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this isnt a specific monster but like a sort of humanoid praying mantis x reader?? I tried finding something similar to what I have in mind but I could only find aliens not actual mantis people, and I really want that forest-cryptid kinda vibe not sci-fi space. do with this what you will :)

Well my sweet dove lets see what I can do for you, I hope you enjoy!.

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Praying For A Miracle

Hybrid!Praying Mantis x reader

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You have strayed too far from your path. A little forest nymph that's wandered too far away from their God. The night is harsh and unforgiving as you stumble through the thick bramble and bushes, desperately searching for shelter in this magical forest. Creatures of all different shapes and sizes reside here. Creatures who are seeking refuge from warmongers and poachers who would rather see their heads on spikes than on their bodies. Most of them are friendly, but there are some strays that sneak in under your God's eye, corrupted creatures that go unnoticed until it's too late. Usually, they target little nymphs like you, defenseless, weak, and delicate, you have no way of defending yourself against an attacker should you face one. That's why you shakily wander the woods searching for a tree trunk you could reside in or perhaps a friendly creature that could bring you back to your home. 

It was your own fault, you realize that you shouldn't have wandered off but you saw flowers, beautiful flowers that never bloom. You foolishly got distracted and now you're in the perilous clutches of a corrupted creature that had gotten the jump on you while you were lost in your terrified thoughts. You can't even tell what it is, it's large, and snarling, and its fangs look like they would hurt if they pierced your soft skin. You shake and tremble quietly. It's not in your nature to scream or fight. Nymphs are supposed to show kindness and love to all creatures including the ones that intend to harm them. That's why you lay there, shaking uncontrollably ready to accept your fate, your brutal death at this evil beings’ claws. Your God is nowhere to be found, probably drowning in the wine that was gifted to them during the last festival of the forest. You're afraid, yet weirdly you're at peace. You've had a very peaceful life, while your death may be violent, at least you know you've never had to worry about anything. Not predators, not starving, not becoming so dehydrated you could barely move. You've been taken care of so you guess this is the end…

The creature cries out in pain when something bites its nape. It reels back and tries to swipe at the thing currently attaching itself to its spine. You catch the sight of something green before it's gone just as quickly, the creature spinning trying to whip the hybrid off of him. You can see human legs and roughly a human body but you also see antennae, wings, and large raptorial legs that act as its hands. You honestly don't know what you're looking at but regardless of that, you're thankful for the creature's aid. As the violent creature finally shakes off the hybrid and runs off completely terrified you shakily stand and make your way over to your savior. He stands as well rushing over to check on you. Nymphs are treasured amongst non-corrupt creatures so it wasn't surprising when he immediately started fussing over you and using his raptorial arms to check you over.

“What…are you my savior? You're a hybrid of some sort but I can't seem to place the creature you're mixed with. Please do enlighten me, my hero.”

You stare as his greenish-tinted skin becomes a few shades darker as he blushes. Evidently he's not used to receiving such praise from nymphs, being called a hero and a savior is new. He doesn't dislike it but he's certainly not used to it either, it takes him a moment to recover before he can speak to you without stuttering. While he is recovering you just stare at him, wide-eyed, curious, like a child staring at a brand new toy. 

“I-I'm a praying mantis hybrid…Your God created me this way when they were first experimenting with creation. I am the result of a few failed hybrids…My name is Bleez. No need to introduce yourself little nymph I've been watching you for a while. I'm well aware of who you are although I'm not a hundred percent sure why you're wandering the woods alone.”

“Oh, I strayed from my usual path and stopped to smell some flowers. I guess I walked too far away and couldn't find my path again so I guess I was just looking for a guide to help me find my way home! Or somewhere to stay for the night. I'm sure I'd have better luck if I could actually see where I was going.”

“You're welcome to stay with me, I don't live far from here, come. There are far worse creatures than that one in this part of the woods.”

Before you can respond he lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder, stumbling slightly at how light you are to him. All nymphs are light though regardless of their body type, they're essentially made of pure air and the spirit of the God themselves. You look back at him, turning your body and just sitting on his shoulder noticing how his wings stretch out and cover his body. You tilt your head, analyzing his features once again. It's rare to see a hybrid, let alone a hybrid insect yet here you are, riding on the shoulder of one, one that risked his life to save you when he did not need to. 

“So Bleez, you say my God created you? How come I've never seen you before? I've been alive for quite a long time you know.”

“I've kept myself hidden, I'm not exactly confident in my appearance. Other creatures run from me even though I'm not a predator, it started to hurt after a while so I just sheltered myself away. Plus there was no way a beautiful nymph like you was ever going to notice me.”

You stare at his face for a minute, just now noticing the extra long mouth parts coming from the corner of his lips. It must help him eat meat and prey if he does decide to become a predator. You don't see anything wrong with him though, you don't understand why other creatures are afraid of him. Then again you don't understand why creatures are afraid of predators either. You're designed to love all creatures equally and you find them all equally beautiful, equally handsome, yet there was something about this one, perhaps it's the fact that he saved you. That made you just a little bit more loving.

“What are you talking about? You look amazing. My hero is the handsomest hybrid in the world!”

He nearly drops you when you say that but thankfully he arrived at his home in a tree trunk, the tree is as wide as a small cabin. He opens the side of the trunk and sets you down on the soft padding that he uses as his bed before shutting the trunk behind him and lighting a lantern as well as a fire to keep you warm. The magic of your forest amazes you sometimes, the fact that a small home can fit into the trunk of a tree without any worry of the tree being set ablaze by the fireplace makes you stare at it in awe. He awkwardly stands beside you, before sitting on the floor and pulling out a cast iron cauldron to make you some soup. He's taking care of you, nymphs are precious, nymphs are everything, that's what he's been taught since he was little. He sees why, you're so innocent, so pure, you must be protected at all costs and he wants to make sure you're fed and kept warm and you enjoy your stay for however long you reside with him.

The soup is good and healthy, and you remain nice and warm throughout the night. He slept on the floor and gave you a ton of wool blankets to keep you comfortable while he slept with a small sheet that you could almost see through because of how thin it was. About halfway through the night, you woke up to his teeth chattering, looking over the makeshift bed to see him shaking and trembling. You weren't having that at all, you were a guest in his house but that didn't mean you had to be treated like royalty. You knew he would argue if you tried to get him to climb into bed with you so instead you joined him on the floor. Wrapping all of the large wool blankets around both of you before curling into his back, hoping your body heat would be enough to comfort him, the human in him must be ice cold. You flinched when you brushed against his arm and felt the true temperature of his body. Regardless of how uncomfortable you were you went back to sleep and you slept well, especially when he stopped shivering which reassured you that he was finally sleeping peacefully himself.

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The next morning came soon enough, you awoke to the smell of eggs as he once again cooked for you. You realized you were back in bed and you looked out of his window in the trunk only to see chickens, cows, a bunch of barn animals outside. He does absolutely everything he can not to go into civilization which means raising these animals to get the ingredients he needs for food and nourishment. You find that impressive, he's built his own little world just outside of the outskirts of the center of the forest where most of the creatures live. You turn to him taking note of his abdomen and the scars over it and you watch as his antennae twitch before he turns to you having sensed your movement. 

