire, snuggled up in their thick winter coats as they roasted some marshmallows. 

It was quiet for a little moment; they’d just finished a conversation about how things were when they were little girls. All the shit they use to get into and damn near give their parents heart attacks. Now they are all grown up. 

Heather was about to marry her boyfriend of 3 years. Adaline had just started her dream career of being a computer Engineer. Kelly had just got a hefty raise at her job and Selene had finally bought her dream house back home in Atlanta. 

The girls were literally living their dream lives. And they all had one another… 

But soon it’ll be taken away from them. 

‘Girls… I know we all had a busy year. And our money has been going elsewhere. But I want y’all to know that I am so grateful that we all made the time to take this trip together.’ Selene smiled softly. 

‘Of course girl! You’re our best friend!’ Said Kelly.

‘And it’s your birthday! Just because we’ve taken upon big changes in our lives doesn’t mean that we still can’t make time for one another.’ Adaline added as she reached over and gave her friend a pat on the shoulder. 

‘I know. Just —can we all promise.. that we’ll never stop doing this together? That all our traveling will be done within this group?’ 

The four girls laughed in sync before Heather put her fist out, extending her thumb and pinkie. ‘That’s a promise I can get behind!’ 

The other three girls extended their right hands and did just the same, wrapping their pinkies into the thumbs of their friends. 

After a little while longer of snacking on s’mores and singing silly childhood songs, they all agreed that it was time to hit the sack. They had plans to see the mountains tomorrow at Whale Lake. It was sure to be packed with how gorgeous the weather was going to be. 

3 hours later… 

Selene was having trouble sleeping. She didn’t know if it was because of the excitement that pumped through her like adrenaline or simply because she never came down from that sugar high. 

So she sat up in her tent, checked her phone to see that it along with her AirPods were fully charged. 

‘How about a little walk? Maybe one of the girls wants to go with me?’ She said to herself. 

Pulling her boots onto her feet, jacket over her back and gloves over her hands, she unzipped her tent and stepped outside. 

She was immediately met with the silvery brightness of the moon. ‘Luna… my you are such a beauty tonight.’ She said softly as she placed her hand over her heart. Selene could never understand why she always had this pull towards the moon or anything night related. Other than the fact that she was born at night, nothing else truly made sense.

After sharing such an intimate moment with Luna, she quietly crept over to each tent. And each one had their own snoring song. The girls were out for the count. 

‘Well, guess I’m on my own.’ She shrugged as she shoved her AirPods in her ears and ventured into the woods. 

Selene walked for what seemed to be hours. She caught pictures of nocturnal animals. Bunnies, some doe and bucks, frogs and just the aesthetic of the woods. With all of the nature walks she’s been on, this was all the basic stuff. She wanted something that would stand out to her! Something she could brag about at brunch tomorrow. 

Suddenly, she tripped and fell over a rock as she tried to adjust the brightness on her camera. 

‘Oof!’ 

Luckily, she was able to save herself without injury but not so much her camera. ‘Awwww no!’ She whimpered as she began to scramble up the broken pieces. She kissed her teeth, ‘Dammit! And there goes $3,000. Fuck.’ 

As she picked up her trash, the glistening snow caught her attention. A pair of large paw prints made a statement in the snow. 

The sheer size of it made her heart sink. She saw wolves up close in Colorado at the rehabilitation center. Their paws were owned by pups compared to this monster. 

Turning on her phone’s light to help her combat the darkness, a dozen more paw prints circled her. The image made her sick to her stomach. It was here! It was stalking her like prey. Or so she thought. 

Her heart began to race in her chest, slowly backing up as she did her best to pull herself together. ‘OK Selene. We’re just going to head back to camp. Pretend like none of this had happened.’ 

She inhaled and exhaled slowly to help calm herself down. But that’ll mean nothing pretty soon. 

Doing her best to clear her mind of the troubling thoughts that she’d seen, Selene walked back towards the camp in a hurry. Her headphones were away for the sake of her own safety. 

Suddenly, blood curdling screams echoed through the woods. 

Selene dropped the destroyed camera and dashed down the abandoned path in a hurry. 

‘HEATHER!’ She called out as she pushed and fought the twigs, and bushes that dared to stand in her way. ‘KELLY! ADALINE!’ No answer. 

