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gummybear1031 · 7 months

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Today, the randomizer chose a movie called "Werewolves Within."

It was okay. I'd watch it again.

Livetweets under the cut.

I’ve never heard of “Werewolves Within,” but I’m a big werewolf fan. I once wrote about werewolves as a metaphor for puberty, especially AFAB puberty due to it being a blood curse based on 28-day cycles.

Is this movie making a motivational quote from Mr. Rogers scary? This is exactly my sense of humor, y’all.

More proof that you should never say “Hello” in a horror movie.

“Let’s all chant the word ‘balls.’”

Did Tumblr make a movie and forget to tell me?

No. The people would be hornier toward the monsters if that had happened.

Beaverfield is probably in Oregon. There’s both a Beaver and Beaverton there. Beaver has great cheese, and Beaverton is a suburb of Portland.

Cecily the Mailperson (actually Mail Carrier) looks really familiar. I can’t figure out where I know her from, though.

Yep. This is Oregon. This is the most Oegon place I’ve ever seen. And I grew up in Boring.

Does every mail carrier everywhere know all of the gossip? Ours knows everything, too.

“You will be shot.” Oh! They’re from the same part of Oregon I am: West West Idaho.

Cecily is Lily from AT&T! My spouse has a crush on her.

Of course, it’s kombucha. Because Oregon. Axe throwing! Another treasured eastern Oregon tradition! I’m surprisingly good at it despite having grown up on a dairy farm and never using an axe before.

Ugh. Whitman. I have a whole transcendentalist rant locked and loaded. “King of DIY Lit.” Bullshit. His sister and mom were feeding him the whole damn time. Anytime anyone is doing something all by themselves it’s because someone is doing all the invisible labor.

WOW! Finn is dumb AF.

They’re trapped in the town with no way out and no electricity and a killer werewolf (that ate a possibly racist dog). Things should get exciting.

Finn being the only Black man in town is actually accurate to Oregon, the state so racist it banned enslaved people in order to have fewer people of color!

This werewolf is smart. It killed everybody’s generators.

And buried a body. Which means it wasn’t hungry when it killed that dude at the beginning.

Good job of burying the lede, Finn!

The screaming is hilarious.

Enviro lady is so creepy. I love her. They’re setting her up as an obvious red herring.

Cecily is handling Finn’s bullshit way better than I would. I would’ve left him for the Bundy-acolyte to shoot and eat.

Dr. Jane is my favorite character in this movie. Top Ten most characters ever.

This town is immediately turning on each other; exactly as it should be.

Everybody’s convinced Emerson’s the murderer, but he looks just like my brother-in-law and acts like my late uncle. He makes me feel safe.

So many of these jokes are just brilliant in their simplicity.

There are only 11 people in this town, and they’re all the worst/dumbest people alive. This movie truly captures what living in a small town is like.

The gun conversation just continues that. The church my dad goes to had to make a rule that nobody can open carry inside. They tried to say nobody could conceal carry either, but people got angry. And someone threatened to bring her “purse gun” to every board meeting, choir practice, etc.

She’s going to shoot Pete more than the monster is going to eat him. It looks like he was shot in the upper chest. Dude is going to bleed out.

Also Dr. Jane knows way more than she’s admitting.

Don’t shoot through the door, lady! You’ve damaged the structural integrity. That makes it easier for people or werewolves to break through.

Bullshit. Oil Dude shot Dr. Jane so she wouldn’t be able to stop his pipeline.

Gwen is so excited that everybody is pointing guns at each other. She’s just dancing in the background making finger guns.

I like the motivational speech not working. Also, “I hope you dildos get eaten” is great. I’ve never used that as an insult, but it’s good.

Like, you’re not even a dick. You’re a pale, plastic, lifeless imitation.

I have a bear spray story! My sister (the psychic) wasn’t sure how to use the bear spray and thought it was like mosquito spray. Fortunately, another hiker stopped her in time.

Holy crap! She just straight up killed him for greed! The werewolf has only killed one dude at this point. And Trish just evened her kill count.

“I taped knives to my hand!” is the most eastern Oregon shit ever.

Trish has killed more people than the werewolf.

The townspeople have killed more people than the werewolf has. I mean, maybe the werewolf killed people in the other two towns, but in this one, it’s only killed a person.

Cecily is a werewolf!

“I ate them.” I feel like that’s the most punk way for a shitty high school punk band to break up.

Calling out the whole manic pixie dream girl thing is great. Also, eating the hand of the lower back hand guy. And yes, you should’ve eaten both hands.

Finn’s right. There’s nothing being wrong with being nice. Until you’re trying to talk to the murderous werewolf like she’s a friend.

Get her, Emerson! If anybody’s going to beat up the werewolf it’s him!

Nevermind.

I do want to point out that the villain has only two kills in this movie versus the rest of the town people. The werewolf and Trish the Craft Lady have the same body count.

Did he just stab her with snowshoes? So that’s where those were.

Emerson’s alive, which means Trish the Craft Lady has a higher body count than the murderous werewolf.

My closed captions completely covered Cecily climbing back to her feet. But I saw her once she stood up.

“Make your own damn sandwich” is a pretty good ending line.

For some reason, this reminded me of an Agatha Christie story. Enjoyable but not my favorite thing. And that’s not going to stop me from picking it up again.

