#werewolf benny miller

[artemiseamoon]

Wisteria & Moonlight 6

Ajani x Will + more characters

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Chapter word count: 5,373

Warnings: sexual harassment, violence, deaths, slight blood and gore

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🎶🎶The playlist so far, I’m gathering songs I’ve listened to while writing this and getting in the mood. Of course, this is musically catered to me so it won’t be for everyone

Ajani swings by the bar once more and puts her empty cup down, she didn’t drink it of course, but thanks to magic it seemed like she did. There’s already a man behind the bar, at first glance he’s warm and friendly, but once gets a glimpse inside his mind, she knows he’s anything but; he’s a piece of shit, just like the others.

“Want another sugar?” He asked with a grin.

“It’s a party, why not.” she forced a smile.

He tops off her drink. Before the rich brown liquid stops flowing, another wolf is by his side. She's physically gorgeous but her energy makes her ugly. She quickly kisses the wolf and splays her hand on his chest while staring at Ajani. Clearly, but unnecessarily making her claim.

“Lots of pretty faces pass through here, remember that. You’re nothin’ special.”

For some reason, the wolf felt the need to state this, much to Ajani’s annoyance. Ajani can feel her brother watching, ready to step in. She tells him with her mind to stay back. Ajani rounds the bar and leans in close to the woman.

She whispers close to her hear," try what you’re thinking honey and your guts will be splayed all over the floor. I promise.” She leans back, then smiles at the woman, “keep your man. I don’t want him.”

Ajani steps away and ignores their eyes on her back. The woman is more upset than she was before, and her lover makes it worse by laughing and making some kind of comment about how hot it is seeing women fight over him.

Sexual energy is something that can be felt so strongly, it is almost suffocating at times, especially coming from wolves. When unwanted, it’s inky and heavy. Ajani shakes it off and receives an update in her mind from Zola.

(Zola: 40 minutes out)

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Closer

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

Word Count: 16k+ 

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

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

Notes: Big thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for listening and bouncing ideas. And another BIG thank you to @wyn-n-tonic who completely changed the outline of this fic with a few simple ideas. You’re a genius!

I had you all vote on whether to have this as a really long one shot or broken into parts. It was a really close poll but the final vote was to have it as a really long one shot so that’s what this is. HOWEVER, I am adding in numbered breaks so if you need to leave and come back, it will be easier for you to know where you left off!

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

I also needed the change of pace.

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

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

I could always move if I had to.

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

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

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

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

“Are you serious?”

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

Well, that’s ominous. 

“Promise me, miss.”

“I..I promise?”

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Saltman’s?”

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

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

“I-I’m new to town.”

His warm smile makes my cheeks grow hot. 

“I could tell, sweetheart.”

“Am I that obvious?”

That earned me another chuckle.

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

Duh.

“Oh. Right.”

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

“I think you need a town guide.”

“I get the newspaper.”

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

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

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

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

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

Not that I’d object.

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

“Oh I couldn’t impose any further.”

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

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

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

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

“But…you’re all alone out there.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you just give me your number?”

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

“Something.”

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

“I’ll see you around, Miss.”

“I hope so.”

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

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Benny turns out to be a Godsend.

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

That night though, it happened again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We do have…wolves…in our woods.”

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

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

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

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

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

No smile. Shit.

“Bad joke. I’m sor-”

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh really? That’s cool. Thanks Ben!”

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

“What if I just need a night cap?”

“I’m bein’ serious.”

“So am I.”

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

“Promise me.”

“Ok, ok. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

Men.

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

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

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

“She’ll have another.”

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

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

“You looked thirsty.”

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

“I…I’m good, actually.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, what do you do for fun, doc?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I”ve gotta use the bathroom.”

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what about your truck?”

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

“Did anyone touch you?”

“No.”

“Hurt you?”

“No.”

“Say anythin’ bad to you?”

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

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

“Try what?”

“To describe the feelin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want some tea?” He offers.

“Absolutely. I’ll have-”

He smiles. “I know what you like.”

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

“You sure?”

I roll my eyes. “Of course.”

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

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

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

“He smelled you?”

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

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

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

“...How you feel around me?”

Shit.

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

“Safe and shit?”

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

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

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

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

“‘M sorry. We can’t- I can’t.”

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

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

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

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

“Who the fuck- Maria? The hair lady?”

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

“Maria and I aren’t anythin’.”

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

“That’s not what I meant-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another wolf this size. 

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

“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t drop my hand. 

“Really, it would help-”

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

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

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

“You don’t want me to leave you be?”

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

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

“You want me up there with you?”

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

—

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

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

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

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

…

Several minutes pass, which is very odd for Benny.

Benny: Not today. Have a project. Raincheck?

That’s odd.

Me: Sure. Everything ok?

…

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

Well, I guess it’s just me then. 

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

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

“Where have you been, Mr. Miller?”

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

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

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

“What sort of gifts?”

“Mama J’s home cookin’.”

“Did you get pie?”

“Wouldn’t be Mama J’s without it.”

“You’re forgiven.”

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

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

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

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

“You can look at whatever you want.”

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

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

“You fixed it!”

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

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

“Whatever you need, I’m your guy.”

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

“You got it, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need you, Benny.”

“I need you, sweetheart.”

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

And then he moves.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

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

“Benny? Are you ok?”

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

“Do you need help?”

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

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

What the fuck just happened?

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

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

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

What did I do wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Ben. You…are you ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Which part?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love? Is that what this is?

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

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

“I’m not going to break, Ben.”

“What?” His voice is restrained, constricted.

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

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

“Fuck yes!”

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

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

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

“I don’t…I can’t…”

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

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

“Do what?”

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

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

“I fuckin’ love you.”

Silence.

“Shit, sweetheart, ‘m sor-”

“I love you too.”

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

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

“Are there any more like you around here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?”

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re late tonight. Everything ok?”

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

Will.

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

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

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

“I’m flattered.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be my 142nd kill, darlin’.”

142?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need any of you.”

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

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

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

“For the human, you mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well that’s fucked up.

“You’re so fucked in the head.”

Will shrugs. “Guess she’s mine then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did he touch you anywhere else?”

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

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

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

“Think you can walk?”

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

“We can get you out of town.”

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

“Will you let me help you?”

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

“Do you trust me?”

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

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

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

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

“You…you have healing powers?”

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

“Holy shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

Not the time.

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

“That seems helpful.”

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

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

A pause.

“Wait…what does the ritual entail?”

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

“We do that all the time-”

“-while in wolf form.”

Wait…what?

“In wolf form?”

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

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

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

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

Damn. “What does it look like?”

“I-what?”

“The mark. What does it look like?”

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

“I wanna know I won’t look stupid.”

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

“That sounds pretty cool.”

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

“Which part?”

He gives me a look. “The…mating.”

Oh.

“I mean…it’s still just you.”

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

“You’re packin’, basically.”

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

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

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I am.”

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

“There’s one more thing.”

“Of course there is.”

“It’s permanent.”

“Well yeah. Most marks or tattoos are.”

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

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

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really don’t give a fuck, Ben.”

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

“So…how does this…work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my job.”

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

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

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

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

“Not as much as I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Benny?”

“Mmm?”

“Relax. We’ll be fine. I trust you-”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you, uh…maybe flip over?”

“Like on my stomach?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky for me, this is Benny. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which I’d thank him for if he did.

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

I’d forgotten about the bite.

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

But this is Benny. My Benny. 

“I love you, Ben. You got this.”

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

Oh. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you…lick me?”

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

I hadn’t remembered. “I..think I do.”

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

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

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

“Oh my God.”

“It was more of a moan-”

“Shut up.”