No matter how fast she ran, she felt as if she wasn’t running fast enough. Because soon enough, the screaming and wailing had come to an eerie stop. 

Damn near tumbling down a steep hill, she balanced herself before she fell at the base of it. But she didn’t let that stop her. She pulled herself up and continued to run. 

‘KELLY! ADA! HEATHER!! Fuck!’ She cursed as the cool air burned at her lungs and throat. She could barely breathe but she kept fighting. 

The brightness of the coals had illuminated the area. And she saw things she never thought she’d witness. 

The tents were clawed, splattered and painted with blood and gore. 

‘Oh my god…’ she placed a hand on her stomach as her knees grew weak. Tears filled her eyes as they landed on torn pieces of body parts and insides. The cool autumn air smelled of pure iron and blood. 

It was then when her insides betrayed her and her stomach began to feel queasy. 

Squatting down, she threw up everything she ate and drank. Her palms gripped at the snow as her vile stained it. 

***

Selene bounced her knee once again as tears just fell down her face like waterfalls. She kept her eyes away from him, unable to look anyone in the eyes because she just felt so shameful. ‘I—I—…’

‘It’s alright… take your time.’ Walter reassured her. ‘Can you tell me what else happened?’ 

It was then when she looked over at him. The goosebumps had returned once again when she thought about the events that came afterwards. She then glanced down at the paper, noticing how he’d written just about everything. There was no way anyone would believe this story. Let alone the next part. So she did her best to spare the next part. 

But he persisted. 

Walter looked down at the paper and then back up at her, ‘I don’t have to write down the next part if you don’t want me to.’ 

Selene sat there silently before looking away once again. 

‘Selene… I promise you can trust me. What you say now, will stay between us.’ 

Her sad eyes glanced back over at him then, the double sided mirror before she looked at him again. ‘You swear.’ 

‘Hope to die.’ 

She swallowed her spit and sat up straight, lacing her cold hands together before resting her upper body atop the table. ‘It didn’t stop there.’ 

***

Selene slowly picked herself up off the ground, sobbing as she did her best to find her footing. But she just collapsed once again before Heather’s mangled body. ‘He—Heather?! Please!’ She called out for her friend as she gripped at her corpse. 

‘HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP ME!’ She wailed before a soul crushing, realm bending scream erupted from her body. But little did she know… it was more of a call. 

She was too busy trying to process the deaths of her beloved friends to notice the rattling of the trees and the stirring of the wind. 

When she was able to pull herself together, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see that it was cracked. ‘Shit.’ She whimpered before tossing it to the side. She then stood up and began to rummage around in their tents to find their phones. Fortunately for her, all of the phones were in great shape… but there was no service. 

‘GOD-DAMMIT!’ She screamed as slammed all three of the working phones into the snow. Allowing her anger, sadness and blame take hold, she stomped on the electronics. Damn near turning them into confetti pieces. 

‘Oooh this is all my fault! I’m so sorry girls.’ She sobbed. ‘We weren’t even supposed to be here, this is all my fault.’ She cried and sniffed. 

After moments to allow herself to grieve, a shift of energy breezed through the air. It caused even her hairs to stand up on her skin beneath her coat. She didn’t feel safe. 

Shortly after came a low hungry growl. Then, she felt a hot breath on the back of her neck. She remained still in her spot like a statue. 

Her lips trembled as more tears filled her eyes and fell down her icy cheeks. She then closed her eyes as she prepared to meet her maker. But like a fool, she took off running and immediately regretted the idea of doing so. 

The beast howled behind her before it began to chase her down. And it didn’t take long! He swiped at her ankles which caused her to fall face front. 

Trying to scurry to her feet, the beast grabbed her ankles and yanked her back towards him. 

‘NO! NO! PLEASE! NO!’ She hollered as she tried to find anything to hold for leverage. But nothing. Just the snow and the leaves. 

When the beast quickly flipped her over, she laid there trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. But she did take in this opportunity to take in all of its details to the best of her ability. Though she couldn’t see the figure clearly, the moon graced him with a silhouette. It had jet black fur, bright blue eyes and an elongated snout. It growled down at her, revealing its large canine teeth before its frightening tongue licked at his grill.

A wolf. If she’d ever seen one. But this wasn’t an ordinary wolf.