#31 days 31 horror movies 2023 #werewolves within #happy halloween

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jimsmovieworld · 1 year

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WEREWOLVES WITHIN- 2021 ⭐️⭐️

A snowstorm traps town residents together inside the local inn, where newly arrived forest ranger Finn and postal worker Cecily must try to keep the peace and uncover the truth behind a mysterious creature that has begun terrorizing the community.

Most jokes dont land. Not the worst movie ever for background viewing. Sam Richardson is likable even though the film isnt great.

#werewolves within #movie #film #movie review #horror #comedy #sam richardson

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flipflopslapfight · 2 years

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Review: "Werewolves Within"

Review: “Werewolves Within”

Within the community? Within the house!? Perhaps the werewolves are within each and every one of our dark souls, man…! Or maybe just within the movie. (more…)

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jaidens · 9 months

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so if it'd make you stay i wouldn't act so angry all the time

pairing [s] : dean winchester x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : stitching, knives, cuts + blood | kissing

a/n [s] : requests r open!

The hunt had gone wrong. What was supposed to be an easy, short hunt turned into a violent rage of angry werewolves on the hunt for people. You had managed to get away with a few cuts and bruises, the same was done for Sam, but Dean got the bad part of the fight in an attempt to protect you two.

He sits on the full bed, holding a towel over the cut that bleeds from his shoulder. You're patching up some small cuts with bandages and gauze and tape. Sam was gathering his stuff in the other part of the room to get ready for the early leave tomorrow.

You gather the first-aid supplies and tools and carry them over to where Dean sits. “Hey,” You say as you pull up a chair next to him and put on a pair of gloves. “How are you doing? How's that shoulder treating you?” You ask him.

“Just peachy.” Dean responds sarcastically, giving you a small smirk.

You roll your eyes at him and pull the towel off of the cut and try not to stare at the blood that pools around the cut and that's on the towel. You toss it to the side, and pour antiseptic onto the gauze pad, and warn Dean. “This is gonna sting.” He nods and hisses, his knuckles going white against his jeans. You frown and press it as soft as you can against the cut.

You wipe softly to get the dried blood away, and take out your stitching supplies. You begin the first stitches and Dean has his eyes closed, eyelashes against his cheek, and he lets out breaths to distract himself from the pain. It was something he had always done, in the way to cover up how he felt after John told him it was completely childish and stupid to show people how you truly felt.

You finish with the tie of the thread, a cut, and start packing away the supplies. You grab your bag, the first-aid kit, and a set of files. You thank Dean and Sam for letting you join on the hunt, and they respond in their favors. Once you walk out of the motel door: you take a long, deep breath and shut your eyes.

You and Dean were a very bundle of confusion. You were never with him long enough to have a connection without eruption. You were in love with the green-eyed man; that was obvious, and he was in love with you. You had some moments in Baby where you and Dean had some long, significant touches that burned on your skin. The picture of him shirtless, eyes shut, and laying against you was permanently engraved on the back of your eyelid.

You walk into your motel room, shutting the door, and immediately walking to your bed and falling on it. You place your hand over your face and close your eyes. You turn on the television and let it go to the first movie channel it could. You let it play in the background while you read through another file for a new case that you found.

The sound of knocks fills your ears. Not hard, but not soft at the same time. You set the file down on the green bedsheets and go to the door and answer it. Dean is there in his pajamas, a Kansas sweatshirt and plaid pants, with a small smile on his face. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping.” You open the door further and he walks in to your room.

“I just wanted to say thank you. I don't do it often, but you did a lot for me.” Dean admits as he jumps on the balls of his feet. You sit down on your bed and Dean follows and sits next to you. “It meant a lot to me.” He says.

Dean stares into your eyes, his hand snaking onto yours where it sits on your thigh. You're trying to cover your embarrassment as his eyes flicker to your lips occasionally. “Well— well It's my job to make sure my friends are safe.” You respond to his compliments. Within a second, Dean’s hand goes to your face and smashes his lips against yours. With a slide and a push, you're against the bed and Dean’s hands are on you.

You pull away from him and attempt to catch your breath. “Get hurt more, yeah?” Dean laughs and kisses you once again. You laugh again and he places one of his arms around your shoulders.

Whatever you and Dean were, you were hoping it would stay like this. With hugs, kisses, and longing touches.

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 9 months

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Sick of Missing You

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summary: dean thought he had to let you go, but now he’s so sick of missing you

paring: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.0k

warnings: language, (slightly) injured dean, cheating, i think that’s it?

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“Dean?” you asked. “Is that you?” You turned on the living room light and, as you suspected, your boyfriend was sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room.

“Hey sweetheart,” he replied, his voice strained. “How was work?”

“Small talk, really?” you scoffed a little. “Dean, I can see your injuries from here, what happened to you?”

“Remember that job I told you about?” he laughed as he stood up, a pained wince leaving his lips. You hurried over to him, filled with worry.

“A ghost did this? How?” you asked. He had a deep cut on the side of his face, accompanied by an array of bruises. As he shrugged off his leather jacket, your eyes widened at the amount of blood seeping through the part of his shirt that covered his shoulder.

“A uh…A werewolf did this,” he said quietly. Somehow your eyes widened even more.

“Are you fucking with me Dean Winchester?”