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

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

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

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

“I’ve just about got dinner made up-”

“How long have I been out?”

“It’s about 8pm.”

“So…like 17 ish hours?”

“Yeah sounds right.”

I nod, not knowing what else to say. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even another wolf?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Well now I feel honored.”

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

And that’s all it takes. 

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“FUCK!”

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

“No more wolf for you, big brother.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You tricked me!”

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

I turn back to them, having finished buttoning back up my shirt and now it’s my turn to be shocked as I see Will, muscly bad boy Will, crying, tears streaming down his face.

“It…it’s gone?”

“Yup. No more shiftin’.”

Will dry heaves, tears splattering on my floor. “What…what do I do now?”

“Well first, I’d say you need to get some pants on. But after that? Do some real deep soul searchin’. Because you’ve taken a lot of lives, and most unnecessarily. And you’re about the feel the weight of that.”

Will crumples into a heap on the floor, crying in anger and loss. Benny stands up and backs away from him, triumph on his face at finally defeating his brother. As much as I dislike Will, down to my core, my caring side kicks in and, against my own better judgement, I walk towards him, gathering up his clothes that were scattered. I fold them nicely and gently place them down next to him before walking back to stand with Benny, who studies me as I lean into him. 

Will lifts his head, glancing over at the neatly folded stack of clothes and then looks at me, all trace of spite and hatred towards me gone, fully replaced by what I’m assuming is a new feeling to him.

Fear.

EPILOGUE:

Benny takes over as leader of the pack, since his brother is no longer able to shift. He declares that humans are off the menu and to his surprise, everyone agrees. They hadn’t liked Will’s vicious ways but were too terrified of him to say or move against him. They take to their new lifestyle and their new leader quickly, and it’s not long before my kitchen, and my property, are filled with now welcome sounds of them padding around, howling and having a great time. Some of my patients still go missing, but, as usual, no one complains. 

Benny officially proposed to me about 2 weeks after our final confrontation with Will. He says the only reason he waited that long was because the ring he wanted for me took that long to custom make, and that was with the jewler prioritizing him because he owed Benny.

We got married in a small ceremony on my property, just family and the pack, whom my family just adores. They all love Benny and are thrilled that I finally met someone and that he’s a good person. 

As for Will? He stayed with us for a couple of weeks, Benny helping him to work through his transition away from being a werewolf. He still has to come to terms with what he’s done in his life and that’s a task I don’t envy. Benny gave him his cabin, away from Will’s place where he’d be reminded daily of what he lost due to his ways. I still don’t like him, but I tolerate him for Benny. 

And yes - Benny and I do rhomp around, in both forms. After all, who wants to waste a husband who has a healing tongue?

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed at my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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[scoobydoodean]

omg i just finished your emma vs amy takes and the subsequent discourse about it (which was so refreshing to see btw!! love it when adults can be Adults and argue about the topic without insulting the other person) and I might get fried for this but that incident aside, do you have any other scene/episode in mind where sam reacts the same way or does the same thing?

(im sorry if this isn't your cup of tea for asks! your takes have been Enlightening)

You mean another situation where Sam shoots a person with supernatural abilities who hasn't shed blood and has a sympathetic backstory without giving them a chance? Not as overtly—Benny in season 8's "Citizen Fang" certainly comes to mind, but even Benny, Sam at least made a show of giving a chance by assigning Martin to keep tabs on him and make sure he didn't do anything wrong before trying to kill him. (Though whether there was conscious or subconscious sabotage involved when Sam chose Martin specifically—someone he knew to be mentally unstable—is certainly a good question given Sam had already made death threats about Benny before then.)

The fact that Sam's behavior in 7.13 "Slice Girls" is pretty unique is really what I want to point out about this episode in the first place—that Sam's actions in "Slice Girls" are inconsistent with his previous behavior and future behavior as far as "good" monster episodes. We can turn to examples such as:

1.14 where Sam insists they try and talk Max down instead of killing him, because Max's murders are a result of extensive abuse.

Lenore and her nest in SPN's seminal "monsters can be good" episode (2.03)

Sam thinking Andy is responsible for the killings in 2.05 but still waiting for proof before acting.

2.09 where Sam insists they not kill someone they think might be infected with Croatoan virus before he turns and tries to kill them because that doesn't give him a chance.

Two episodes where Sam faces off against Gordon because Gordon wants to kill him before Sam kills someone (2.10, 3.07)

2.17 where Sam and Dean search for a cure for Madison, who is not aware that she has been killing people.

4.04 Metamorphosis where Sam is the one who takes the initiative to research Rugarus, learns that they can survive without giving into their urges, and insist they go and talk to him about how his body is changing (lol) so he has the chance to fight the urge to kill and eat people.

5.06 where Sam and Dean oppose Cas who wants to kill Jesse, who is a child who is not aware that he has powers and is hurting people.

6.02 where Sam, even soulless, recognizes the innocence of a shifter baby.

Then we have Amy and Emma in 7.03 and 7.13 respectively.

8.04 where the brothers let Kate the Werewolf go because she was turned against her will and killed the man who turned her in self-defense.

8.09 Citizen Fang (already discussed)

I'm getting lazy but then we also have Magda and Jack Kline—both children with powers, one severely abused, the other the son of the devil with uncontrolled explosive powers that could end the world, both of whom Sam attempts to help work with their abilities.

Dean has a more structured series of personal "rules"—a litmus test we see from the very beginning—one Sam often follows as well, but I'm not sure Sam ever really fully grasps that Dean thinks this way.

Has this person hurt or killed anyone?

Was it on purpose or was it outside of their awareness?

If it wasn't on purpose, are they capable of learning to control their urges?

We see this code as early as 1.12 "Faith":

SAM Wait, what the hell are you talking about Dean, we can't kill Roy. DEAN Sam the guys playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book. SAM No. We're not going to kill a human being Dean. We do that we're no better than he is.

Dean applies the same reasoning in 1.14 with Max:

SAM These visions, this whole time -- I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess -- because we're so alike? DEAN What are you talking about. The dude's nothing like you. SAM Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both... DEAN Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third.

Despite the exact opposite being the typical fandom perception, early on we learn that Sam tends to define a monster by their features/abilities, while Dean defines a monster by their actions. We see the same with Amy—she is "a monster who killed four people" (7.07) . She isn't a monster because of what she is but because of what she did. This again—is also why Dean doesn't even consider killing her son right after her kid swears to kill him one day. We see Dean, in the rare cases where it comes up, is also perfectly fine with taking out human serial killers they stumble across (ex: Thin Man).

Sam will also kill a human serial killer at times (and murderous witches by 3.09), but he reserves the word "monster" to describe individuals with supernatural features/abilities... and I think the fact that Sam's definition of the term differs from Dean's is something neither brother ever fully realizes about the other, leading at several points to arguments where they are talking past each other and do not understand one another. Sam hears "monster" and thinks "Dean is talking about me", when Dean is operating under a completely different definition of the term that is based on the actions of a person.

When Sam is in a headspace where he is thinking of himself as one of those monsters, he shows increased or lessened sympathy in turns. For example, he assumes Andy's guilt in 2.05 because he is panicked about becoming evil himself and is comparing the two of them (but again—still waits for confirmation) but his sympathy for Max in 1.14 comes from the same comparison with himself. Sam completely misrepresents Amy in 7.03 as an addict who relapsed but more generally is "managing", as a way to compare her with himself... when Amy didn't feed on anyone herself and her actions have absolutely nothing to do with addiction or battling "monstrous urges".