“Good morning little nymph! I've made you food and here’s some milk to drink. I figured we could start heading back to your home as soon as you're done eating. People are probably worried about you.”

You eat your food, staring at him in awe. He's so caring, so kind. 

“Oh, no one's worried about me. Nymphs go missing all the time eventually we all wind up getting replaced. Hey, how'd you get those scars? Have you fought very many predators out here?”

“I would rather not discuss that with you nymph. Doesn't that bother you? That nobody would miss you if you were gone? I'd be so concerned I'd search the entire forest before even thinking about “replacing” you.”

“Aw that's sweet, are you starting to like me yet? Sounds like it.”

“H-Hardly…let's get going, you certainly did stray far because we're not exactly close to any nymph nests. Would you like to ride on my shoulder again? You were quite light so I don't mind.”

“Actually I think I'd rather stay here so that's what I'm going to do okay?”

He stares at you for a little while, a strange smile on his face as if he didn't really register what you said. When it did click though he looked at you completely shocked, he's dead quiet as he tried to ponder what to say next, he's got nothing, this was such a strange situation for him, no creature had ever flat-out told him they were going to stay with him before. This little nymph just pushed him straight over the edge into a massive pit of anxiety and confusion. 

“......Huh?”

“I want to stay with you! You have such a beautiful home and I'm sure I could be of use to you and helping to tend to your creatures! Plus you said you'd miss me if I was gone.”

“No no no no no. I said I would be worried if you randomly went missing. There's a difference there. Why would you want to stay here?...No it's absolutely out of the question I'm bringing you home now.”

“You absolutely are not. I'm not going with you willingly so you'd be forced to hurt me if you're trying to transport me. I will scream Bleez don't test me.”

“You are absolutely infuriating, if you insist on staying here then stay here! I highly doubt you'll last more than a day without any type of socialization. Nymphs are social creatures, I know all about them you need to be around people. You'll be begging to go home within a day.”

“Why would I need to be around people when I have you?”

He groans in frustration before storming off, leaving the small home in the tree trunk to go tend to his barn animals. Yet he did not argue with you after that, in the coming days, he found himself enjoying your company, willing you to stay longer even if you started getting bored. You didn't start getting bored, like you said before you don't need other people when you have him. As long as you can socialize with one person you won't become lonely, you won't start craving that social attention that most nymphs need. You thought eventually he would get tired of you and force you to leave yet he didn't. He in fact encouraged you to stay and cheered you on whenever you helped him reign in his sheep and cattle. He was proud of you, of how far you came in such a short amount of time. Little did he know you would only continue to grow, no longer weak and defenseless. You wanted to protect your new home so he started teaching you how to defend yourself, how to defend your creatures. Eventually, he found himself wanting to sleep with you more, wanting to be by you, craving you more than anything. His antennae twitch whenever you're around, and his wings stretch and hug you tightly whenever you're close enough. He's falling for you, and he's falling fast, his large eyes stay locked on you whenever you're out in the fields that surround his tree. His long mouth parts rub against each other in an attempt to stimulate him at least a little bit…This is starting to be quite the problem. 

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It all comes to a head six months after you started living with him. He climbed into bed with you and for the first time in his life, he felt, hard, insanely hard. Painfully erect as he pressed against you. There's no way you didn't feel it either, the way your eyes widened and you turned to stare at him. It was obvious he had no experience, he'd been isolated since the day he was born. He had no interest in ever acting on whatever urges he had so eventually he just didn't feel them anymore. But now that he had the potential to have a lover, someone to mate with it was driving him insane. The mantis in him was also worried, aware that females tend to eat the heads of the male once they finish their mating ritual however he's aware you aren't a mantis so he should be just fine. He doesn't even know if you want him though, he's not exactly attractive to most people, to most beings that is. However, you never once shied away from him, you always treated him like he was special and yet also normal. You've seen so many creatures that you probably are attracted to him in the way he's attracted to you, he shouldn't be afraid but he is. He can barely stutter out the next words that leave his mouth. 

“H-Help me…P-Please.”

You smile, gently kissing one of the mouthparts. This beautiful nymph couldn't possibly be trying to comfort him yet you are. You shift between his legs rubbing your thighs against his slacks, knowing that he's hurting. You kiss his lips gently, reaching behind him to stroke his wings, your other hand moving to his antennae. You're stimulating every single part of him, he's losing his mind in pleasure, his hips moving erratically. He can't control it, he's sorry but before he can stop he finds himself spilling all over your thighs making them sticky as you continue to stroke his most sensitive spots. You don't stop until he's hard again until he's needy and aching for you. Begging for you to touch him, begging you for more and more until he can't take it anymore. Then without you having to even do anything he cums again completely untouched. Just a thought of being inside you was enough to stimulate him to the point that he was a panting, blubbering mess. 

“F-Fuck…Fuck more, give me more please I need it. I'll be good I promise. Please please please-”

He moans desperately when you lift your leg, keeping him on his side and letting him slide between your thighs. You don't want him to roll over and crush his wings. You traced the patterns on his wings as you took his hard cock and positioned him at your slick entrance…He moved on instinct, shoving himself inside of you, nearly finishing right then and there but not wanting to disappoint you. He forces himself to stop moving, panting into your neck, licking up the column of your throat before using his long mouth parts to bite down on you remarkably hard, making you bleed. You cried out in pain and he apologized but he bit you again. He needed to do something to anchor himself or he was going to lose his mind, he started moving. Slow grinding thrusts that had you feeling every single inch of him. His wings flapped and slapped his back, the sound distracting you but you're brought right back into the moment when he suddenly starts moving fast, hard, he once again can't control his hips.

“I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. You feel so fucking good so good I'm gonna-”

He spills inside you, his raptorial arms wrapped around you tightly as he prods at you, that's his way of checking on you, trying to show that he cares. He pulled out of your slick a mix of your juices falling out of you. The both of you lay there panting, it was quick, it was needy, it was absolutely perfect. He stares at you for a long while before suddenly breaking the silence, wanting to talk to you, wanting to hear your voice, wanting to know if you enjoyed him even though he was fairly new at this. 

“Are you…okay? Did you enjoy it?”

Your giggling was music to his ears. Your smile is his sun.

“Yes I enjoyed myself thoroughly…who knew your antennae would be so sensitive.”

You caress his head right around the base of his antennae and he shutters.

“D-Don't do that.”

You pull your hand away and kiss him softly, caressing his cheeks and then reaching down to caress his scars. 

“Do you still want to know what happened? How I got these scars?”

“Only if you're comfortable with telling me.”

He hesitates for a moment before sighing, caressing your hair, and finally speaking.

“I told you how your God created me right?”

“Yes, although you didn't seem too happy about it.”