Staring up at the creature in fear, she immediately snapped her head away as it leaned in to capture her scent. It’s wet nose tickled her cheek and ear. Then, it nestled itself in her curls. 

When the beast pulled away, it howled at the moon. Shivering, she slowly looked up at it once again. Ironic enough, the creature probably has to be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Suddenly, something about it made her feel… safe. Like it wasn’t there to bring her harm. 

The wolf then rests its snout on her lower belly, letting out small songs of howls onto her. It caused her entire body to vibrate. And all she could do was watch until she build up the courage to speak. 

‘What— what are you doing?’ 

Then he began to let out little whimpers as if he were trying to speak. He kept doing this until something distorted rumbled in his chest. 

‘Heat. Imprint. Heeeat.’

He began to pant as he placed his paw onto her chest and pressed his weight into her. 

‘Unnff! Can’t. Breathe.’ She choked out before he removed his paw and split her coat down the middle with a single claw. 

‘Why are you doing this? Please stop this!’ 

And he clawed at her shirt, revealing her sports bra that held her perky breasts. Then, the tips of his talons grazed all the way down to the middle part of her cargo pants. 

‘Heat. Breed. Imprint. Heat.’

He croaked out once again. But, the word breed was off putting. It caused her eyes to grow before she quickly tried to roll over and crawl away. But he used his free hand to grab her wrists and pinned her down. 

‘Don’t. move.’

She nodded slowly as he easily shredded her pants to pieces. Then, he nuzzled his snout between her warm thighs. She wanted to kick away but that would just piss him off. So she just laid there, allowing him to do whatever it was that he wanted until this nightmare was all over. 

‘So. Warm.’ He growled, ‘Need. Taste.’

Selene began to squirm a little as he spread her thighs and snapped the core of her panties, exposing her delicious flower. 

The beast leaned in, huffing and sniffing as her pheromones caused his nerves to tingle. He couldn’t wait any longer. The beast finally rested it’s long tongue against her slit and licked up to her clit. It was a taste test. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. 

She tasted better. 

Selene let out a generous moan as the creature went to work on her pussy. Curling, folding and flicking its tongue for her. ‘Ooh.’ She shuddered out. With the warmth of ecstasy and the being’s body heat, she felt nice and cozy. 

Her heart raced in her chest as her mind tried to understand what the hell was going on and why her body just gave in so easily to this being. Her body began to tense up and her toes began to curl as he flicked his massive tongue sloppily against her womanhood. 

Her eyebrows tugged into one and her eyes drifted crossed. ‘Aah! Oh my go—‘ The poor girl was so close already. It was as if he knew her body! The things that drove her wild, ‘YES!!’ She cried out, her clit throbbing at the blissful orgasm and abuse. Her small hands clawing at the air above her. 

Satisfied with her taste, the beast licked her sticky nectar off of his snout and let out another howl, this time shorter than before. It caused her to jump at the sudden call. Then, he began panting again. He was in dire need. 

He released his tight grip on her wrists. Now she was able to see him clearly. He had to be twice her size! He was burly and prodigious as if he were probably the King or a pack leader. Thick dark hair donned his shoulders, arms with a thick patch across his chest. Selene’s eyes roamed from his chest to his abdomen that resembled the torso of a human. It had trapezius and toned muscles. So defined and detailed even in the darkness of the night. Then she noticed the ripped, bloodied shorts he wore. There was no way she was looking at one of the most infamous beasts of all time. 

A Werewolf. 

He licked along her cheek before pressing his snout into her there. She couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips before she looked over at him. 

‘What is your name?’ She asked softly.

He growled before flipping her over on her stomach in a hurry before pulling her up to her knees, snatching off the remaining of the torn fabrics that she wore. ‘Ooh!’ She gasped at the sudden movement. 

Looking behind her, she watched as his heavy paws stumped around her. ‘What’s wrong?’ It was then when she noticed his big bushy tail wagging excitedly behind him. ‘How fucking cute!?’ She thought. 

He said nothing, just let out a loud huff before his wet nose pressed against the back of her thigh. Behind her, she could hear the tear of thick fabric then a warm heavy member rested on her rump. 

‘Smell. Good.’

His nose sniffed along her warm, sepia brown skin. Her scent clouded his brain like a drug. He began to whimper softly as he licked at her shoulder. 