I've been bitching and moaning a lot, but I will reemphasize that there is a more sympathetic reason that Sam shoots Emma—Sam and Dean are both crowding up to the diving board at the deep end of the pool in season 7. Dean's grieving and is drinking extremely heavily to cope and Sam is hallucinating. They are both unraveling at the seams. Neither of them is in a place where they trust the other's judgement because they both know themselves and each other to be unstable. So if we imagine a reality where Sam and Dean give Emma a chance, and it doesn't take, Sam assesses himself and Dean to be in no mental state to cope with a potential surprise attack. It's just that Sam also erroneously compares Amy and Emma when they are not the same, and by doing so, frames Dean wanting to spare Emma but killing Amy as hypocrisy (because they are both "monsters") when Dean's actions are perfectly consistent with his personal ethical code and his definition of a "monster"... and Sam's actions aren't.

[crowandmousewritingco]

It's that time of year again folks where everything gets spooky...and horny! We're excited to participate this year. For this year's prompts, we'll be using the list made by @absurdthirst. Check out the original post here. All of our entries will be LGBTQ+ in some way (no female readers) I've color coded the entries on who will be doing which day. (Mod Mouse and Mod Crow) This will be 18+ so MDNI.

Here's what you can expect from us this year!

Handjobs- Silva x male!reader

Double Penetration- Frankie x Santiago x gn!reader

Public Sex- Mr Ben x trans!reader

Sensory Deprivation- Benny Miller x trans!reader

Rough Sex- pre-outbreak!trans!Joel x male reader

A/B/O Heats or Ruts- Oberyn x trans!reader x Ellaria

Bruising or Bitemarks- Dio x gn!reader

Cock Warming- Frankie x gn!reader

Anal- sub!Frankie x trans!reader

Overstimulation- sub!Javi G x trans!reader

Knife Play- dom!Dio x gn!reader

Sex Toys- sub!Benny x trans!reader

Aftercare- Agent Whiskey x trans!reader

Gangbang- Santiago, Benny and Frankie x gn!reader

Hair Pulling- sub!Javi G x trans!reader

Cock Worship- Agent Whiskey x trans!reader

Squirting- Mr Ben x trans!reader

Massaging- Marcus Pike x trans!reader

Suspension- Ezra x trans!reader

Threesome- Javier P x Steve x gn!reader

Monsterfucking- werewolf!Frankie x gn!reader

Deepthroating- Special Agent Ortega x male!reader

Breeding- trans!Dio x trans!reader

Somnophilia- sub!Silva x trans!reader

Non Con/Dub Con- Dieter x gn!reader

Edgeplay- sub!Ezra x trans!reader

Hate Fucking/Angry Sex- Javier P x male!reader

Impact Play- sub!Javi G x trans!reader

Hunter/Prey- Dio x trans!reader

Sex Pollen- Oberyn x trans!reader

Free For All- All of the characters I've written

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[rayslittlekitten]

Silver Fox

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Okay, so had this idea of Will feeling self-conscious about getting older, but also Will just being so faithful. It's a great look on him. This was actually inspired by a moment in one of the "Die Hard" movies, believe it or not.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,855

Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will & Uncle!Benny; Dad!Will & OFC

Plot: Will gets self-conscious about getting older.

Contains: silliness, banter between brothers, humor, proud parents, some flirting, a crude joke

Will has been trying to avoid the inevitable for a while now, but it’s getting harder to do so when it is literally looking him in the face. He grimaces as he takes a closer look at his hair and beard in the mirror. While it blends in better with the blonde on top of his head, the grays don’t do so with his beard. As years passed, it gradually evolved. Right now it’s a multicolored mix of blonde, red and brown with salt and pepper sprinkled throughout.

It started with a few stray strands on his chin and now there is a very noticeable patch right under his lip. He’s clean-shaved it all off once before but Lucy was not a fan at all so he vowed to never do it again. He's considering dying it. Maybe he'll give it a shot.

Since staring at his whole face more intently and up close so much more these days, he’s also taking note of all these wrinkles and fine lines. Where did all this come from?

Don’t even get him started on his body. His back has been hurting more these days and can hear something crack whenever he bends down. Is this what midlife crisis feels like?

"Babe, how much longer are you going to be? We're gonna be late!" you ask him on the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'll be right out!" he shouts before finishing up.

When he steps out of the bathroom, you hold up his gray tie to him.

"Do I have to?" Will groans.

"You wanna look your best for Lucy's graduation, don't you?" you ask.

"Can I wear the blue one though? It makes my eyes stand out.”

“Okay. Your eyes stand out as they are though,” you shrug as you walk over to the closet to switch out the gray one.

“Actually maybe the gray one would make the gray less noticeable,” he thinks out loud, reconsidering.

“Make your gray suit less noticeable?” you ask, confused.

“No, my gray hair. Look at this!” He scrubs his chin and then shoves the top of his head into your face, revealing his scalp to you.

"So what?" You shrug and pop his crisp white shirt collar up so you can slip the tie around his neck.

"I look so old," he frowns.

"Babe, you look fine. It's only a touch. No one's gonna notice." You finish the knot and straighten up the tie and collar.

"Besides, you're still devilishly handsome. Grays just mean your transformation into a silver fox has started," you quickly spit out and caress his gray sideburns before giving him a lingering kiss on his lips. He smiles against you.

"Silver fox? What is that? Like a werewolf?" he asks.

"Oh, it's so much better. If you think your prime has passed..." you smirk and breathe out a chuckle.

Lucy suddenly interrupts the moment when she calls out from downstairs.

"MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY GOWN?!"

"It's hanging in the laundry room!"

As you rush out the bedroom, Will examines himself one more time in the mirror, approving the tie color, even though he's still not feeling so confident about his signs of aging.

***

During the graduation ceremony, you and Will proudly watch Lucy make her way to the stage to receive her diploma. He thought he was subtle, but you caught him sniffling as soon as her name was called out: Luciana Sadie Miller. She carries the family name with so much pride and you both couldn’t be more proud. You reach over for his hand and squeeze it.

It’s official: his little girl is growing up. He’s always expected this day to come but not this soon. He wishes time could slow down. He doesn’t even dare to think of when or if the day comes when he has to give her away. That day is super far away, he convinces himself.

He quickly dabs his eyes after clapping and cheering for her. There is no doubt that Will is Lucy’s biggest cheerleader but right now Benny and Gary are literally the loudest ones.

"Woo! Yeah! That's my niece!" Benny shouts.

After the ceremony, the family waits for Lucy while she has a few celebratory moments with her friends and classmates, hugging and sharing their joy and excitement at this huge milestone in their lives.

When Lucy finally spots her family, she runs over and hugs both you and Will.

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo,” Will says to her, squeezing her tight.

She pulls back and looks up at her father with a wide grin. He plants a kiss on her forehead before returning the smile. She then goes to hug Benny and then Gary, who puts her in a headlock, making her cap fall off, and gives her noogies. Lucy is able to counter, nearly knocking her cousin to the ground with a swift leg sweep.

"Come on, guys!" Benny scolds. "Not here."

Now it's Lucy who has Gary in a firm headlock, making him tap.

“I told you I can fight in a dress and heels,” Lucy tells Gary before releasing him.

***

Frankie wanted to see his goddaughter walk the stage but because of limited tickets to Lucy’s graduation, the Moraleses agreed to meet up with the Millers after the ceremony to celebrate her big day.

When the five of you arrive at the restaurant, you and Lucy stop by the ladies’ room while the men wait by the bar for the rest of the party.

“Oh man, when did your hair start getting so white?” Benny asks while staring at his brother’s head.

“They’re grays,” Will corrects him while loosening his tie and slipping it off over his head. “And they have your name all over them.” 

He stuffs the tie into his pocket and undoes the top button of his shirt, feeling less stuffy.

“Nah, I’m sure Luce has her name literally written on most of them. She probably wrote on them herself,” Benny jokes.