“I was a nymph once. I used to be just like you until I stole from your God so they turned me human and kept me imprisoned until they decided to fuse me with a creature. I had a choice but I didn't choose the creature they wanted so they fused me with the mantis. It was painful, agonizing. I suppose I deserved it. I knew what would come if I got caught stealing from a god. The torture I endured is something I would never wish on anyone little nymph.”

“...I'm so sorry Bleez I don't know what else to say.”

“There's nothing else to say, my love. I simply wanted you to know because you were curious. Rest now when you wake in the morning I'll make you some breakfast and we'll go for a walk on the same trail we met. How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice…Goodnight, my love”

“Goodnight.”

From that moment on everything changed, you were his and he was yours. All the trauma, all the agony, all the abandonment you worked through it together, and eventually he was able to overcome the fear he had of your God and rejoined society long enough to get officially wed to you. That was all he needed you. A little nymph that got lost in the woods, a little nymph that was praying for a miracle. He just so happened to answer.

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An Unlikely Match - Part 1

Manticore x fem!reader

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Hunting monsters is easy. From werewolf to goblin to vampire you hunt them all and you're damn good at it. You've made a name for yourself, over the years the monsters have started calling you Nightshade, the name of a deadly poison. You're a nightmare to most. You're mean and uncooperative and you refuse to work with anyone else let alone connect with them. You're damn good at your job though and you make your money in the thousands every single job you do. You accept no less than ten thousand each job you go on and regardless of the client's request, you always kill the monster you're hunting. It's easier than dragging around a deadly monster that's trying to escape and fighting you every step of the way. One silver bullet, iron arrow, or steel blade to the heart is enough to kill a monster instantly.

This job is the easiest thing you've ever done. You've never really had many emotions, you're probably considered a psychopath. Your lack of empathy scares people and they label you a monster yourself. You don't see the problem with killing threats, things that have harmed people, or rather things that have harmed humans. If a monster hasn't done anything you don't kill them, but there's always a reason a client will come to you and you hardly ever turn down a job. You didn't turn this one down either. In the cold of a forest, late at night, you're hunting a manticore, a small manticore that killed three families in a nearby village. You're following the extremely obvious tracks. They're rushed as if they're running from something, probably from you. You always hear the monster out even though people think you don't, you're purely logical if the monster hasn't harmed anyone or if they had a reason to harm someone then you don't kill them. You don't kill until they become a threat. But this manticore killed a child, four children to be exact. It probably just got hungry. 

You're aware that it's not their fault, their blood lust can become uncontrollable, unmanageable, and maybe the manticore didn't mean to hurt those families but regardless, twelve people are dead and it's this manticore's fault. You haven't fought very many of them, the few you did nearly killed you. You know that manticores aren't beings to be trifled with. They're smart, they're deadly, and they're very very dangerous, especially to humans and people like you who are foolish enough to go hunting them. You're not stupid though, you've fought many monsters and you know how to handle yourself. You have several hidden weapons on you as well as several hidden poisons, the poisons will certainly kill you if you accidentally ingest it but you figured if you're going out you may as well take the monster with you. You lack a sense of self-preservation for sure and it's well known amongst monsters and men that you'll do anything to complete your task including sacrificing yourself, your limbs, your once scarless skin, everything, and anything to get the job done.

The forest is quiet, save for the sound of crickets and the ambient noise of the bushes and branches brushing against each other as the wind whips around you. It's hardly a calm night, but none of your nights ever are. You enjoy it though, it reminds you of home, the chaos that your family brought. They weren't wealthy nor were they poor, they also hunted monsters although they weren't nearly as good at it as you are. You lost family members so easily. Your brother to a werewolf, your mother to a ghoul, your father to a basilisk and finally your sisters to a vampire and succubus. You think you have some family left on your father's side, a few uncles and maybe an aunt. Perhaps you have cousins who could share in your passion for hunting down the creatures that killed your family. ‘It's their own fault’ That's what you tell yourself. They shouldn't have been hunting monsters that they couldn't kill. You started small and worked your way up to the big beasts. You didn't just dive head-first into the deep end which is how your brother died. Werewolves aren't a joke either. You think about them a lot when you're in the wilderness, you lived in a small cabin with them in the middle of the woods. It was beautiful and peaceful, and as your family members slowly died all you could think was that you enjoyed the quiet more than anything.

The sound of a twig snapping pulls you out of your thoughts as you lazily glance in the direction of the sound. You catch sight of a scorpion tail, large and intimidating. Intimidating to those who have no experience in dealing with manticores. You saunter over to the noise and you watch as the tail swipes at you, dodging it easily. It's scared. It's smaller than the other manticores you've fought, it must be a baby or adolescent. It hisses at you and you raise your gun to it, firing a silver bullet into its spine. Stopping it from running. It continues swiping at you with its tail and paws which makes you roll your eyes. Hunting monsters has become boring, there's never any challenge, never any urgency. Its small mane is standing upright, signifying the young manticore's distress. This is so annoying, so frustrating, you don't understand why you don't feel anything for this creature. This poor creature that's unable to move since you've severed its spinal cord. You raise your gun to its lion head but just before you pull the trigger something catches your attention. 

A low growling makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up that's never a good sign. For the first time in a long time, you felt fear as claws were suddenly embedded in your side and you were being pushed to the ground by Khavak. Another manticore, a large black and red mane surrounding his large scarred lion head. His scorpion tail swiping and violently flicking around in the air before embedding itself in your spine pumping his venom into you as quickly as possible. Trying to kill you in the span of seconds. Blood began pouring out of your wounds the moment he pulled his claws back…Wait a second…You've never seen this manticore before, you've never interacted with him before, yet you know his name? How is that possible? The feeling of his tail digging into your spine as his venom pours into your body clouds your judgment, clouds your thoughts…’No way…No fucking way.’

“No fucking way.”

Khavak pulls away after he growls that out. He stares at you wide-eyed, hyperventilating. He shakes his head, checking on the young manticore you nearly killed, and gently slung it over his shoulder. He was about to leave you, let you die. You deserve to die at least in his eyes, monster slayer, Nightshade. There's an issue though, one both of you seem to immediately acknowledge. You're his soulmate and he's yours. He hesitates for a long while, standing opposite your bleeding body as his venom flows through your system rapidly. He growls and slings you over his shoulder as well, much the protest of the young manticore already in his arms. He whispers something in his own language before spreading his large leather wings and lifting off into the sky. You don't know if it was the venom or the feeling of your organs shifting in the air that gave you butterflies. Maybe it was being your soulmate's arms. Starting to pass out you tie yourself to his arm making sure he can't drop you easily since you know you're going to lose consciousness. Once you wake up though you suspect you'll be safe. 

“Nightshade…”

“...Yeah?”

“You are my soulmate, you are under my protection now. I may not agree with you or what you have done but you're my mate and I am yours. So rest now, I will keep you safe.”