No longer frightened to death, Selene closed her eyes as she pressed her back against him. Begging him without using her words. It was strange. She felt like she’d ingested a bunch of Tequila. It made her feel carefree and sexy. What did he do to her?

‘Selene.’

Her eyes flashed open at the sound of her name but before she could react further, he’d began to sink his thick shaft into her pussy. A sharp inhale left her lips as he stretched her to fit himself in. She began to grip the snow beneath her once more, ‘UGH!’ He was massive! 

He began to huff and growl once again until he finally nestled within the home inside of her, bottoming out completely. Her toes curled as a familiar numbness shrouded her body. Her nipples hardened, her clit erect and throbbing. 

‘Uhhh!’ She wailed as she quickly got adjusted to his enormous size. A few strokes and he was sending her to pound town! Using her body as he saw fit and she was having a damn good time. 

Selene’s face grew warm, her eyes rolling back as she took his monstrous cock. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ She mewed out as his large hands held onto her waist tightly, ramming his member into her warm abyss. 

She reached behind him, placing her small hand against his lower abdomen. He was so warm, so strong. If she were to end up like her friends after this, what a beautiful death it would be. His sharp claws gently stabbing into her smooth, brown skin. Careful enough not to puncture and rip her to pieces. 

At this point, Selene completely forgot about the fact that he actually knew her name. 

But that much didn’t matter when such a beauty of a beast was using you like a personal flesh light. 

He let out hungry grunts as drool fell from his lips upon her back. ‘Breed. Goddess. Breed. Selene.’

‘Oooh my fucking god yes! Uh huh! Fuck me!’ She begged as he began to pump his hips harder and faster. Her sweet, innocent moans were no more. Instead they were turned into filthy cursing and carnal screams as she came over and over again like a desperate little whore.

Soon enough, his whimpers and grunts became constant and his thrusts became demanding and rugged. He let out an animalistic bark before he settled his dick deep inside of her. Coating her soft, spongy cervix and walls with his cum. He howled as she began to throw her ass back against him. Milking him for every drop. 

Finally, when he pulled out his member, he collapsed into the snowy ground, exhausted. But he whispered, ‘Imprint. Breed.’

Trying to catch her own breath, she collapsed right next to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Partly because he was truly the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen (even though he did murder her friends…) but she couldn’t understand these codes. What was he saying to her? 

‘No name… Selene. Imprint.’ 

***

‘Look you’ve got to believe me OK? Throw me on the damn Lie Detector test! It really happened!’ 

Walter sat across the room, his eyes glazed over with shock and disbelief. He couldn’t say anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her. In fact, he believed her probably more than anyone else. 

‘Uhm… you said he didn’t have a name? Did he say anything else about himself?’ 

She pressed her lips together, shaking her head, ‘No. Just he kept saying “Breed. Imprint.”. I kept asking what it meant but he just couldn’t seem to put the words together?’ 

He couldn’t believe his ears. Was it really her?! His Goddess?! Was she really his soulmate, his imprintee? A lot of nights he couldn’t remember things but he remembered this one clear as day! 

Walter blinked and looked down as he could hear her moans, begging and pleading in his ears. He cleared his throat before glanced back up at her. 

‘Did he— did he say anything else?’ 

Selene looked over at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She grew defensive, ‘Why?! Ain’t like you’re gonna believe me anyway.’ She looked down into her lap, a somber look upon her gorgeous features. 

He looked back up at her and let out a gentle sigh. ‘Selene, I probably believe you more than you believe it yourself.’ 

It grew quiet for a few more moments before he spoke up again. He had to confirm it for himself. ‘What did he say?’ 

She bit into her bottom lip before she left out a huff. ‘Mine.’ 

‘Mine. My Selene.’ 

It was probably safe to say that Walter was not only spooked but grateful. It was unfortunate what happened to her friends. They were in the way. But he’d never tell her that. 

Trying to piece together the words, his heart answered before his mind could. 

‘It’s you.’ 