“She did and she’s worth every single strand.” Will leans his arm against the bar top next to Benny. “You though?” He shakes his head disappointingly.

“You’re starting to look like dad-- no, papa!” Benny slaps the bar top and points at his brother. “He used to give us that same exact look when we got in trouble.”

“Screw you! I don’t look that old. You look more like him than I do!” Will scoffs.

“Yeah, I got his good looks and you got his grays,” Benny smugly runs his fingers through his smooth dirty blonde hair.

Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Can I get you fellas anything to drink?” The bartender asks.

“Yes, can I please get a Stella?” Benny requests.

"Sure. And for you, sir?" She asks Will.

He turns to the bartender and politely smiles.

"Actually, yes, uh, can I please get a whiskey neat?" He orders.

"You sure can," she replies enthusiastically while raking her eyes over him.

Will watches as she reaches for a bottle on the top shelf.

"Whoa! House whiskey is fine," he jumps in.

"Don't worry about it," she says. "I'll only charge you bottom-shelf."

"No, you really don’t have to," he shakes his head. "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything--"

"It's fine. I won't tell if you don't," she winks.

Will simply nods while pulling his wallet out. Her comment doesn’t go unnoticed by Benny.

“I got this,” Benny jumps in, pulling out his own wallet and gesturing to Will to put his away.

“Dad, can I get a coke?” Gary asks.

“And a coke for the kid, please,” Benny adds.

She acknowledges it with a nod while pouring Will his whiskey. She grabs a cocktail napkin and slides it in front of Will before placing his drink on it.

“Thank you,” Will nods.

“So what are you guys arguing about?” The bartender asks while pouring Benny’s beer.

“Ah, nothing. Just old men stuff,” Will waves a hand. 

“What about it?” She puts Benny’s drink in front of him. 

“Aging and all the crap that comes with it. The gray and white hairs, wrinkles on my face that I’ve never seen before,” Will starts. “And you can forget about eating fast food ever again. One chicken nugget will bring you down to your aching and cracking knees,” he adds and then takes a sip of his drink. “Wow, this is smooth.”

“Like your skin,” she compliments.

Benny nearly chokes on his beer while Will just looks back at her dumbfounded.

“You make yourself sound like you’re 100,” she says and then places Gary’s soda in front of him, then topping it with a straw.

“You can’t be older than what? 40?” she guesses. “If you tell me you’re anything over 45, you must be lying or you have amazing genes.”

She takes the credit card dangling from Benny’s hand and Will feels the blood rushing to his tanned face.

“You’re very kind,” Will chuckles, not confirming or denying his age. “You look like you have a long life ahead of you so enjoy your youth while you still can.”

“I’m 23, but age is nothing but a number anyways, right?” She shrugs while punching some buttons on the POS system and then charging Benny’s card. “It’s all about how old you feel.”

“Well, it really depends on the context,” Will replies. “I might feel like I’m 25, but my back feels otherwise.”

“Well, I could maybe make your back feel 25 again,” she offers and then gives Benny his card and receipt along with a pen.

“And how would you do that? Are you a physical therapist or something?” Wills asks innocently.

“I get off in an hour if you wanna grab a drink or two while we talk about that,” she proposes, leaning on the bar top across from Will. “Or I can show you.”

Will takes a moment to process what he just heard, thrown off by the bold flirtation. Both Benny and Gary quietly enjoy their cold beverages while their wide eyes ping pong back and forth between Will and the bartender.

"Listen, I am very flattered," Will finally says, bringing his left hand over his chest. “Really.”

"But..." he then flashes his wedding band to her. "Sorry, I'm already spoken for."

Will punctuates the statement with a wink.

“And quite frankly, you’re a bit too young for me. You’re not that much older than my daughter,” he adds. “In fact, we’re here to celebrate her graduation today.”

"Shoulda known a good looking man like you is already taken,” she nods, feeling dejected. “Your wife is very lucky."

His smile widens, reaching his baby blues, and he blushes.

"Oh, trust me. I'm the lucky one," he states, then licks his lips before taking another sip of his bourbon.

She excuses herself to serve another customer.

”Bro, you can cover the tip,” Benny says while signing his credit card receipt. “Since it’s the only one you can give her.”

Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head at him, but a smirk sneaks through.

[ladyxskywalker]

NOV 2022

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

* coffee fund *

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

** I have been taking a little break from the blog, so the Nov & Dec reading list will be a little shorter than usual. There are some really great finds here that I think you will love ! Hope you will stick around xo **

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Dec 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)

Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)

Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)

Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)

✨ Fennec Shand

Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)

Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **

Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi

✨ Poe Dameron

Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **

Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)

You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)

ANDOR

✨ Cassian Andor

Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines

✨ Kino Loy

Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **

✨ Ruescott Melshi

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)

Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

(** may contain spoilers **)

Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

[survivingandenduring]

Hello Scout!

Tell me about a fic that changed the way you think about fic. Can be one you’ve read or written!

Happy Sunday fellow Scout 💜

So….i was never into Monster fucking at all; beyond Vampires, cos I’m gen x and we’re all absolutely horny as fuck for vampires 🤣

Please Pedro I beg of you do a remake of The Hunger!!!!!!

Anyway, I digress.

Back to Monsters, werewolves in particular. (Cos im gen x and I bypassed that whole twilight era because I was ft working/partying)

SO THIS 👇

This absolutely and completely turned me on to Werewolves! I was drawn in because it was MFM with Frankie & Benny and that’s like catnip to me 🫠🫠🫠

and

OMFG!!! yeah…it changed me 😫🤪🤯

and opened up a whole new world of fics to explore 🖤

[hopeamarsu]

I seriously can’t handle how cute this is!

Werewolf-golden retriever Benny for the win. He’s fricking adorable. ❤️

Weretriever

Pairing: werewolf!Benny Miller x gn!reader

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a werewolf. It oddly makes sense.

Words: ~550

Warnings: none. Except that I'm tired as fuck and this probably doesn't even make sense.

Notes: Firstly, thank @headrollsoff for the idea and the word weretriever. Secondly, idek what's happening guys, I've slept 3 hours in the past 38 hours and wrote this in 15 minutes. This is silly and stupid but I love him.

MASTERLIST

If asked, you would say you were more of a cat person than a dog person.

And yet you found yourself in a new relationship with a person you could only describe as a human golden retriever - and you were loving every second of it. For example, Benny’s excitement for new things and the joy he found in everyday life was inspiring, to be honest, and made you have a happier outlook on life, too. You also loved the cuddles and the sometimes puppy-like kiss attacks he gave you so freely, for once making you feel like you weren’t being too clingy with a significant other.

You were falling for him hard and fast, and he was in exactly the same place as you, both staying teetering on the edge of falling for now, mostly just not to seem too eager.

What you didn’t know was that for Benny this meant taking a bigger step than it did to you. Benny had a secret that he knew he would have to come clean about as soon as possible, before you moved on to the official L-word territory. He knew he could trust you with it by now, but he was still worried there was a chance you would leave him once you knew about his.. condition. He would understand, but it would hurt all the same.

After all, not many people wanted a werewolf as their partner.

Benny knew he would have to reveal himself to you, and do it in a safe environment, and not during the full moon when it was harder to be on his best wolf-behavior. He didn’t have a fancy plan - he would just show you.

Your reaction was certainly something he couldn’t have expected.

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“Oh.” You blink at him, mouth in a round o-shape, taking in his wolf-form for the first time. “I was almost 100% certain you were just joking.”

The werewolf in front of you shakes his head a little, clearly still waiting for your reaction to seeing all of him, standing more still you have ever seen him in human form.

“Can I pet you?” you ask, stepping closer to him with your hand outstretched.