“I don't…want…a….soulmate”

You lose consciousness before you're able to see the palace in the sky or rather the city in the sky. Full of flying creatures and land creatures that have been ferried up by their lovers or friends. Khavak lands and hands both you and the baby manticore off to be healed. He stays by your side troubled by your words. He always dreamed that he'd find a soulmate although that dream didn't consist of his soulmate not wanting him. It didn't consist of his soulmate being a well-known monster killer either. He sees how they stare at her, they all know who she is, and she's in danger if she's left alone. Somebody will try to kill her, will try to avenge their family member that she has surely slain. Yet no one will try if he's near her, nobody will interfere with his affairs and if you're involved in them then they will leave you be. He stays by your side as the healers treat your bleeding and gaping wounds as well as the poison traveling through your system. He did what he had to do to save the baby manticore but he doesn't appreciate the fact that he harmed his soulmate. His soulmate who doesn't want him. His ears flatten against his head…He'll just have to win you over then. He can do that…He's quite charming…He promises. Just wait you'll want him in no time.  He sits beside your bed, starting to groom himself, licking over his bloody claws…Your blood tastes sweet to him, alluring. Blood never usually does that to him. 

“It must be because you're my soulmate. You little minx your blood is so alluring it's not fair. You're scent in general is driving me insane”

He speaks to your unconscious form placing his large clawed hand over your small human one. His paw completely covers your hand ten times over but he's gentle with yours when he holds it gently moving to lick over your knuckles. He knows humans don't court or mate the same way manticores do or any monster for that matter. It also doesn't help that you've already expressed you don't want him, but he refuses to let that get to him. He will win you over. When you finally wake up and he gets to show you this beautiful city in the sky. When he's finally able to break that hard shell he knows surrounds you. When he's finally able to bulldoze through your walls and get you to open up to him, he knows you'll fall for him. He's always wanted a soulmate and even if you don't want him, he wants you flaws and all. It doesn't matter if you've killed a hundred monsters or a thousand, he can forgive it all, and he'll do his best not to hold it against you. You just have to wake up so he can get to know you. He wants his soulmate to have the longest most relaxing life they could. So he's going to make sure that happens for you when you wake up so please wake up for him so he can see your beautiful eyes. He didn't get to fully appreciate them when he attacked you, he's sorry about that, he remembers they were empty though and he finds that unique, perhaps a bit unnatural. Just open your eyes, let him see you again and he can finally start winning you over.

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Alright, I bet you’re not here for my bard and her dragonborn, but bear with me for a sec

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A Perfect World - Finale

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It takes three days for you to come too and in those three days he has tirelessly taken care of you. He bathed you, fed you, made sure you stayed comfortable, and nuzzled you all morning and all night every single day until your eyes finally fluttered open and he could see your beautiful smile again. He treats you like glass, like you're the most fragile, beautiful thing on the planet, the thing he has to protect over anything else. You stared at him for a moment, having never seen his human form before you didn't know how to react. You slowly reached out, petting his visible ears and staring at his face, his beautiful scarred face. His deep brown eyes stare into yours, and his fluffy brown hair surrounds his fuzzy tan ears. His face is warm, and welcoming, if you didn't know how vicious he could be you'd think he was a kind man, or rather a kind hybrid. He is kind though, he's kind to you and only you.

“You're so handsome…Where are we?”

He growled softly and nuzzled her palm, her touch doing so much to him in such a little quantity. Just one stroke against his ear makes his knees weak, he craves her, he needs her, she's everything he's ever wanted. He tries to find the right words for her but he doesn't know enough, all he knows is she's safe. This is a safe place for her, she doesn't have to worry about anything, not when he's there, not when he's watching over her staring at her at all times. Nothing is ever going to happen to her as long as he's there, he won't let her out of his sight again. His mate, his everything.

“Safe…space…”

“This is a safe space? Is it a motel?”

“Yes…m-mootel?”

He craves her approval, checking his pronunciation of the word. He wants to be praised by her, wants to be loved on by her, he wants her to be proud of him and how far he's come with pronouncing his English. Even though his pronunciation is off she still praises him, patting his head with a smile and scratching behind his ears. Don't do that. It's dangerous if you do that, he can barely control himself around you in the first place, scratching his ears just makes him crave you even more. He licks your cheek, relaxing on top of you. Don't worry, he's not going to do anything to you quite yet, you're still recovering but that doesn't stop him from starting to gently hump your leg. He whines doing it subtly, maybe you won't notice, hoping you wouldn't notice. He knows you're weak right now, he knows you aren't able to do much other than just lay there and look pretty.

He can't hide it though, the way his hips start to erratically move against your leg, his rapid panting against your ear, his tongue rolling out to lick your earlobe and nip at it with his fangs. He's straining against his jeans a damp spot starting to form from his pleasure. He bites your throat, gently, his hips humping into yours, he spreads your legs, and you respond by hugging him close to you. The first harsh grind against your soft body makes him spill against his jeans and he whines at your soft whimpers. It's not enough, he needs more, he's desperate for more, his body starts to grow, and he's relaxing into his regular werewolf form. Your legs are forced apart even further by the amount his body grows, his nails turning into sharp claws that dig into your soft hips. His body becomes covered in fur as he presses himself against you, nuzzling you deeply. He moves his hand and scratches at your fuzzy ear. He can't do anymore, if he does anymore he'll hurt you, he can't hurt you. So he pulls away and covers you with a blanket, your whine of displeasure makes his ears flatten but he doesn't return to you. He handles himself in the bathroom fisting his hard cock until he finishes on the bathroom floor. He just needs to give you some more time, then he can finally have you, all of you…He rejoins you in bed, curling around you. He licks your face and pets your tail. Your fluffy fur under his touch makes him growl softly, appreciating all of your features. He nips at your throat, possessive and needy before laying his full weight on top of you relaxing, nuzzling, and imprinting on you so no other creature can. He scents you and rests his clawed hand on your nape, wanting to mark it and he will, he just has to be patient.

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He has been patient, like a good boy he's taken care of you for the past three weeks. He moved you out of the motel and found a nice little cabin in the woods to take care of you in. The cabin is small, the wood is barely holding up, and the inside consists of a brick fireplace, a bed, a small bathroom with a broken mirror, and a sink with a few counters to clean and prepare food. It's a very tiny place but it's a place you two can call home. It's a quiet place, there are no predators that try to prey on you, especially not with your werewolf lover always patrolling the perimeter, searching for food, and building little add-ons for the cabin. He does most of the work and he doesn't mind it at all, he kills or picks the food and you prepare it, you keep the house clean on the inside while he roams the perimeter of the forest. It's small, everything about your area, your home, it's very small but it's exactly what you two want, what you two need. He comes home, with a few rabbits in his hand with some fish in a bucket in his other hand. He's remarkably dirty with caked blood on his claws and mud all over him from when he was grabbing fish out of the water. He lays the food down on the counters and finds you sleeping in bed. He doesn't want to touch you like this, he hates to dirty your pretty skin. He leaves to go to a nearby lake, sinking into the water and washing off all the muck that's stuck to his fur. 