He chuckled, “No, sweetheart, I’m not fucking with you. Werewolves are real, unfortunately.”

“I’m guessing they’re nothing like Jacob Black?” you muttered, eyes glued to his injuries.

“And Vampires aren’t like the Cullens, either.”

“Vampires!?” you practically shrieked. “You mean to tell me you’ve been fighting the fucking Salvatores this whole time and all you told me about was ghosts?”

“Salvatores?” He furrowed his brows.

“Vampire Diaries?” you replied, he nodded a little when he understood what you meant. “I guess that show wouldn’t be as fun to watch if you’d seen it firsthand.”

“Yeah, I’ve always been more into movies that don’t glamorize eating humans.” He smiled somewhat sarcastically. You rolled your eyes a little, before focusing back onto the blood he was sporting.

“So why the hell aren’t you at the hospital?” you asked him.

“Cause you were closer,” he replied, shrugging a little. He winced a little at the motion and your brows knitted with worry.

“Dean, I’m a veterinarian’s assistant, you shouldn’t have come to me for help?”

“Please?” he asked.

“Of course I’ll fucking help you!” you replied quickly. “Sit down at the kitchen table, I’ll go get the first aid kit.”

Keeping to your word, you stitched Dean up within the hour and let him shower as you found him some clean clothes to wear from all the times he’d stayed at your place.

“Thank you.” He smiled before he kissed you. “But, I can’t stay here tonight.”

“What?” you scoffed, smiling.

“I- I’m sorry but coming here tonight was a stupid mistake.”

“Dean, you’ve come here dozens of times this past year-and-a-half. What’re you talking about?”

“Look,” he sighed, “telling you about my job was a moment of stupid weakness, and if I stay with you now you have no idea the kind of danger you’ll be in.”

“So…?”

“So, this is goodbye.”

“What? No!” you exclaimed. You gripped his non-injured arm and forced him to look into your eyes. “This is not goodbye, Dean Winchester.”

“It has to be,” he whispered. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he stared down at you. “I’m sorry.” He started to walk to the door but you hurried and got between him and his destination.

“Dean Winchester I love you, please don’t go,” you exclaimed, tears running down your cheeks.

“I can’t let you get hurt because of me,” he whispered, eyes glued to the floor.

“What kind of fucking excuse is that!” you shouted. “Look at me you fucking coward!” He did as you asked, tears in his eyes now too. “If you walk out that door right now you will be hurting me so much more than anyone else ever could.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. Then he pushed past you and left. Out the door, out of your life. You locked the door behind him before trudging over to the couch and letting yourself cry.

You didn’t hear him, but before he left, Dean stood outside your door and whispered, “I love you too, Y/n.”

He never called. If he had you would’ve fucking answered, but he never even bothered.

He kept an eye on you, in a slightly-creepy way. (If it had been anyone else, it would’ve been very creepy. But this was Dean Winchester and his intentions were nothing but good; he just wanted to keep you safe.) He’d drive past your house or park outside where you worked to be sure you were still okay. To be sure one of the many monsters he’d pissed off hadn’t found you and taken revenge.

Once he watched as you carried two full bags of groceries into your home, and when one of the paper bags broke it took everything in him not to run and help. He told himself it was for the best, that he was keeping you safe and that’s all that mattered.

He hated himself every day he didn’t call you. He felt like such an asshole. He knew you loved him, but he didn’t say it back.

“Alright, I gotta ask,” Sam said one day when Dean had been staring at his laptop with an unusual amount of concentration. They had already finished the case and it was time for Dean to either get wasted and sleep with someone, or just go to bed. “What the hell are you looking at so intensely over there?” he laughed as he walked over and took a look at the screen. “Who’s she?”

“Nobody,” Dean mumbled as he closed the laptop, annoyed.

“Oh my god,” Sam exclaimed. “That’s Y/n!”

“Who?” Dean replied.

“That girl from Chicago you used to run off and stay with after we finished a case within a hundred mile radius of her house?”

“How…”

“I have eyes and ears and a working brain, that’s how.” He shook his head as he sat back down. Sam noticed the hurt in Dean’s eyes and realized there was a huge chance this girl had died and that’s why Dean hadn’t seen her in almost six months. “She okay?”

“Yeah, she- she’s fine. I think she’s seeing someone but I can’t tell if it’s serious or not.” Dean shrugged.

“So…you’re stalking your ex?”

Dean didn’t feel ashamed for ‘stalking’ you, even after Sam put it like that.

“Guess so,” Dean mumbled.

“Well what’s the new guy look like?” Sam asked, trying to be supportive of his brother’s obsession. “You’re sure they’re dating? Not just…friends?” Sam suggested. Dean took a moment to find the picture he had seen earlier on your FaceBook. When he found the page, he turned the laptop around and showed Sam, who cringe-clenched his teeth with sympathy. “Yeah, they’re dating.” The picture was of you and your new boyfriend kissing and the caption was a heart emoji. Clearly, you had moved on quicker than Dean.

Dean continued to keep an eye on you, but at more of a distance.

Until one evening, when he saw you his heart somehow broke more. You were stepping out of your car, wearing a beautiful, sexy red dress; but you were in tears. Balling your fucking eyes out, to be indelicate.

Before he could think twice, he was out of the Impala and hurrying toward you.

“Y/n!” Dean called out when he was a few yards away.