The creature gives two slow nods.

His fur feels surprisingly soft, and he’s really warm. Honestly, he feels like an excellent cuddle buddy - just like your boyfriend is normally, too.

“You don’t like.. eat people or anything, right?” you ask, uncertain of how werewolves usually work.

Wolf-Benny shakes his head so vigorously his whole body shakes with the force of it.

You think it looks cute, and you giggle at his familiar dog-like behavior.

“No, you won’t eat people. Cause you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

This time he nods with enthusiasm, his wolf-face splitting in what can only be described as a grin.

“Yes, you’re my good boy always, aren’t you,” you coo and scratch his head.

Benny lets out a happy bark and starts licking your face in gratefulness of you taking the news so well. You were sure to have a lot of questions later, but really, it wasn’t that much of a change. Instead of a golden retriever you boyfriend was just a golden.. werewolf? You could live with that.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Closer - Coming Wednesday!

Heads up! I finally finished it! Clocking in at around 16,500k words, Closer will be out tomorrow, 10/26, at 7pm est!

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WIP game

post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

Well, I've been tagged by both @a-reader-and-a-writer, @loverhymeswith and @edwardbaldwin ❤️

Since i was tagged by the three of you, I'll give you 3 lines. And thank you so much for the tag 🥰💜

This is from a Benny Miller fic. The working title is "Neighbor":

"It was a strange feeling, being so utterly fascinated by you, when in fact he hadn’t even had a full conversation with you yet."

This is from the next chapter of Beast Within:

He walks closer, his hand gently running down the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “Aren’t you a pretty one. I see why Matty here is so fond of you.”

And this is from the next chapter of Turn the Page:

"Nice to see you again, Colonel Flag." Rick freezes at the familiar voice, already fearing why Waller was there.

No pressure tags: @a-bang-for-your-bucky @mindidjarin @lacontroller1991 @lucy-sky @e-dubbc11 @yespolkadotkitty @green-socks @saintmurd0ck @freshabogados and whoever else wants to play ❤️

[pettyprocrastination]

Werewolf Poly FighterPilot thoughts nobody asked for

Pairing: werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie, the beginnings of werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie x Vampire!reader

Authors note: Happy spooky season everybody! I’ve toyed around with some poly FighterPilot (Benny x frankie) thoughts before and what better time than halloween season to talked about it! In this werewolves can like “smell” a vampire if that makes sense. Like I feel like to werewolves everybody has their own “smell” that they smell and is like “ah! that’s (Name)” if that makes any sense? No? cool. This is just beginning off hcs mostly on frankie and benny and if there’s a demand maybe ill show yall’s relationship together <3 Not edits or beta-read, take it or leave it this is yalls dinner tonight. shitty monster thots from a shitty monster write smooch smooch 

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Frankie is the calmer out of the two 

Don’t get me wrong, they're both thought out, smart men. They were special ops after all

But Benny is young and impulsive, there are moments where he acts on feelings and feelings alone without thinking of the outcome. “That boy is all heart and no brain.” is what his mother used to say when he was younger. 

Their relationship didn’t start until they got out of the military. Before it had been lingering eyes, and some palpable tensions when one of them laughs at a joke and an adrenaline filled physical contact after a close call. But they never spoke on it. 

They never said anything while Fish holds Benny’s head in his lap during a particularly bad shift, or the way he cards his fingers through his hair while mumbling “I got you Ben. You’re alright.”

It had been Benny who took the leap after their service together. Calling him up and asking if he wanted to get some dinner together. 

“will the guys be there?”

There was a pause. “no, it’ll just be you and me ‘fish, that alright?”

But even then, Catfish was a man of humility and to put it kindly, painfully oblivious. So he didn’t want to assume anything and be wrong. 

I mean for fucks sake, this is Will’s brother. These men were his family. His pack. He didn’t want to fuck that up. 

it wasn’t until the waitress finally set their plates, well done burgers, no onions on frankie’s and no lettuce on Benny’s, that he finally said something. 

“I like you, okay?” The words came so suddenly from the younger Miller that Frankie found himself listening to his heartbeat, that was running wildly in his chest. “I like you a lot, man. And maybe im crazy but I think you like me too.”

Frankie took a moment to simply stare at him. Wide eyed and shocked and fucking ecstatic. 

“If im wrong, then shit, im sorry ‘Fish. We can forget this whole thing happened and just go back to normal, alright? But I can’t go another day without saying something.”

He had never seen Benny so nervous before. His usually grin was replaced with a drawn in bottom lip, chewing anxiously and eyes that skittered around the room. 

“could you please say something?”

Frankie smiled and knocked his knee against Benny’s. 

“You’re cute when you ramble, Miller.”

Benny sat up straighter and scoffed. “Fuck you, man.”

The weren’t being secretive, technically. They just, hadn’t mentioned it to the others. 

But Will knew Catfish well, and he knew his brother even better. 

Which is why he told them both sternly, as his coach and his brother. “training rule stays the same, alright? No sex before a fight.” and that was that. 

A tradition had been made. For full moons and ruts, Benny would accompany Frankie to his cabin out in the woods. Far away from hikers or any nature junkie that would stumble upon it. 

“my grandfather made it.” he explained. “we’ve got uh, a long running generation of shifters in the family. He thought it’d be best for us to have a place to escape to, you know? Without worrying about hurting somebody.”

They’d spent the next few days in a haze. Fucking and chasing and hunting like animals together. Before they’d return back home with satisfied smiles and a myriad of marks on their skin to cover up before the others gave them shit for it.

Now they were in love. Committed to each other to the point where Frankie, damn his heart, had caught himself thinking about a potential wedding, far in the future. 

But that didn’t mean they were blind. Sure, they noticed other people from time to time. If Frankie saw a man with a bright smile and toned body, he would let his eyes linger. The same way Benny would grin as the waitress paid extra special attention to him while taking their orders. 

It’s natural, neither of them caused fights over it. Because at the end of the day they loved each other. 

But you, had thrown a wrench in those plans. 

The bar had been packed that night. Benny couldn’t figure out why just yet. There was no game on or long expected fight for patrons to bet on and drink themselves dead over. But they were still packed in like sardines, to the point that Frankie found himself hitting shoulders with five people as he went to get drinks for the table. 

He had finally waved down the bartender when you walked by. 

The interaction didn’t last longer then 7 seconds at the most. You had just been trying to make your way through the crowd. 

Hand softly laid on his chest with a mumbles “excuse me, sorry.” and a sympathetic smile thrown to him as you were pressed up against him before slipping between a couple and disappearing. 

He tried to remember what he was doing before, but all he did was watch your form blend into the crowd until he couldn’t see you. 

Bar. he was at the bar. What was he going to order?

He couldn’t remember, all he was focused on was the way your hands laid on his chest and the way you smelled, fuck you smelled amazing. Rich and smoky and intoxicating. 

He felt like it should have tripped some alarm. That there was a crimson red flag waving in front of his face that he couldn’t see cause he was too busy thinking about you and the way it lingered around him. 

“hey, buddy!” the bartender snapped him out of his stupor and he stopped himself from growling before he realizes just what was going on. “either order something or fuck off, its a busy night.”

When he came back to the table, nobody seemed to notice. They were all too sucked in to a story Pope was telling about his sister and her trip to Paris. 

It wasn’t until Benny wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into Frankie’s space that he froze. 

“you know, if you stared at her ass any harder I might've gotten jealous.” He could hear the tease in his voice, there was no anger or resentment.

Frankie swallowed dryly. 

“she uh...she smelled funny.”

His boyfriends sharp laugh shook off the fog that clouded his head. Benny always had that affect on him. 