[bellaxgiornata]

Forbidden Love [Part One: Encounters]

Pairing: Vampire Henry x Fem!Werewolf!Reader Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/tags: Smut, blood, biting (I mean...that's a given), bit of enemies to lovers, maybe some angst and fluff

Summary: After awhile you'd grown used to the vampire who often lurked around the woods you hunted in. Though that didn't mean his irritating presence didn't bother you, or that you didn't wonder why he often seemed to be waiting for you–especially since your kinds weren't meant to intermingle.

a/n: This is just a short little mini series in honor of spooky season for Henry. Because how am I supposed to resist a hairy vampire Charlie character? Not sure where I'm going with this besides some smut, I'll be honest. But enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! The installment list for this mini series can be found here.

Tag List: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

The nearly full moon hung heavy and low in the sky, just barely brushing the treetops. A light, misty rain had been sneaking its way through the cover of them ever since the sun had set, a refreshing autumn breeze accompanying it as the wind rustled the dried leaves still clinging to the branches around you. Paws racing across the cold and damp dirt, your keen eyes noticed every flicker of moonlight along the forest floor as the clouds trailed their way back and forth across the moon.

It was liberating running loose like this. Weaving your way among the tree trunks and leaping over the trees felled by lightning or rot. There weren’t many in your pack that still enjoyed the freedom that the wolf allotted them–not quite like you. But as a full-blooded werewolf, you’d been born human and wolf, and you certainly embraced both sides of yourself. Which was why you often spent your evenings alone, reveling in the hunt and pushing your limits out in this forest where you were allowed to unleash that other side of yourself.

Because these were your hunting grounds.

Though as you easily hurdled another fallen tree, that familiar and unwelcome smell met your nose. Muzzle wrinkling at the scent, you immediately recognized it. Your pace instantly slowed, your eyes surveying the trees around you. That damn vampire was back again, you could tell by that smell that always accompanied him. Your hair bristled along your back, the scent of blood and death and cologne mingling together in the air. Ears twitching on alert, you listened closely for any sign of movement as you caught your breath.

The faintest sound of leaves crunching underfoot came from nearby and your head snapped sharply in the direction of it, eyes narrowing. Another set of eyes met yours in return, the inhumanly silver gleam an easy tell that the man stepping out from behind the tree wasn’t human. Lips curling back into a sneer, you barred your teeth at the vampire. 

“Straight to the threats again this time?” he asked, amused. 

Hackles raising further, you widened your stance and kept your eyes trained on his every movement. The vampire lifted his hands by his chest as if he meant no harm, taking a few cautious steps forward towards you. A rumbling growl vibrated in your throat, your muscles tensed and ready for a fight. 

You’d stumbled on this vampire a handful of times out here over the past few weeks now, but you had absolutely no idea why he kept appearing. Though the first time you saw him and he’d spotted you, it was almost as if he was in awe of you. On a more recent encounter he’d mentioned that it’d been quite some time since he’d seen one of your kind–one of the few things he’d said to you so far. And that had made sense, considering vampires and werewolves didn’t mix. Your kinds were supposed to abhor each other; each one considering the other an abomination in their own right. 

Yet for some reason, it was like he kept intentionally seeking you out.

“Why don’t you shift back this time?” that smooth voice of his questioned. 

Another rumbling growl tore its way up your throat, ending on a warning bark as you took a step closer. He’d never hurt you before, but why would you let your guard down with him this time? Why would you trust a vampire ? Especially one who seemed determined to get you to shift into a weaker form for him. What was his game?

“You know I don’t speak dog,” he teased, a sly grin slipping onto his lips. “And I don’t quite enjoy the scent of a wet one, either.”

Then fuck off , you thought.

You growled again in irritation, teeth still barred. He only chuckled lightly, his hands still raised as he stood there in his pristine and outdated navy suit. 

“You have my word,” he promised, ��’m’not going to hurt you. I only want to talk, I assure you. Nothing more.”

Continuing to stay where you were, hackles raised and lips still curled back in a silent snarl, you carefully surveyed the vampire. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why he kept showing up here, always watching you. Always so goddamned curious about you himself. But as you sniffed the air when another breeze blew past, you noticed that the scent of blood on him was yet again something animal–fox this time. It was always animal blood that you smelled on him, never human.

Your head tilted in confusion to the side, eyes narrowing further at him. An almost questioning rumble vibrated in your chest at the scent. Why did he only ever smell like he’d just drank from an animal?