“Holy fuck!” you exclaimed loudly. Dean was the last person you expected to see right now. “Dean! What the hell?” You wiped your tears, trying to somewhat compose yourself.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He stood next to you now, and as he reached out to touch your shoulder you pulled your arm back.

You scoffed. “I just have the absolute worst taste in men, that’s all!” You brushed past him and he followed you to your door.

“Sweetheart please tell me what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?”

“Dean, come on! Are you really asking me that right now? This is nothing compared to the fucking tsunami of tears you caused me!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No, you aren’t, because if you were you would’ve called. You would’ve come back to me and apologized for taking my fucking heart out!” You walked into your house and slammed the door behind you, locking it before Dean could enter.

“I wanted to, Y/n, believe me!” he exclaimed against the door. “I wanted to call you every fucking day this past year. I thought I was protecting you but I’m fucking sick of this! I’m sick of sitting up at night and wishing I was with you. I’m sick of missing you, Y/n.”

“Why’d you come talk to me this time?” you asked, not opening the door.

“What do you mean?”

You opened the door so you could look him in the eyes. “I’ve seen that gorgeous Impala of yours parked outside the animal hospital and my house, you know.”

“Oh…” he mumbled, suddenly feeling very awkward. “Sorry.”

“Every time I saw it- her, sorry,” you corrected yourself, remembering Baby had a name. You saw the way Dean smiled at your words. “Every time I wished you’d just come and talk to me. So why did you this time?”

“I- When I saw you were crying I thought you were hurt.” He watched as you opened the door enough so he could walk in.

“The guy I’ve been seeing for the past eight months just slept with my co-worker,” you told him as he walked in. “I just walked in on them.”

“Oh my god, Y/n I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t be,” you scoffed a little. “I didn’t love him.” You looked up into Dean’s bright green eyes as yours began to fill with tears again. “The man I really, truly, completely loved walked out on me after I told him.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Dean I want nothing more than to hug you and kiss you and let you tell me how much you care about me but I know it’s all a fucking lie. I know you’re just gonna walk out again,” you said. “If you need a place to stay tonight you can have the couch.” You walked toward the living room. “Fun fact, it’s the same couch I was glued to and crying on for about three days after you left. Got a pink slip at work and everything, so thanks for that,” you said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry!” Dean exclaimed, following you. “Please believe me; I was only trying to keep you safe! I didn’t want you to get hurt!”

“Hurt? Dean I told you that night you would be hurting me by leaving and you left anyway!” You turned back to face him, now both standing in the living room. There was a long pause as Dean thought of what he could possibly say to make you understand. To turn ‘man I loved’ into ‘man I love’. “So what’s different now? Why are you suddenly asking to be a part of my life again?”

“Because I’m so fucking sick of missing you. I’m so sick of this gut wrenching feeling I get every time I hear your name. I’m sick of not being able to call you when I want to hear your voice. I’m sick of missing you, Y/n. And I know it’s selfish as fuck to come back here, because I could very well be putting you in danger, but I’m just so sick of missing you.” Tears were streaming down Dean’s cheeks as he poured his heart out to you; hoping, praying you’d give him a second chance.

“Is that really the reason? The only reason you left was because you didn’t want a monster to follow you back here?” you asked, he nodded.

“Yes, yes Y/n, that’s the one and only reason.”

“Okay,” you whispered, his eyes widened. “Don’t look so suprised,” you let out a little laugh, “I still fucking love you, even though you may be an idiot.”

“You- You still love me?” he asked, you just smiled. “I love you, Y/n. I- I loved you back then but I- I just couldn’t say it.”

You reached your arms around his neck and quickly pulled him down into a deep kiss. He smiled against your mouth and you mirrored his expression.

“For the record,” you whispered when you pulled away. “I’m sick of missing you too.”

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medievalandfantasymelee · 3 days

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COME ONE, COME ALL to the MOSTE ILLUSTRIOUS TOURNAMENT of the FINEST, the MOSTE PUISSANT and HOTTEST MEN MEDIEVAL MEDIA HAS TO ITS CREDIT.

Be it known that we shall accept submissions of the hottest men OF THE PEOPLES’ CHOOSING from any live-action** TV or movie media property set between the Years of Our Lorde 500 – 1550 (Tudors WELCOME!!), and any fantasy properties which emulate said period!

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gingiesworld · 8 months

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Hey

I wanted to ask i you can write some thing about fem reader who can shift into an huge wolf and natasha who finds out. Mary something fluffy with a bit Angst :)

Btw i love your storys, your a really good writer

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Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader/ Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst and fluff

A/N: Thank you nonnie for this request and your sweet words <3

18+ MINORS DNI

Natasha thought she knew everything about Y/N from the moment they had become official. Although Y/N had a secret that only Wanda knew about, especially as the two have a history with Hydra. Although Wanda had volunteered thinking she was doing it to save her country, Y/N was captured because of her bloodline.

Wanda was in control of being her keeper, she helped with calming her down whenever she felt overwhelmed or like she was going to lose control. But the friendship between the two didn't go unnoticed by the assassin. Jealousy had sparked something from within and she found herself questioning her relationship with Y/N.

"Do you want a fresh drink?" Y/N asked her at one of Tony's parties.