He caught your scent long before you actually showed up to join him. He was happy knowing you were looking for him, knowing you wanted to spend some more time with him. You stripped yourself of your robes and joined him in the lake floating over to him and wrapping your arms around him tightly. Your legs lock around his waist as he holds you up in the water gently pressing your back against a boulder in the shallows. He licks you all over your face, his saliva sticking to your skin as you giggle. His cold nose brushes against you making you smile as he nuzzles your neck. It's so intimate, so peaceful, he never thought he would have this type of love or love in general. He was fine with being alone, he was happy, but he never thought this type of happiness was in the cards for him and the fact that he has you now, in his arms, it makes everything so much better. He bites your shoulder, it's possessive, it's his mark on you that he gives you almost daily, some sort of bite on your perfect skin until the day he permanently marks you on your nape. He nuzzles your scent inhaling it deeply and he salivates at the thought of having you. You're healthy right? He can finally fuck you? He's been a good boy, he's been patient, he hasn't touched you since that night in the motel so-

“You can touch me more…If you want. I'm okay.”

That's a dangerous sentence to say because he immediately shoves his tongue down your throat mimicking the first kiss he ever shared with you. His sharp claws find your pebbled nipples, pinching and rolling them softly, he's wasting no time. He can finally have you, he's been waiting for so long. He licks up your neck, his claws continuing to gently play with your chest as you moan softly, your hands digging into the fur on his back. You can feel him, his hard cock brushing against your thigh in the water, he's so large, larger than you realized. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his fangs brushing the soft skin of your breast as he sucks and licks all over the sensitive area. It's suffocating, the overwhelming passion he has for you, the feeling of his rough hands nearly cutting your skin. He's being gentle, careful, doing everything he can to make sure he doesn't hurt you but he wants to ravish you, to feel you, to be inside you make you cum over and over on his knot. He reaches between your legs, there's no way he can just ram himself into you so he wants to prep you. His claws, he forgot about his claws, but that's not a problem. He just lifts you up and places your legs on his shoulders and holds you up by your ass burying his snout into your cunt. His thick tongue prodding at your entrance as his nose nuzzles your clit. You arch your back in his hold, and then you double over his head, caressing his ears as you grind against his face.

He tugs on your pretty tail as he detaches from your slick, your juices coating his face as he turns you around in the water. He keeps you bent over before he mounts you. It's blinding, the pleasure, the satisfaction of finally being inside you, the feeling of your walls clenching and spasming around his thick cock makes him growl and snarl. He ruts into you, his hips moving erratically and desperately. He chases his pleasure, momentarily forgetting yours until you become impossibly tight. You came, your essence coats him, he pauses his movements before gently starting to hump back into you and finally, he sinks his knot into you. He lets out a loud growl that turns into a howl…it feels so good, nobody has ever been able to take his full length before. He tugs on your tail as he keeps his swollen knot deep within you, his hips still gently moving. He doesn't stop snarling when he bites your nape, drawing blood, and permanently marking you as he spills himself into your depths. He lets his knot deflate a few minutes later and gently pulls out of you, releasing your tail and letting you sink into the water. He holds you up, squeezing your chest.

“Let's…go home.”

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“Can you try something for me?”

He's been ravishing you nearly every night, it's been months since he first had you. You've been basically chained to the bed the entire day, he cooks, he cleans, he hunts. You just sit there and look pretty. He'll handle everything else. If you want him to try something he'll try it, if you want him to do something for you, he'll do it. He'll do whatever you want him to just say the word. He especially takes care of you now that you're carrying his pups, your beautiful swollen stomach is a key sign that you're carrying more than one.

“Can you try saying your name?”

He sits on the bed with you, the blankets wrapped around the both of you as he caresses your body, massaging your back, he hears your question and he thinks about it for a little bit. He's never really had to say his name before, but he realizes that his mate would probably finally want a name to address him by. He gently massages your back, your lower back especially, he reaches around you and lifts your stomach softly, taking the strain off your body as he holds the weight of his pups. What even is his name? It's been so long that he doesn't even remember, that's why it takes him so long to think about your question until it finally clicks. A name his mother would call him when she finished making dinner for him. A name his father would call whenever he would get in trouble. A name his friends would call him when they cheered him on during his fights. A name he never liked but a name he wants his precious mate to enjoy. 

“My name…Aldo. Nice to meet you.”

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Sketch of a grumpy man in blooming season 💖

DO NOT TOUCH HIS FLOWERS

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A Perfect World - Part 2

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No no no. He waited too long. This wasn't supposed to happen, damn it they took you. They took you and he doesn't know where. You haven't been back in the cell in days. Originally he was just going to wait a week and try to communicate with you to let you know his plan. A week turned into a month, which turned into two, and then the next thing he knew you were being dragged kicking and screaming out of the shared cell by your hair by two brutish-looking men. He tried to stop them, of course he did, but they shot him with tranquilizer darts before he had a chance to get close. He's been extremely aggressive ever since, refusing to eat, never sleeping, just growling at the glass plotting his next move. He's not going to leave you to be tortured by these psychopaths. All he needs is the perfect moment, the perfect time, the perfect angle to hit the glass, everything needs to be perfect. Nothing is perfect without you though. He can't focus without you. He keeps thinking about the torture you must be enduring, the pain you must be in. He whines to himself missing you. He was sleeping with you every single night, cuddled up next to your warmth. Sleeping on top of you as if he were a big old shield to the world around you. He can't do that now, he can't sleep without you. Who knew having a mate would have such an effect on him? He certainly didn't. He didn't realize the full extent of his affections for you until you were gone with no indication of when you'd be back. He hates this. He needs you, he wants you back ‘Give her back’. He slams his fist against the glass staring down one of the scientists, growling ferociously. ‘I want her back. Give her back to me’ His aggression almost turns into a plead. He's pleading with them, pleading with them to find some sort of humanity in their hearts and return his love to him. He knows though. The only way he's going to see you again is if he breaks out and finds you himself.