His hands dropped back to his sides as he nodded, taking another step towards you. “I take it you noticed that I don’t feed on humans,” he said as if he somehow knew what you’d picked up on. “Used to be one. Call me sentimental, I s’pose.”

Gradually the tension eased a bit from your muscles at his reply. That was unusual, you had to admit. Though you still kept your guard up, keeping a close watch on him as he stood not too far from you. You still didn’t exactly trust him. 

He hummed out an approving noise when he noticed your change in demeanor, offering you a smile that was somehow both cheeky and reassuring. You didn’t quite know what to make of that, either. But admittedly you also hadn’t run into another vampire before, so you didn’t really know what to make of them in general. Especially this strange one. You’d only known the things you’d been told your entire life–which was that they were vile, dangerous, and untrustworthy. 

Though this one was…interesting. Intriguing. And, truthfully, you quite liked the look of him. His face was handsome and appealing, there was no denying that. You liked that full, thick beard he had and the way his buttoned up dress shirt was open at the top with his ascot messily undone, revealing a trail of dark hair that you assumed continued down his chest. If he’d been a human or an unmated member of your pack, you’d have been drawn straight to him. 

But he wasn’t any of those things. 

Yet still, your curiosity eventually won out. Deciding you’d shift and hopefully get some answers, you hesitantly began to take a few steps backwards, your eyes still fixed on him in front of you as you moved. The vampire’s head tilted just a bit to the side, his eyes continuing to reflect that inhuman silver color at you through the darkness as he watched you in return. 

You took a few more steps backwards before you ducked behind a nearby tree. Pausing for a moment, you listened and made sure he hadn’t followed after you. He hadn’t though, instead having remained perfectly still right where you’d left him. Uncertain if you were making a grave mistake right now, you closed your eyes and shifted back. 

Shifting now wasn’t like what it had been when you first learned to do it. It wasn’t nearly as painful and difficult anymore, and now you’d grown so used to it that it was as natural as breathing. It took you barely any time at all to switch forms, which would prove in your favor if this vampire decided to attack you, thinking he’d outsmarted you by asking you to shift in the first place.

But as you slowly rose back up to your feet, the large tree trunk still blocking the vampire from your view, you had become very aware of your nakedness. It wasn’t as if you could shift back fully dressed, and you’d long since learned to strip out of your clothing when you shifted to avoid destroying the entirety of your wardrobe. So when you came out here to hunt at night, you always kept your clothing hidden under a rock, ensuring you had something to change back into. It wasn’t like you ever wanted to trek back home in nothing.

Though right now you felt quite vulnerable and exposed as the autumn wind nipped at your bare, damp skin.

Cautiously you stepped around the trunk of the tree, one hand lingering against the rough bark as you moved. The vampire hadn’t left his spot, but you could see his reflective silver eyes roaming over your bare form once you’d appeared again. His gaze and the cold droplets of rain on your skin drew forth goosebumps almost instantly. Despite your weakened vision in the dark in this form, you could still see that cheeky, sly smile drawing itself across his lips once again. 

“Ahh, and now finally we meet,” he said, breaking the silence. “My name is Henry. What would yours be, darling?”

Lip curling back, you pulled a face. “Why do you even want to know that?” you shot at him. “And why should I even tell you to begin with?”

“Would you care for some incentive?” he asked, dark brows raising onto his forehead. “Alright then. One moment.”

He was gone in a blur, your mouth falling open as you gaped at his speed. You’d known vampires were fast, but you hadn’t known they were that fast. 

Mere seconds later he was standing in the exact same place you’d watched him disappear from. It took you a moment to realize why he’d disappeared in the first place, too busy admiring his handsome face that was now looking rather pleased and smug. But then your eyes dropped down, realizing he’d been holding something in his hands–your clothes. Eyes widening in shock, they darted back up towards his face. Henry chuckled softly at your reaction, holding your clothes up even higher for you to see them.

“Incentive enough?” he asked.

“Are you serious?” you snapped at him. “Give me my clothes back!”

He tsk’ed lightly, shaking his head as he lowered the bundle in his hands back to his side. “I’ll only give them back if you give me your name,” he told you. “Though I’ll admit, I’d almost much prefer you didn’t just so I could keep you like that.”

Lips parting in surprise, you felt heat creep its way up your neck and to your cheeks despite the chill of the evening. Was he flirting with you? How absolutely absurd considering what you both were. Your kinds didn’t mix, and they certainly didn’t have relations .