"Please." Nat smiled at her as Y/N took her glass and headed to the kitchen. Smiling as she got the drinks but soon as she spotted Steve sitting a little too close to Natasha, she felt anger and rage as Nat looked uncomfortable.

"Just a moment Vis." Wanda told him as she noticed Y/N's stare, heading straight for her best friend and dragging her outside the compound. "Just breathe Y/N." Wanda tried as Y/N paced.

"I just." She tried to speak but her breathing increased. It was Vision who had went to ask Natasha to follow him since they both had a plan to catch the two in the act. But what they never realised was that it was the complete opposite to how they thought.

"Y/N." Wanda spoke in a soothing voice, Y/N shook her head no as her body started to change. Her screams filled the air as the bones broke as they changed form. Once Y/N had fully changed, Vision went into protective mode and flew over to tackle Y/N away from Wanda. "VISION!!" She yelled as she used her powers to stop his movements.

Nat slowly approached the the three of them with caution.

"She is dangerous Wanda." He told her as Wanda shook her head no.

"She has nevet hurt me in all of the years we have known each other." Wanda told him through gritted teeth as she went to check on Y/N, running her hands through Y/N's hair as she whimpered.

"What is going on?" Nat questioned as she watched both Wanda and Y/N in her wolf form.

"She is from a long line of werewolves and she was taken by Hydra." Wanda told her. "Hydra had her kill someone in order to activate the curse and ever since I have been their for her."

"I just." Nat looked at Y/N's whimpering form.

"Y/N had never cheated on you." Wanda stated. "Sorry, it's just that your thoughts are very loud and I couldn't control it." Nat just nodded as she gazed at the grey wolf. "Y/N loves you so much Natasha and she comes to me when she fears she can't control herself. She is afraid of hurting you so she kept this secret from you."

"She's hurt." Nat stated as she noticed the blood on her fur.

"She will heal." Wanda told her. "There is a lot that comes with this knowledge Natasha and Y/N needs you to be impartial."

"I love her Wanda and I will not go anywhere." Natasha spoke firmly as she knelt beside Y/N. "This secret won't come between us." Wanda smiled as she watched the assassin started to stroke Y/N's fur. "I don't care that she turns into a wolf, all I care about is her health and happiness."

"I love you too Natasha." Y/N whispered as they soon noticed Y/N had changed back, Wanda was fast to give her the hoodie she had on to cover her bare form. "And I am sorry that I felt as though I couldn't trust you with this."

"That's ok." She whispered as she brushed Y/N's hair from her face. "Let's get you inside and we can have a bath and watch a movie."

"I would love that." Y/N kissed her softly as Wanda cleared her throat.

"Well, I guess I best get Vision in line before he gets everyone to turn on Y/N." Wanda told the two as she soon disappeared, leaving the two lovers under the stars as Nat pulled her back in for a loving kiss.

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By The Waning Crescent Moon

Summary: As an Omega you know you need to get home before your Heat starts, but when your car breaks down in the woods you need to seek refuge somewhere safe... surely a Convent will be the best place? Little do you know the nuns have long since left, only to be replaced by the worst possible thing; a pack of Werewolves. Even worse, its a full moon. Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie.

Wordcount: 4949

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Syverson x Omega Female reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Desecration of Religious artefacts, Knotting, Werewolf Sex, Monsterfucking, Unplanned Pregnancy, ABO Dynamics

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A/N: This story has been stuck in WIP hell for a couple of months, i originally got psyched to write an entire werewolf gangbang, but then all the bullshit in the USA happened and yeah, forced pregnancy wasn’t at the forefront of everyone’s to do list, even in fanfic. Furthermore the wolf gang was originally going to be a biker gang, but another amazing writer @sillyrabbit81 has since launched a truly amazing biker gang reverse harem fic, i decided to shelve that idea and instead sit on the original thought of werewolves for a while. I then had inspiration to make this a Syverson story, so here we go. The Were sex scene is heavily inspired by the graveyard scene between Lucy and Dracula in Bram Stokers Dracula movie, which in my opinion is one of the greatest creature feature/monsterfucking movies in the history of cinema.

By the Waning Crescent Moon

You waited at the stop light, the remote intersection of two highways high up in the hills of logging country. It was dusk, yet the sky was hidden behind obsidian clouds, heavy rain systems waiting to release their downpours in sporadic outbursts. Despite the cold rain dulling the summer evening, you were burning up. You’d stopped at the last gas station and had stocked up on a huge slush drink and a popsicle, but neither had done anything to quell the growing warmth within your body. Sat in your flimsy sundress you were at least grateful that in a moment of optimism that morning you’d dressed for good weather, even if you’d spent the day wrapped in the cardigan you’d found on the back seat. However now as you felt a droplet of sweat make its way down your neck and cleavage, you cursed and opened the window, grateful for the cool damp air against your skin.

The red light finally changed and you muttered under your breath to yourself as you pushed your old Nissan into gear;

“C’mon, lets get home” you said to no-one except yourself.

The highway grew narrow as it entered the woods, just a single lane in each direction, tall cedar trees closing in on both sides. The rain wasn’t as heavy beneath the thick canopy above you, instead there were wisps of mist clinging to the roadway’s edge.

As you continued along you felt the first pang of pain in your stomach, a cramp that grew with intensity like an old lightbulb trying to illuminate but suddenly extinguishing.