This is it, the moment he's been waiting for. It's in the middle of the night the guard has fallen asleep, he could kill him easily he just needs to break out first. It has to be one punch, strong enough to shatter the glass so he can break through. One punch that's all he needs, one good hit. That's all it took, one good hit and he was through the glass of the cell. When the guard woke up he used his claws to rip his throat out ignoring the blood that got all over him and the alarms that started to rage through the building. He deeply inhaled focusing in on your scent, desperately trying to pick it up. He won't leave you behind, he doesn't care how many scientists he has to kill nor does he care how many people try to stop him. ‘Come on come on where are you?’ He wanders through the halls as quickly as possible continuing to try and sniff you out. He stops, he found you, he caught your scent and he follows it immediately. Bulldozing through guards and scientists and monsters alike. He makes it to a room, a quiet room he's anxious to enter. He thought he would dive into your arms and hold you close but now that he's at the door he realizes how scared he is. He doesn't know what's on the other side of it, are you healthy, have you been ripped apart? Have they stuck you with so many needles there's not a single inch of skin left? He shakes his head, whatever he sees he's going to save you. He'll put you back together, he'll take out all the needles, he'll undo whatever torture has been done. ‘Open the door, open the door damn it why won't you move?” His body isn't listening to him. He's scared to see his mate in so much pain. ‘Just fucking open it she's waiting for you’ He's out of time, everyone's closing in on him he has to do it. ‘Open the door open the door open the door…’

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He breaks it down and is horrified by what he sees. Hooked up to so many machines, needles stuck in every inch of her body, she's completely restrained, blindfolded, and covered in bruises and cuts. She's unconscious when he reaches her recklessly pulling everything out of her without regard for what it may do to her system. He doesn't know what these machines are, he's never seen them before, he just wants her free of them so he does what he can. He can't stop the bleeding that comes from her wounds. There's so much blood. He can't tell where it's all coming from. ‘Stop it, stop it, no dying’. He slings her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing and he just starts running continuing to ram anything in his way. He stops before he reaches the door though when he realizes her bleeding isn't going to stop on its own. He turns back, as much as he hates it one of the scientists could help, or at least one of the doctors they keep on staff. ‘Look for a lab coat, look for a med bag, look for something you can grab’. He does in fact grab a doctor, lugging him under his arm as he hauls ass out of an exit door. He sees a car and breaks it open, gently laying her in the backseat before slamming the doctor into the passenger side. She had been teaching him English before she was taken from him. He doesn't know much but he knows enough to get his demands across. 

“Fix…Her…”

His voice is raspy, a growl still embedded in it. The doctor trembles terrified of what a large beast may do if he denies its request. He doesn't do anything, frozen in fear, in shock of what just happened. He's about to just kill him before he realizes that he doesn't exactly know how to drive a car. He's right about it but he's never had the need to. He's lived in the forest for most of his life, he hasn't been in his human form in decades, this doctor could be the one thing that helps them escape. So the werewolf sighs and pulls the doctor into the driver's seat. A clawed hand remaining against his neck as he climbs into the back with his love.

“Drive…”

“Th-This isn't my car! I don't even know if there are keys! There's no way you're going to make it past the gate anyway they search the vehicles! P-Please j-just let me go! Ah!”

He makes a small cut against his throat, not amused or swayed by the doctor’s pleas at all. He searches the car, the visors, under the formats, in the glove compartments, and he finds it. A spare set of keys ready to be used and the doctor realizes there's no way he's getting out of this now. If he doesn't drive he'll be killed, if he does drive he'll most likely be killed later. If he helps the monsters escape he'll be deemed a traitor and assassinated. Either way, he's going to die and he knows it. Regardless, he starts the car and drives away approaching the gate slowly so he can think of something. 

“Lay down, u-under the blankets. Put her on top of you. It's night if the both of you are covered we should be able to make it through the security checkpoint without issues”

‘Don't tell me what to do human’ The werewolf grumbles in his head as he follows instructions. Her blood seeps into his fur, he's losing her, he shouldn't have ripped out those needles. He shouldn't have detached her from those machines so quickly, he whines quietly holding her tightly. It was an accident, he didn't mean to, he hopes you forgive him. You'll be fine, you'll be fine, everything's going to be fine. Just make it past the checkpoint that's all he has to do and then he can get this doctor to fix you and then he can finally be free. Free with his mate. He can finally take care of you the way you always should have been taken care of. ‘Hurry up’ The car approaches the checkpoint and the doctor gives a strained smile to the security guard who shines a light into both sides of the car. The guard had heard the alarms and knew to be aware of escaping monsters but thankfully the werewolf had kidnapped a very trustworthy doctor, one that doesn't cause suspicion. They make it through the checkpoint with no issue and the doctor drives them to the nearest motel where the werewolf proceeds to mug him. 

“Money…give”

“W-What?”

“Give…Money.”

The doctor knows at this point not to agitate the werewolf who begins to shift back into his human form before the doctor's very eyes. Dread fills his heart as he realizes pretty soon the werewolf isn't going to need him anymore, he just has to fix the fox hybrid and then he'll probably be killed. He can't take this anxiety. He's about to have a panic attack. He starts to breathe heavily, gasping for any sort of air. He doesn't want to die. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he was making a lot of money. He may deserve to die in the werewolf's eyes but that doesn't mean he can accept it. He doubles over gagging, trying to breathe trying to get any sort of air into his lungs. He's having a panic attack. The werewolf recognizes this though. He places his now human hand on the doctor's shoulder, it's heavy, he's big even in his human form. He remembers his mate doing this for him when he would have bad reactions to the experiments. She would rub his shoulder, and his back, and help him breathe through the worst pain, through the worst panic. He's not stupid, he knows why the doctor is freaking out. He may not care about this pathetic human but right now that human is the only one who can save his love so he needs him to be calm.

“Calm…won't hurt…fix her”

He says while pointing to his mate still bleeding in the car. 

“Fix her…please”

The desperation in his tone made the doctor pause. Air finally filling his lungs as he calms down. This wolf is so scared to lose his love, maybe he would spare him if he saved you. He has no choice now so he figures he may as well go for it. Sighing in defeat he shakes his head and turns towards the back door of the car. Opening it to check your wounds, your poor broken body in worse shape than he thought. 

“Okay, I'll get us a room. You stay with her. I'll be right back I promise…please don't take my wallet.”

He bears his fangs momentarily before huffing and returning to you. You're still unconscious and still bleeding but thankfully not as much as before. You got so small so quickly, they must not have been feeding you. He hates how much pain you must have been in. He hates that he didn't break out sooner, he should have gone sooner. He blames himself. He shouldn't but he does because if he had just broken out the moment he landed in that hell hole you probably would have been spared this anguish. He was also too rash in thinking he could just detach you from everything without anything happening to you. ‘please be okay. I need you to be okay’

“I got us a room. Go ahead and pick her up I'll treat her inside.”

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Inside the motel room, it's very quiet, your werewolf stands over you as the doctor stitches your skin, injects you with a ton of numbing meds. By some grace of God, there was a medkit in the trunk of that car so while it may not have been that doctor’s it certainly was a doctor's vehicle they stole. This place is shady, it smells like death, everything feels so muted, maybe it's because you aren't awake. Everything feels so much duller when you aren't around, you give him life. You are the reason he started caring again. Before he was captured he was just living on autopilot. Doing the same thing all day every day, while it was nice to be free the repetition was starting to get to him. He didn't see a meaning in life anymore. But catching your scent was all it took for him to become hooked on you. You're his mate, you're his everything. So you need to be okay you better be okay because he can't live without you. He doesn't care how fast this is. He doesn't care that saying I love you may be too much. He loves you, he's possessive over you, you are his whether you like it or not.

“There, all done. I stopped all her bleeders and the pain meds I gave her should keep her numb for a while but you're going to need to restock. Now we just wait for her to wake up…Can I go now?”