“Why have you been watching me?” you demanded. “What do you want from me?”

Henry’s head tilted a bit to the side as he eyed you. “I believe the deal was for you to tell me your name in exchange for the return of your clothing,” he replied slowly, “but if you’d much prefer I keep your clothes and answer your questions, I’d certainly oblige.”

Teeth clamping down on your lip in irritation, you stood there glaring back at him. What an infuriating, pompous asshole. You’d rather him give you your clothes and leave, never to return back to your hunting grounds without giving up your name to him at all. But as your hand curled into a fist against the tree trunk, you found yourself telling him it in the hopes that he’d finally disappear.

“Pretty name,” he mused.

You scoffed, still glaring back at him. “I could care less whether you find it pretty or not,” you snarled, your left hand extending out towards him. “Give me my clothes and leave .”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, stepping nearer to you. “Thought you wanted to know why I was here?”

Pressing your lips firmly together and squaring your shoulders despite the chill threatening to send a shiver through you, you watched him cautiously approach. He was taking his steps slow and careful as he moved, walking slower than one normally would. Considering how fast you’d just seen him retrieve your clothes, you knew he was doing it on purpose. Probably so he didn’t startle you, you figured.

Eventually he came to a stop just before you, practically invading your personal space with his proximity as the moonlight slipped through the trees and illuminated his features. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color and you were surprised to find nothing terrifying about them besides the mischief lurking inside of them. Inevitably your eyes dropped down to his lips. They were plush and curled into the ghost of an amused smile, though at this distance you could see the faint bit of dried blood at the corner of them from having just fed. Unable to stop yourself at the scent of the fox blood, your eyes lingered at the speck of red as your tongue darted out, licking your lips hungrily.

Henry’s soft laugh drew you out of your thoughts, your heart jumping in your chest at the abrupt sound that had startled you out of your near trance. Your gaze darted back up to his, noticing that he was smirking down at you now, amusement openly glistening in his eyes. A moment later you felt the fabric of your clothes brushing against your bare chest and you gasped lightly, head snapping downwards.

“I believe these belong to you,” he murmured.

Swallowing thickly as your heart hammered in your ears, your hands hesitantly reached out and accepted the bundle of your clothes from him. Gradually your eyes rose back up towards his, fingers tightening around the damp fabric. Brows drawing together, you were confused as to why he was smiling at you like that. Unless he’d mistaken your body’s reaction to him for something else, something it didn’t mean. 

Because it absolutely did not mean what that self-assured smile seemed to think it meant.

“‘M’sure I’ll be seeing you again real soon,” he whispered.

He said your name so softly that you’d have missed it among the dry rustling of leaves if it wasn’t for your heightened sense of hearing. But before you could even respond or yet again ask him why he kept appearing in your forest, he disappeared in a blur, leaving you with more questions than answers as you stood there naked and confused in the rain.

[deandoesthingstome]

Fantasy Hotel

Pairings: Monster!HC characters x Reader (I don't know how many there will be.)

Series Summary: A new hotel just opened up in town with promises to fulfill all your monster fucking fantasies. You were a little gun shy at first, but you come around. Again and again.

Fic links, warnings, notes, etc, under the cut since these can change at any moment.

Warnings: As with all of my fiction, 18+, NO MINORS. We're talking monster fucking, p in v, p in a, possibly some DP, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, maybe a hint of CNC, light dom/sub dynamics, biting, blood sucking, exhibitionism, fantasy (as if not apparent from the title and subject matter

Word Count: 32K-ish

A/N: I don't even know if I should call this a series. Let's be honest at the outset: I've written one and half of another. I've an idea for a third. After that? Who knows?

Forest Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader

Labyrinth Fantasy - Minotaur!Sy x Reader

Gothic Fantasy - Vampire!August x Reader

Haunted Fantasy - Ghost!Mike x Reader

Medieval Fantasy - Witcher!Geralt x Reader

Back to Reality: A Final Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader

[jaedoesart]

Oops I did a thing.

THSC x Shaperaverse crossover AU, babyyyyy-

[weirdlookindog]

Warner Oland and Henry Hull in Werewolf of London (1935)

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THIS COPPERRIGHT I DID FOR HALLOWEEN