“Oh fuck…” you cursed, resting your hand on your stomach as you rubbed to ease the ache. You drove on cautiously, ignoring the rattle that was emanating from the engine, your mind elsewhere. You had only finished your last period a little over a week ago so it wasn’t that. You could feel another cramp starting to build, your concentration far from the road. That was more than likely the reason you didn’t notice the pothole, the car shook and the suspension made a deafening thunk as you hit the flooded crater without pause. With a scream you pulled your full attention back to the road, ignoring the cramp pulling at your gut as you struggled to keep the car on the road, slowing gradually until you were able to pause. The sudden understanding hit your mind as the realisation of what was happening registered. You scrambled for your phone, opening the calendar and scrolling back to the cold winter months.

A cold chill ran down your back like icy fingers against your spine. Six months. Almost to the day. Six months since your last heat.

“Shit fuck FUCK” you shouted at the rain splattered windows. How could you have missed it? As another cramp hit your stomach you curled over and rested your head against the steering wheel, at which moment your phone chimed. Peering out of one eye you looked at the screen and the reminder that had just popped up;

*Heat starting soon!!!*

“Yes, THANK YOU. 24 hours too late”

As an unmated Omega you set yourself reminders for when your heat was due, coming every six months you generally made arrangements to work from home, and ensure you loaded your purse with suppressants and painkillers so to deal with the build up. It would seem this time however you hadn’t set the reminder early enough, as you had neither medication with you, but would also explain the hot sweats and the reason you’d woken up that morning tangled in the sheets after dreaming of faceless intimacy.

With a sigh you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, before peering out of the windshield at the dark and twisting road. Engaging first gear you set off but were immediately reminded that something terminal had happened when you’d hit the hole in the asphalt, your car now leaning on the kerbside. For a moment you considered calling for a tow truck, but then the rapidly failing rational side of your brain reminded you that the truck would likely be driven by a man, and the last thing you needed when you were about to come into heat was to risk being stuck with an Alpha you didn’t know. No, you needed to try and limp your car home, at least close enough to town that you could call your roommate to come help, she’d know exactly what to do. You made it a good couple of miles at a slow pace, the road straight and gently downhill, until a hairpin bend meant you had to sharply turn the wheel. Something loudly went ‘twang’ like a spring being violently recoiled. It was quickly followed by the sound of hissing air, and the car dropped even further on the kerbside. The tell-tale thud-thud-thud of a flat tyre could be heard as you freewheeled to the side of the road, before coming to a stop on the gravel side of the highway.

You took a deep breath and let out a scream, yelling at the windshield, before your stomach cramps hit back again. They were getting closer together and you knew you needed help. Checking your phone hopefully you were still disappointed when you saw that there was still no service, more than likely due to a combination of location and the bad weather. With a sigh you stared out of the windshield and you noticed a sign on a wall;

“The Sisters of St Augustus’ Refuge” you paused, the synapses in your brain firing and finally connecting; “A CONVENT! That’s just women!”

Climbing out of your car you grabbed your purse and cardigan, holding the latter over your head in a vain attempt to keep the worst of the rain off as you started to trot up the long driveway towards the building that loomed on the horizon. You failed to notice the other sign that lay on the ground, one put up by the real estate company handling the sale of the building but has since fallen.

The driveway was considerably longer than you anticipated, and by the time you were halfway your pace had slowed, your cramps now even worse. The large wooden doors of the convent came into view as you staggered closer, the rain and sweat mixing and running into your eyes, blurring your vision. You stumbled, your no longer white Converses catching on a pebble, righting yourself before you fell flat on your face. Another two steps and another pebble, you were falling when suddenly a pair of arms caught you, the dark robes fluttering in the storm as you blacked out.

Sy sat back in his chair, his boots resting on the large table as he picked at his nails with one long claw, being able to control the change to his advantage. Walter was pacing the room, pausing to glare at the clock on the wall before returning to pacing. Sy let out a small sigh, the entire pack was antsy, anxious and ready for the turn of the full moon, however this summer storm obscuring its silver rays was turning the pack into an angry mess. August had wisely disappeared into the depths of the building and Sy was thankful for that, he and Walter would always argue over the smallest thing. Sy also glanced at the clock, his stomach growling;

“Where is Mikey with that takeout?” he muttered to himself.

A sudden increase in background noise caused both Sy and Walter to pause and look up, their nostrils flaring. August entered the room from the door that led to the private quarters, just as the large double doors to the chapel opened. The two youngest members of the pack came bustling in, Will holding the doors open as Mikey staggered along, his long black duster raincoat still dripping with rain, a now soaked bag of takeout hanging from one hand, but what caught everyone’s attention was what else he was carrying; a young woman.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Mikey stood still, waiting to gauge the reaction from the rest of the pack;

“I…I found… she passed out on the doorstep…”

There was a pause before everyone sprang into life, the men helping Mikey carry the unconscious woman in, Walter lifting her and setting her down onto the makeshift workbench they’d commandeered when they’d moved into the old building.