They both returned to the conversation at hand, but even Benny could smell the sweet aroma that curled around Francisco and found himself enamored with it. 

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Enchanted Frontier | Chapter 1: The Vampire and the Wolf

Summary: Santi, a lonely vampire, walks his only friend, Frankie, a merman, to a lake nearby at each full moon. One night, he detects a smell his nature dictates he must follow. What he finds changes his life completely.

Pairing: Vampire!Santi x Werewolf!Benny

Words: 3730

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there. Also this is my first time writing M/M and for Triple Frontier.

Prompt: This is a Triple Frontier AU, taking place in some version of the Enchanted Forest. There might be smut, eventually, also other pairings include: Merman!Frankie x Fae!OFC and Werewolf!Will x HumanPrincess!OFC

Warnings: mentions of nudity, death, injuries and blood - also there's a mating bond

Please leave feedback :D

Masterlist

Chapter 2

Tags: @fangirl-316

Full moon nights were the most dreaded. Countless tales of evil creatures echoed through the sleeping forest, the cold wind whistling in the dead leaves falling off the creaking branches and spiraling down onto the wet ground.

Full moon nights. When the Devil crawled out of Hell and summoned his creatures to a celebration of sin. Vampires, witches, werewolves and devils… all reunited under the same dark sky to celebrate their Master in a fiery night of debauchery in which they sacrificed, killed and ate humans, virgin innocent girls, and sinful men.

What a ridiculous load of horseshit.

Humans never changed. They were always telling their ridiculous tales, too busy to hate to see the inaccuracies and contradictions in their own words.

The only things that full moons brought were werewolves, fae celebrations, and a mandatory midnight bath for the local merman who had left the sea behind a long time ago.

Santi didn’t mind walking his friend to the nearest lake every month. But he wouldn’t mind it either if said friend were to bathe in the lake on his property, safe in the enclosure of the castle. At least there, they wouldn’t come across some drunk fae dancing around a random rock in the moonlight, or a hungry werewolf who wanted to try and take a bite out of the vampire.

“That water is cursed,” Frankie had said, which had caused Santi to roll his eyes.

“Enchanted, not cursed. You don’t seem to mind any other day, when you spend your entire afternoons inside it.”

“I need pure water on the full moon. Or else I can’t truly resource.”

He had chosen to let it go. Chosen to understand his friend’s need. That was why, every month, on the full moon, he walked his friend to the nearest lake and left him to ‘resource’. He sat on a steady rock near the water and waited. He listened to the night. To the trees. To the wildlife. He listened for any potential inopportune visitor. Sometimes, they brought horses with them, so the way wasn’t as long, and he talked to them to pass the time.

They had walked to that lake on a full moon more times than they could count. It had almost always gone perfectly. One time, they had met a group of lost faes and their fear had put Santi in a foul mood for days. On another time, they had a run in with a few hunters who had the misfortune to shoot an arrow at Frankie. They dug deep, that night, to bury them. They didn’t want werewolves to smell them and dig them up. Humans would have started a witch hunt. Humans loved their witch hunts.

But that night, things had gone… interestingly.

The moon wasn’t at its highest anymore, and Frankie had had enough of the cold water. He had slid back into his beige trousers and brown leather boots and was buttoning his white blouse when Santi smelled it for the first time.

The vampire had acute senses, and he could detect blood from miles away. But this time… there was something more. Something he didn’t understand. Or refused to.

“What’s wrong?” Frankie asked when he saw the look on his friend’s face.

The horses were starting to make a fuss, as if they were afraid of something. But there was nothing. No sound. Not even an owl hooting at the moon. And that was when Frankie noticed it. The forest had gone silent, as if it had frozen in place, as if it was scared too.

Santi disappeared without a word, leaving Frankie on his own, something he had never done before. Something he would never do.

“Fuck,” he huffed, scaring the horses even more.

Santi knew exactly what that smell was. A wolf. A werewolf. Hurt. And badly so. But that was just who the blood belonged to, the species of the creature. There was something more to the blood, more to the scent. It was stronger than everything else. It was what Santi had smelled first, and what he was trying to ignore.

But he was lying to himself. He wouldn’t be running around the forest like a mad man for just any injured werewolf. He wouldn’t be so worried, so scared, so terrified of getting there too late. He focused and followed the scent, followed the call, until finally he heard a chilling growl and his worry calmed down just a bit as he knew he had finally found the source of the delicious scent.

The scene before him was clear. Two armed men, humans, standing on his right, and a blond, tall man with a strong figure lying naked on the wet leaves, on his left. In the middle was a giant blond wolf growling at his assailants a warning not to step any closer. The beast stood protectively before the bleeding man. The men were armed, one with a bow and arrow, the other with a whip. No wonder they were giving some real trouble to the werewolves; they were hunters. And professional ones, at that. Santi could tell from the tips of the arrows shining silver in the moonlight to the enchanted whip, a magical weapon hunters used to trap supernatural creatures and render them weak long enough to kill them easily. The wolf didn’t stand a chance, and he knew it, but he seemed ready to die for his companion, whose state seemed to be more painful than the hits of the whip.

Santi’s focus was on the bleeding man, however, and not because of his appetizing wound.

It was not possible, he thought. He was a werewolf. It was in their nature to despise each other, each other’s species, each other’s company. Even if they could remain civil - which Santi absolutely could - they would not seek each other out. They would nod politely to one another and go on with their day.

But that man, that wolf, was his destiny. He knew it, he felt it. Fate pushed him forward, pulled at his heart, at his guts. It hurt his chest, like a hole opened inside and closed right back up. Or maybe the hole had always been there and it was just now finally closing.

Minutes seemed to pass, hours even. But Santi stood there only for a few seconds, taking in the sight before him. The wounded man, the giant beast, the dead hunters.

He was seized by an uncontrollable rage. He moved easily, like a shadow in the night, from one spot to another, faster than anyone could see. The two men never saw what hit them. The wolf jumped, slightly startled by the sudden apparition. The hunters dropped to their knees before they fell face first in the mud. There now, before him, stood a stranger, all dressed in black, from top to bottom, in a cloak so dark it could fade in a moonless night. But the moon was still high in the sky, and its white light reflected in the black curls of the vampire’s hair and revealed his sharp canines.

As the wolf recognized him to be a vampire, his first instinct was to rip his head off his broad shoulders before he could make another move. But the two bleeding hearts resting in his palms gave him pause. Santi could see the beast was thinking, and he hoped he wouldn’t take too long. His companion didn’t have much time left, and if need be, he’d go to him without his permission. He’d take him away if it were a problem. He wouldn’t leave him to die, he’d save him no matter what.

Werewolves and vampires didn’t get along. And some werewolves would rather die than accept the help of a vampire, especially that kind of help. But he was smarter than that. He wouldn’t let some horseshit species pride kill his brother. The vampire had found them somehow. He had helped them. And if he weren’t going to kill them, he might as well save them.

The beast put away his teeth and lowered his head as he whined. He turned around towards his companion and nudged his muzzle against his shoulder. Santi joined him faster than the hearts reached the ground.

Finally, he laid eyes on him. His face, dirty with mud and dirt, wet leaves stuck to his short blond hair, pain in his magnificent blue eyes…

“Brother…” he coughed and winced in pain.

The wolf chuffed him silent.

His brother. That would explain why he was so protective of him. So much so he let a vampire near him.

Santi’s eyes travelled on the man’s trembling body, checking for any piece of silver that might have stayed inside a wound, any trace of poison or injury that would require more than he could give. To his relief, though the injuries were grave, they were nothing his blood couldn’t heal.