The werewolf tilts his head at the doctor as if it was a stupid thing to ask. He needs to ask the doctor a couple more questions but his vocabulary is still so limited. He doesn't think he's finding the right words. He's trying though, he doesn't want to kill this doctor, especially not when he helped you. But he can't risk him letting anyone know where you are, at this point he doesn't care if he's captured again as long as you're safe. You have to be safe. So he's trying, trying to communicate, trying to keep things clean like you always want him to. 

“No…Speak…talk?...Where are”

He huffs in frustration, he knows it doesn't sound right. He tries again rearranging the words but the doctor cuts him off with a hesitant hand. This werewolf is intimidating in both forms so it took a lot of courage just to do that. With a almost hopeful voice the doctor speaks in a reassuring tone and a very calm one, praying that this wolf doesn't get tired of him. 

“I won't tell anyone where you are. I'll also get you some money so you can run freely to wherever you want to go.”

Instead of easing the wolf's fears this just made them worse. He had every right to be suspicious, it didn't make any sense why the doctor would fund their escape. He grabs him by the throat and slams him against a wall, a little too preemptively he admits but it was just his instincts leading him.

“Why?...No hurt her”

“I-I’m not going to hurt her I just don't want you to kill me! Ow shit!”

“Why fix?”

“Because I feel bad! So many monsters, so many creatures were wounded or experimented on under my supervision. I never wanted that, I just wanted to make a decent living for my family. She never did anything wrong. I wouldn't wish harm upon her. Maybe on to you but that's a whole different story considering that you're holding me against a wall by my throat right now”

“...Sorry…Walk….home”

He wasn't holding him very hard, he wasn't trying to choke more restrain. He releases the doctor, loots his wallet and the keys to the car before pushing him out of the motel room leaving him alone with his mate. His mate who he hasn't seen in so long. Days felt like months, he approached her sleeping form and curled around it. Letting his tail and ears be visible since hers are. He pets them, her most sensitive spots hoping it'll help her sleep better. Hoping it'll relieve the pain that may still be going on inside her. He kisses her cheek, his fangs lightly grazing her skin. He can't hold his human form for much longer. He hates being in it. So he relaxes, letting his wolf form return as he completely dwarfs her in size. He lays right next to her curling around her entire body, shielding her from the rest of the world. ‘Wake up’. It's a silent plea as he licks her cheek, her face, her neck, and down to her collarbone. Soft places, intimate places that she may enjoy. He doesn't know, he's never had a partner before. He'll talk to her when she wakes up, because she's going to wake up. You are going to wake up. He has no doubt in his mind about that. He'll wait, he'll wait for you as long as it takes. If he has to bathe you, force-feed you, and carry you around everywhere he goes until you regain consciousness he will. Just do him a favor, stay with him. Stay with him so he doesn't have to be alone again. So he doesn't have to wait for another perfect mate to come along. No one could beat you anyway.

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A Perfect World - Part 1

Werewolf x fem!reader

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In a perfect world, you would be allowed to be with the ones you love, in a house on a hill far away from the rest of the world. In a perfect world, there wouldn’t be needles stuck in you every day as you stay locked in your tiny cell. In a perfect world, you’d be a regular human that scientists wouldn’t pay any attention to at all.

You were interested in him when you first laid eyes on the large beast that was captured a few months after you. Your fox tail swaying as your ears twitch in curiosity. ‘A friend’ is all you thought when you saw the large raging beastman being manhandled into the cell next to you. You felt sympathy for the large beast but at that point, you wanted to be selfish. You were selfish, focusing on the fact that you have a new friend to talk to rather than the fact that another creature has been kidnapped and forced into this experimentation. Forced into this lab that no one knows the location of, nor does anyone even know it exists. He glared at you, his teeth bared, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, frothing at the mouth, his entire upper body reminded you of a wolf. ‘A werewolf!’

A werewolf, of course, you hadn't ever seen one so close before. You stared at him which just agitated the poor beast even more. You analyzed his features, jumping when he lunged at you, the glass of your cell nearly breaking, you saw the subtle cracks in the glass that his strong claws made. It was fascinating to you so fascinating that you placed your small hand with your equally small claws against the glass. You have more human features than he does. Maybe he has a different form, maybe this wasn't who he truly was, maybe he's domesticated. Those were all thoughts that went through your head as you cut your finger on the crack in the glass. He stared at the small drop of blood that dripped down your finger. Growling in the back of his throat was the first thing you heard before he was pressed against the glass.

“Can you speak?”

You asked him innocently, completely unaware of the thoughts going on in his head. Wanting to taste the blood that had fallen from your finger to the floor. Needing to see more of it, he had been starved for days before he was finally allowed into a cell. He saw you as a meal and yet you were asking him if he could speak, he found you foolish and idiotic for even trying to associate with him. He's a monster, a cruel heartless being that's killed more than he's helped…He has helped though…His fist pounded on the glass when you spoke again punching it with a rage. Why are you speaking to him? Why are you trying to talk to him of all beings? It was annoying, and frustrating…because he couldn't speak. He understood your language, he understood most languages but he could not speak them. Nobody could understand his growls or howls, his whimpers, and whines, he hates that he can't talk. He hates that look of fear in her eyes but there's no other way he can communicate, he doesn't know any other way other than aggression. 

“You have to stop. They'll take you away if you keep misbehaving.”

You knew there had to be a reason why those wretched scientists placed you two in a room together, in thin cells right next to each other. They never did anything without an ulterior motive, maybe they were trying to socialize you, maybe they were trying to mate you two. The thought made you nervous, this aggressive beast who refuses to speak…It's quiet now, you turned your head, facing him, he stopped. He listened. He heard your pleas and stopped. That was the start of it, that was the first moment where your heart had skipped a beat, where you realized that this was going to be the start of something amazing, something terrifying, something utterly passionately heartstopping.

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It only took a week before he was attached to you. He didn't necessarily like you at that point but when he stared at you he felt calm, he felt like there was nothing to worry about even though he was being poked and prodded every single day by pathetic scientists who wouldn't be able to stop him if he truly wanted to escape. At first, he did, but they tranquilized him before he got the chance to properly try, then he figured that he was getting three meals a day so why should he bother with escaping? Then you became the reason he wanted to stay. Your voice, your laugh, your screwed-up head, your lonely little heart, all of it enamored him. So within a week, he was trying to communicate with you as best he could, he wanted to get to know you more.

A light tap on the glass paired with a whine is what alerted you to his presence against the glass. You had grown used to him being there so you thought nothing of it until he smacked his hand against the glass trying to get you to notice him, to pay attention to him. He growls and whines, there may have even been a bark in there she couldn't tell, she was too fascinated by the fact that he was trying to communicate with her. It was so new, so sudden, an hour ago he was growling at her whenever she got too close to the glass and now here he was letting out a myriad of noises just to see if she could understand him. To a certain extent she could, she was reading his body language as closely as she could making sure she wasn't misunderstanding him and his different noises.