Sy’s eyes widened before he cursed;

“Fuck…” he dragged his hand over his face before clearing his throat; “Aug, Walt, gotta talk. Will and Mike, make sure she’s ok”

August simply raised his left eyebrow before following, Walter trudging closely behind as Sy pushed the door partially closed behind them;

“Shit, this is the last thing we need, especially tonight…”

Walter nodded;

“I agree, whatever she’s doing here, we need to get her out of here before the storm passes”

August stood in the corner of the room, his silence eventually what drew the others attention;

“August, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet on this” Sy questioned

“Maybe she’s not an Omega?” he simply shrugged; “Could just be lost or her car broken down”

“Then why is she unconscious and reek of heat scent?…” he paused… “And why…”

Sy fell silent, all three elder members of the pack’s attention rising to the tall stained glass windows, the pale light from the full moon spilling into the dark room as the clouds started to part. A simultaneous chorus of ‘fuck’ sounded around the room, before they started to change, the moonlight triggering the lupine curse within them.

They grew broader, their shoulders filling out their shirts. Jaws clenched as canine teeth elongated. The flick of fire in their eyes started to burn as the silvery rays of moonlight spread throughout the room. At first they didn’t notice the wisp of orangey vapour that curled through the small gap in the door, but as it moved around the room like a lost serpent August was the first to notice;

“What the hell is that?”

Sy and Walter followed his gaze before noticing more tendrils of the vapour, watching as it sparkled gold and copper in the moonlight. Sy gritted his teeth and pushed back the urge to fully transform, the skill he’d accomplished once he became the full Alpha leader of the pack;

“Stay here” he all but growled, stalking towards the mist and out into the hall, the sight before him stopping him in his tracks.

The young woman was awake, but was clinging to Will as she nuzzled against his neck. One of her hands curled through Mikey’s hair, pulling him to the other side of her neck. Wisps of orange vapour curled around them, seemingly emanating from her.

“BOYS!” Sy barked, both younger men trying to turn to the pack elder, but looked punch drunk.

“Uncle Sy…” Mikey muttered; “She’s… there’s something…”

Sy crossed the room lightning fast, pulling both younger men from her grasp before pushing them into a ray of moonlight as it spilt in through a side window, knowing that although the moon would turn them, it would also clear whatever was happening due to the vapour from their minds. August and Walter helped the two boys up, both elders now having almost completed their transformations, the younger turning as they stood. Sy gritted his teeth again and pushed back the urge to transform, knowing four, five full Were’s would destroy this young woman, and that someone needed to find out what the hell was happening;

“August, Walter, take Will and Mikey, go run, go hunt, anything, get all of you out of here”

The other’s paused, seemingly torn between the draw of the full moon and the pull of the young woman, but as Sy turned and growled, his eyes flashing golden they finally retreated.

Sy listened, his acute hearing picking up four sets of padded feet running across the gravel driveway and into the woods, before he turned to her;

“What the hell am i going to do with you?”

You sat on the hard surface, the blanket beneath you doing little to pad out the cold stone underneath as you watched the hulk of a man approach. You could immediately tell he was an Alpha, strong and virile, he was extremely broad with thick arms and thighs, he seemed to be 250lbs of solid muscle. Beneath the scowl on his face you could see stormy blue eyes that sometimes had a flash of gold in them, and hints of red in his thick beard. Your entire body was sweating, desperate for the touch of an Alpha. The two young Alpha’s you hadn’t been able to control yourself from scenting with had done a little to sate the heat hunger burning within you, but as this beast approached you your body burned for him.

Reaching for him your body immediately calmed the moment your hands grasped at his muscled forearms, breathing in his scent as he looked you over. When he spoke his voice was deep but soft;

“Miss, i gotta ask, but what are you?”

“Just an Omega… and i fucked up, my heat started…”

“Then why’d you come in here?”

“It said it was a convent… Nuns are women… i woulda been safe here…”

The man let out a long sigh;

“Oh honey… this wasn’t a convent of Nuns… it was a refuge for Moon Makers” he looked you up and down; “They shouldn’t have put ya on the altar…”

You were confused, you had heard the term Moon Maker before but it was so long ago you couldn’t recall exactly where. It was as if it had been a whisper you’d eavesdropped as a child, of something mothers and aunts had gossiped about with a sense of sordid envy.

Before you could dwell on that thought the storm outside blew wild, the crack of a tree could be heard and as it fell to the ground it let in a stream of moonlight right to where you lay. Bathed in the silver light the tendrils of orange mist started to swirl with vigour, and the Alpha before you let out a groan;

“Sugar, i gotta see the mark…”

He pushed you back as he stood between your legs, his large hands on your thighs as they crept beneath your short summer dress, pushing it up until your panties were visible and the fabric of your dress was bunched around your waist. His nostrils flared as he picked up your scent, the dark patch of wetness between your legs drawing him like a moth to the flame, but instead he hooked his thumb over the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down just a little until he saw your birthmark on your hip.

“The waning crescent…” he muttered

“What’s… huh? Moon Makers… Waning Crescent… I don’t understand” you were struggling to concentrate through the heat cramps, pulling the Alpha closer to you as you’d wrapped your legs around his thighs.