The little wolf was shaking in pain, or cold, or perhaps both, and Santi couldn’t stand to see it. But he couldn’t just give him his blood and be done with it. There was something more to it. They would be linked. Forever. Until he died. His blood would make him his until he broke the bond, and he was the only one who could break it. He had to make sure he knew what he was agreeing to if he let him save him.

His eyes returned to his beautiful blue ones and he hoped to see them again in the morning. The smell of his blood pouring from the wound on his side burnt his throat. He smelled of a warm summer night and what a waste it was for that blood to vanish into the ground. Santi slowly brought his hand to the man’s face, no longer able to resist touching him. The wolf growled a warning. Santi ignored it.

He was drowning in those blue eyes that were staring right back at him. He could see everything that was going on in the little wolf’s head. Pain, fear, confusion… and need. He smelled him too. Santi’s scent. Cold and unwelcoming… and yet he could smell the loneliness and the desire. He knew what it was, what it meant. He had heard about it since he was a child. Wolves called it a mate.

Vampires did too.

A bond in both cases. Respected among the wolves. Feared among the vampires.

A vampire’s mate was like their slave. Often used for blood, and sex, there was no love in that relationship. It was a one-way ‘deal’. The human often didn’t have much of a choice. But the werewolves, they both felt it. Both wanted it. They would die for the other. They would rather die than be apart.

He slowly moved his fingers down his cheek and left a cold trail on his skin as he ran them across his jaw.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice gentle and soft.

“Be-Benny.”

“You’re dying, Benny,” he said as a matter-of-factly.

The fear in the werewolves’ eyes would have made any vampire satisfied. But not Santi. Although he didn’t care about other people, he didn’t find others’ pain entertaining or pleasurable. That was why he stayed away from his kind, and everyone else.

The beast was watching the vampire carefully, debating whether or not he should let this go on any further.

“I… don’t want to… die.”

“I can help you,” Santi said, as he ran his hand through his blond hair. “Do you want me to help?”

Benny nodded and begged with his eyes. “Please.”

Santi leaned forward and brushed his nose against his throat. The wolf growled another warning as he stepped forward, but the vampire ignored it again.

“Do you know what that means? Do you know what thismeans?” he whispered in the little wolf’s ear, his fingertips caressing his bare skin as his moved his hand down his strong chest.

Benny swallowed with difficulty as he squeezed his eyes closed. Yes, he knew. And he was afraid the choice he had to make was between death, or death.

“You will be mine, little wolf. Can you make that choice and live by it?”

“And you… will be mine,” Benny coughed, drops of blood sliding off his chin. “Deal?” he asked with what he meant to be a smirk.

Santi arched an eyebrow. Even dying the wolf wanted to play with the vampire. Santi chuckled. He liked him already.

“Deal.”

Santi brought his wrist to his mouth and bit. He gently helped Benny sit up then moved behind him. The werewolf leaned back against the vampire’s chest as he brought his wrist to his mouth.

“Drink.”

The wolf huffed. Not of disapproval, as he would never pretend to tell his brother what to do. Not of disappointment, as he would never be disappointed in his brother. Perhaps of sadness, as he was leaving his life behind. For now there were linked to a vampire, they could not return home.

“Good boy,” Santi whispered in Benny’s ear, low enough so his brother wouldn’t hear it.

The praise sent shivers down his spine. The vampire’s blood tasted better than wine. It warmed his entire body, took away the pain, closed his wounds... It was addictive. His taste, his scent, his voice, even his breath on his skin. He couldn’t get enough. Santi had his other arm wrapped around his waist, his thumb moving in circles on his skin. He held him tight against his chest but Benny’s hold on his wrist was tighter. He moaned as his pain turned into a powerful sensation. He felt like he could take over the world. Like he was stronger than he had ever been. Santi had to remove his wrist with a bit of force from Benny’s mouth who was refusing to let go.

“Fuck.”

“You’ll have enough time to taste me later,” Santi told him before he placed a kiss on his temple.

“Please, don’t,” the wolf who had just turned back into a man said from above.

He was standing bare before them, his hands on his hips, his long hair falling on his face.

“This is Will, my brother.”

“Thanks for the help,” Will nodded.

“You are most welcome.”

Will held out his hand to his brother who took it. The vampire needed no help to get back onto his feet.

“What’s your name?”

“I am Santi.”

“You have a… cavern you sleep in during the day, Santi?” Will asked.

A low chuckle escaped the vampire.

“My estate is a few miles away.”

“Your… estate?”

“My name is Santiago Garcia. I live in Caladan Castle.”

“You’re…”

“Caladan Castle?” Will repeated.

“You’re Count Garcia?”

“Count Garcia was my father. I’m Santiago. My friends call me Santi.”

“Your friends call you Pope,” a voice echoed in the silent forest.

Frankie appeared behind the brothers. He seemed out of breath.

“What took you so long?” Santi asked mockingly.

“Fuck off, Pope.”

“Who are you?” Will asked.

“Who are you? And why are you naked?”

“This is Will,” Santi said. “His brother, Benny. My mate.”

“Fuck off, I didn’t take that long.”

“What did you do with the horses, Fish?”

“Fish?” Will raised an eyebrow.

“My name is Frankie, and the horses went home. They smelled your new friends and abandoned me.”

“Horses don’t like wolves much,” Will admitted.

“Werewolves,” Frankie scoffed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Let’s go then. Let’s see that castle.”

Will bent over and turned back into a beast. Frankie stepped back at the sight of the giant wolf. He gave a curious look to Santi who just gave him a smirk as he shrugged.

“Show him the way.”

“You’re not coming?”

“We’ll be right behind you.”

Frankie shrugged before he led the wolf away from the newly bonded mates.

Santi watched them walk away, feeling Benny’s eyes on him. Now that he was on his feet, he realized how tall the wolf really was. A lot taller than he was. But that didn’t intimidate him. On the contrary, Benny seemed to make himself smaller before the vampire. As if he was nervous. Perhaps it was because he was fully naked, or perhaps it was the cold, or the fact he and his brother had almost just been killed and saved by a vampire. Or worse, maybe he was scared of him.

No, he wasn’t scared. Vampires could smell fear. It was irrational of him to worry about that. But it seemed everything about Benny made him irrational.

“How’d you find us?” Benny asked suddenly, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“I smelled you.”

“I think I smelled you too.”

Santi raised an eyebrow, silently asking him to explain.

“I don’t know… I just smelled… something. You, now, I know it was you. I was making my way to you when they…”

“They were waiting for you, it seems.”

“Yeah, they took us by surprise. Bastards.”

“Could you tell I was a vampire?”

“Yeah. You… you kinda smell like death.”

Santi grimaced.

“It’s not bad,” Benny quickly added, but the look on the vampire’s face let him know he wasn’t convinced. “I mean… you smell like… like falling asleep on a winter night, and it’s cold but the blankets keep you warm… you know… it’s quiet and… peaceful.”

Santi considered his words for a long moment. Everything about him disgusted him. The fact he was technically dead, as he had died before he woke up like this, the fact he needed to drink blood to survive, the fact he was as cold as a corpse because he refused to drink blood directly from the warm, delicious source… It wasn’t a surprise that werewolves thought he smelled like death, it was to be expected. But he had never thought that death could smell nice.

Benny shifted on his legs waiting for him to speak. He ran his hand through his hair and kept it behind the back of his head, so he could hide behind his muscled arm.

“You smell like summer,” Santi finally spoke up. “When the wheat is high and the sun is setting and the wind blows the heat away.”

Benny was speechless, and he hoped the night would conceal his reddening cheeks. But Santi saw and heard everything. He saw him blush and heard his heart beat a little faster in his chest.

“I was told werewolves couldn’t stand the scent of vampires.”