“Are you…saying sorry?”

He nods rapidly, immediately. He was trying to apologize for being so cruel to her the past week. For scaring her all those times she accidentally got too close to the broken glass. He then realized that she could read him, and understand him to a certain extent, which made his ears peel back and pin to the back of his head in joy. Someone was actually trying to listen to him, rather than just seeing him as a rabid beast you were trying to speak to him. He's never really had a conversation before. He doesn't know what to do now. He's staring at her waiting for her to say something else, anything else, not wanting to let the moment end, his friend, his one friend, her only friend as well, he has to keep trying. 

“You can understand me right?”

He nods again, hanging on to her every word, ‘Speak again, talk to me please’. He had no idea how badly he had missed speaking to somebody anybody, nobody had even tried in years. ‘I love your voice, let me hear your voice. Come on I'm going insane speak again’. He couldn't stop those thoughts even if he tried, he had grown to enjoy her voice but then again it was the only sound he'd heard in the past week. The scientists won't talk to either of them, she's it, the only socialization he has. ‘Again, again, again,’.

“Where did they find you?”

He whines in pure joy so thankful and full of relief that you're trying to keep the conversation going just as much as he is. He has to think of a way to respond to her in a way she'll actually understand. He's been patient, he's been waiting for this moment, everyday for a week he's been so focused on her, trying to get her attention but now that he has it he doesn't know how to proceed. So, he draws on the glass, using his sharp claw to draw a mountain or rather a hill, and trees. Once his claw dulls he uses another one, he'll just sharpen them later with his teeth as they grow out. This is more important. 

“A mountain. No? A lake…No…Oh oh a forest!”

He cheers for her, his arms in the air and a loud growl escapes him in glee.

“They took you from a forest, your home?”

He nods solemnly. It was a cool day when they took him. The breeze was nice on his fur, he just wanted to go for a run so he left his den. He lived in the middle of nowhere for a reason. No one would be frightened by his large form, his mix of human and wolf features. No one would hurt him for simply existing. Or so he thought. While he was running he remembers feeling a pain in the back of his neck and then he lost control of his limbs, falling to the ground and panting heavily, his body feeling remarkably heavy. They had tranquilized him, apprehended him, and took him away from his home so quickly he barely even registered it was happening until he was in front of her. 

“I'm so sorry.”

It's like she can read his mind, see what happened, and sympathize with him just from that. He loves it, he loves being able to socialize, to “talk” to have someone anyone try to be kind to him. He stares at her for a long while before he realizes…She was here before him, who knows how long she had been locked in this prison, in this hell. So he points at her as a way of asking her the same question. ‘Where did they find you’ and then he follows it up with drawing a clock, and asking how long she had been there.

“Oh, I've been here for at least a year. It's hard to tell because they don't have clocks in here. They took me from the same place you did, a random forest that wasn't my home but I had just happened to be foraging around.”

He whines in sympathy, his ears pinning to his head as he kneels down and she follows suit sitting on the floor in front of him. He scratches the glass a little more. It's the weakest glass he's ever seen. Honestly, he doesn't know how anyone hasn't escaped yet. He could escape, he's going to escape, but he's not going to leave without her. He refused to leave her behind…For myriad of reasons but mainly because of one, he caught her scent. That sweet scent that drives werewolves insane, the scent of a mate, the scent of someone he needs to protect. He isn't going to leave her behind, not for one second.

She touches the glass right where his hand is, trying to connect with him in some way in this screwed-up place. She doesn't have to do that though, he's already locked in with her. The sole fact that she tried to connect with him on a deeper level just by talking with him is enough to make him fall in love. He cares more than he would like to admit, cares about her treatments, the experiments the scientists are doing on her, and how the side effects are going to affect her in the long term. He cares about all of it. All he needs is a way to ask her. He can basically only answer yes or no questions right now without dulling his claws and it's not like he can properly ask her anything, so he'll wait…Patiently until he can finally be in the same room with her until he can finally touch her, kiss her, be inside her…He wants to do all of it and more. He is far from a patient werewolf though.

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He lasted one more week before he was asking the scientists to be placed in a room with her. Well, asking is a strong word, he more growled and clawed at them in aggression while pointing at you. Two weeks gone and now he's desperately trying to talk to you more. Frankly, you haven't been in the mood, why should you be, you're stuck in a lab being poked and prodded every single day why would you want to talk to anyone? Well, anyone except him. You feel bad for semi-icing him out but the scientists promised you more food and a healthier diet if you did so. Seeing his dejected face makes your heart hurt though in more ways than one. You can't explain the way you feel about him right now, you've never felt so attached, so close to somebody yet so far. It’s not fair, it's not fair that you can't be around him, that you can't touch him or feel his fur. It’s no fair and you hate it so very much.

A loud snarl and the sound of glass shattering bring you out of your thoughts. You turn your head and find yourself face-to-face with him. The smell of his breath is the first thing you notice. You never thought it would smell good, more of rotting animals or rotting meat. It smelt like coffee as if he had been downing it by the gallon. It was almost too strong. You would have turned your head away if you weren't so enamored with his eyes. Those. piercing eyes that are so much more attractive, so much more bold up close and personal. He was standing over you growling right in front of your face. One sharply clawed hand rested on your shoulder, the other on the ground behind you as you lay there shaking, terrified, and excited.

“How strong.”

That's all she manages to get out before his tongue is down her throat. He’d been craving her for so long that he just had to kiss her. It’s sloppy, passionate, desperate, the most needy kiss she's ever received but she didn't dislike it. Usually, the saliva and germs would turn her away yet this time it lured her in. The sloppiness and desperation of the kiss made her weak. Weak enough to not be able to do anything when the scientists tranquilize him and pull him off of her. Yet there was no urgency behind their movements, it's as if this was routine for them. Perhaps it was, perhaps there are thousands of mutants and monsters in this building and you two are just little blips in their radar. 

He woke up to realize that the scientists didn't fix the glass, he realized they had no intention to. He doesn't question it, he just speeds over to you and tackles you to the floor once again. He doesn't kiss you but he does nuzzle you, sniffing you all over wanting to get your scent imprinted in his brain for as long as he possibly could. He realizes you aren't fighting back which wasn't what he was expecting. Not that he was expecting you to fight him, but he was expecting more of a struggle however you're just patting his head. Scratching behind his ears just how he likes. He's not used to being touched, to being loved on, to being cared about. Your touch fills him with joy, you can tell by the way his tail wags. There's a low rumble in his throat as he licks your palm nuzzling your touch. The scientists have no idea what they've done. Now that he can be this close to you, he's never ever going to let you go. Now he can finally just pick you up and break you out of here with him. All he needs is the perfect moment.

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・❥・Masterlist・❥・

Series :

A Perfect World - Part 1 Part 2 Finale(NSFW)

An Unlikely Match - Part 1

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Hybrid!Praying Mantis x reader : Praying For A Miracle