“I think it depends on the vampire,” Benny shrugged. “You’re not my first one. But… you smell better than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“You do too. “

“I’ve never heard of…”

“Vampires mating with werewolves? Me neither.”

“There’s no doubt though, right? I mean… you feel it, like I feel it?”

“I feel it,” Santi nodded.

They stood there in silence, waiting for the other to speak, waiting to find something to say.

It was Santi who spoke again first. Because he wasn’t used to feeling insecure. And he hated that feeling growing inside of his chest.

“And it’s okay… that it’s me, right?”

Benny tilted his head and gave him a puzzled look.

“You mean… is it okay that you’re a vampire or… a man?”

Santi frowned. He was so worried about his curse that he didn’t even think of his gender.

“Both, I suppose.”

“Well, I’ve never been with either before. But… I wanna be with you, that much I know.”

Santi closed his eyes and nodded as a weight lifted off his chest.

“Good.”

“You’ve been with a man before?”

“I haven’t been with anyone before.”

His confession surprised the werewolf. Vampires were immortal. Surely, he was old enough to… well…

“How come?”

“I was a priest when I was human,” he said quickly, he didn’t like to talk about that part of his life.

“And after?”

“After what?”

“After… now, that you’re a vampire?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I like to be alone.”

“And Frankie?”

“Frankie is a long story.”

Benny nodded. He then did something he had been dying to do ever since Santi had appeared before his eyes as he was lying in a pool of his own blood. He brought his right hand to Santi’s hair and ran his fingers in his black curls. Santi immediately took a step towards him in response and brought his hand on the back of the werewolf’s neck.

Benny leaned his forehead against Santi’s, both of them enjoying each other’s touch, each other’s scent. Their noses brushed, asking for more. Perhaps it was the mention of another man that made Benny want to claim his mate right here and there, or perhaps it was just the natural thing to do, but he put his hand over the one Santi had on his neck and that was a sufficient excuse for the vampire to pull the werewolf down, bringing his lips to his.

Benny’s lips were warm while Santi’s were cold, but they welcomed each other’s differences. It warmed Santi’s cold heart, set a fire in his chest that had been freezing ever since he had turned into a vampire and left all of his humanity behind. Santi’s cool touch tamed Benny’s fire, the one that made him compulsive and turned him into an impulsive idiot who always came to regret his actions. It grounded him, made him focus entirely on his mate, and his needs.

Benny moved with Santi’s lips, showing him what to do, what he liked. They pulled at each other, as if they could come any closer, as if they could merge into one. Eventually they had to let go, well, Benny had to let go. It was harder for Santi, he didn’t need to breathe like the werewolf did. He would have to learn the mortal’s limits.

Benny’s hot breath fell on Santi’s face and he could hear his heart tapping in his chest. He pulled him closer, made him rest his forehead on his shoulder. He caressed his hair with one hand, his bare back with the other, keeping him close. He buried his nose in his neck and inhaled his delicious summer scent.

“Mine,” he growled, a natural response to any creature taking in their mate’s scent.

Benny moved to rest his chin on Santi’s shoulder and he closed his eyes as his nose wandered in the vampire’s hair.

“Mine.”

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Something Human

For Writer Wednesday! @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Pairing: Frankie Morales x werewolf!reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: language, mild descriptions of injuries, a little blood

A/N: So. I obviously have a werewolf thing sorry not sorry Will, Benny, and Pope are there in the background. Ask me for more of this if you want it I guess?

The sound of your breathing is a ragged, woeful wheeze in the stillness of the woods.

Disruptive and invasive. Every inhale is a grinding pull while the exhale which follows is like a warning. It hisses in trespasser and gasps out interloper. It sings loudly for the other animals to beware, tells them to not get too close.

That this unnatural, injured creature will only take you with it when it falls. Best to leave it for the rot and worms to deal with.

Except you keep moving, swaying on four fur laden legs, hoping to get somewhere. Anywhere.

You have no idea which direction is home, the scent of blood, diesel and burnt rubber is still clogging your nostrils and none of the trees or underbrush around you looks even the slightest bit familiar.

So you limp along, raw and slowly bleeding where twisted metal and chips of glass dig in your wounds. Bone grinding and pushing where it shouldn’t.

When you see the light, it flickers briefly between two trees. Like the thick trunks are trying to hide this potential unknown from you. You don’t speed up, just continue along toward the light at the wavering snails pace you’ve kept for the past however long you’ve been walking.

You never trusted the trees very much anyway, they liked to play tricks on things that didn’t have roots to plant in the ground. Maybe a little jealous of the things capable of locomotion.

The light belongs to a house. No, a cabin, tucked in the fog and darkness far away from any other man made structure, and it would normally send you in the opposite direction.

Cabins meant people, people meant danger and right now, danger was akin to death. But if you stopped moving, you might not start again. Bones were broken, snapped like twigs under the force of a speeding 18-wheeler. Muscles tired and energy fraying like an old rope.

Put too much pressure on it and snap-

There’s the sound of your body thumping onto the wood planks of the back steps and the scuffle of whoever is inside startling at it. A deep voice, more than one voice maybe, rises in alert and then hushed footsteps.

What big ears I have, you wryly think to yourself, all the better to hear you with.

You close your eyes before the door opens fully, pouring light out onto you, so it doesn’t hurt your already aching eyes.

“What the hell is that?” the first voice, the deep one.

“I told you my uncle said there were wolves out here, Fish”

“Benny, shut up” a different voice from the first two.

Three of them then.

Somewhere in your body, it’s decided to be too much work to open your eyes. Or to even so much as give a yelp when one of the voices pokes your shoulder with the blunt end of something.

“Jesus, Benny, don’t fucking poke it” the first voice scolds, weight shifting closer, but not too close, toward you.

Then the soft filter of light through your eyelids is blocked out by something soft being draped over your face, leaving your muzzle free.

“And what is that gonna do” Voice Three sounds the furthest away, the most on alert.

“I don’t know, I saw it on Discovery channel, they do it when they put animals under for surgery and shit” Voice One snaps.

Voice One’s scent is starting to replace the stink of your injuries. Campfire smoke, beer, cinnamon, cooked meat. Definitely spent time cooking.

“Shut the door Fish” a new, fourth, voice orders. Stern and low. A false calm to the thundering of their heart.

“It’s got a piece of metal in it’s side, we can’t just leave it” Fish argues.

“And we can’t help it either, just shut the door, we’ll call the rangers or animal control and they can deal with it,” Voice Three now, just a bit closer.

Your whole body can’t help but jerk out of its stupor at the word ‘rangers.’ That is the last thing you need after the fuck up tonight turned out to be.

The air shifts palpably at your movement, like the brace before a hard impact. One of them yells at Fish to shut the door again but you’ve already steadied your paws on the steps and pushed yourself over the threshold.

Whatever had been draped over your eyes falls away and the whole scene is blurry. Probably stood up too fast.

The wound around the protruding metal begins to seep more blood and it drops onto the wood floors like rain, iron rich and plentiful.

One of them, Fish, it smells like him, is crouched in front of you, deep brown eyes stare into yours from beneath the bill of the cap he wears. They almost seem to understand. Accept.

What big eyes I have, all the better to see you with.

Everything reeks of fear now, fear and adrenaline and you’re going to end up dead, stumbling around like this. So you drop forward, not really meaning to end up pinning Fish to the floor but there you were.

Immobile and bleeding, just dead weight and matted fur, muzzle laying slack on his chest and going to pass out for sure now. Hoping he could see something when you met his eyes again, something human. He had let you in, maybe he could help you.

Just no more moving. Moving scared the humans. Scared humans do bad things to monsters.

And isn’t that what you were after all? A monster.

[wysteria-clad]

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