“Moon Makers are a special kind of Omega… the only one’s strong enough to bear the pups of a Were… the waning crescent is the shape of the birthmark they carry… shaped that way as if you breed on a full moon you’ll know if you’re carrying the pups by the time of the next waning crescent… It’s old lore, there hasn’t been a sighting of a Moon Maker for, well, almost twenty five years…”

You pulled him close, not even knowing this beast’s name, but were drawn to him. You hooked your nose beneath his chin, his soft beard rubbing against your face and you could feel him shake with restraint;

“You’re testing big Sy to the limits Sugar…”

“Sy…” you muttered, his name like a syrup on your tongue; “Sy… i’m still an Omega, and i need your help. This heat isn’t going away… i need you, as an Alpha”

Nodding, Sy cradled the back of your head. He knew what he needed to do. He just needed to get you through your heat, long enough to get you back to your home. He also had a secret, one that he’d brushed over many times when his brothers had joked about it, but an injury when he’d been in the army had meant he could no longer sire any pups with an Omega. It was something he and only he knew about, not even confessing this to Walter or August, and it had been safe in that knowledge that he’d been able to concentrate on leading the pack, without the distraction of offspring. Countless Omega’s had warmed his bed, but he’d insisted it was never the right time, not on a full moon, not the right point in their heat. Right now though, he needed to fight off his hind-brain, the part of him that wanted the Were to take over. He didn’t even consider things would be different with a Moon Maker.

He pressed his face to your neck, inhaling deeply against your scent gland, the soft dip in your clavicle, and let your scent wash over him. You were grinding against him, the slick in your panties dousing the front of his old combat pants, the thick cotton straining against his growing erection. His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke;

“Will you let me taste you? Get you ready with my tongue? Sugar… Omega, you want me to eat that pussy?”

“Sy… Alpha, please… I need it. I need you”

You were desperate; desperate for relief, desperate for pleasure. You watched as his massive hands curled around your panties as he gripped the thin cotton before with a low growl he tore the thin fabric to shreds. Licking his lips he fell to his knees between your legs, his face between your thighs as his tongue found heaven. That long thick tongue dove through your folds, lapping at your slick as he eagerly tasted your essence. Your hands fell to his head, the short buzz cut soft beneath your fingertips, but without anything to grip onto you felt lost, unable to anchor yourself. As if sensing your need Sy lifted one hand to yours, curling his fingers between your own as his piercing blue eyes never left yours, all whilst his tongue delved deep into your velvet channel. The more you cried out and wriggled the quicker he fucked you with his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to pleasure before with a final wide swipe of his tongue you came with a scream, calling out to the stars above as white hot pleasure coursed through your body and lifted your soul. Sy eagerly drank down your slick as it gushed from your channel, growling at the taste on his tongue before you finally fell back limp on the altar.

He pressed a kiss to each of your inner thighs before he moved to stand, and you watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, before unbuckling his pants and let them drop to the floor. Toeing off his boots he was standing naked before you, his cock hard and rigid, thick and uncut, the knot at the base already starting to swell. You had been with an Alpha before but never one as big as Sy was, he was almost grotesquely huge, his girth as eye watering as the length. It was an angry red, his skin flushed and he was already dripping with need;

“Omega, I need you as much as you need me, you gonna let me fill that pussy?”

You nodded, and as Sy stepped forwards you saw there was hesitation in his step;

“Sy… what is it?”

“You ever been with a Were Alpha before?”

“A Were?” you shook your head; “But i want to. I need you Sy…”

“Not sure how much longer i can hold back the change, gonna have to be quick”

“I don’t want it to be quick, i want you… all of you”

What you were agreeing to was unheard of usually, very few had ever been with a full Were, let alone a Were Alpha, you knew the pheromones could drive an Omega crazy; “Do what you need to do Alpha”

With a growl Sy pushed you back, his body covering your own as his hands grasped your wrists;

“Hold still Sugar… need to tie you down so you don’t go flying off the altar”

“Altar?! Tie me down?!”

Sy paused, his face inches from your own;

“Say so now and i’ll stop, otherwise you’ll get as you asked and i will ‘do as i need’”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, wide eyed as you watched him pull ceremonial silk ropes from two corners of the altar beneath the blanket, tying your wrists in place. You could see his fight against the change was already starting to wane, his eyes burning like fire as his elongated fingers ran down your torso before grasping at your hips. He knelt between your parted thighs, pulling you up his thighs until his tip was poised at your entrance, dousing the bulbous head with your copious slick. With a growl he pushed forwards, stretching your tight walls as he slowly filled you. The pressure in your belly was intense, a white hot heat surging through your body as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. With your back arched you struggled to let your body adjust to his size, but then you felt the rough brush of the blunt tip of a claw circle your clit, carefully teasing the sensitive pearl from beneath its hood. As the moonlight poured down over your joined bodies you felt Sy start to change, of the Were taking over.

You moved your hips, realising you were now completely stuffed with his thick cock and eager for more, opening your eyes you let out a gasp, he had changed fully. Covered in a thick layer of auburn brown fur, his body was that of a Greek mythical beast. Though his features had changed, you could still see the same eyes that had burned for you just moments before. Shoulders as wide as the altar you were being defiled upon, which continued into enormous arms, thick with muscle as massive hands gripped at your hips as he started to thrust into you. You could both watch as he filled you before pulling out and repeating, his angry red shaft glistening in the moonlight with your slick before he’d plunge deep into you again and again. Each thrust stretched you so well you knew you’d be ruined for any other man, Alpha or not.

The pleasure coursed through your body, coming with a sudden force but the Were between your thighs just fucked you straight through it, now Moon drunk and high on the literal cloud of your scent surrounding the pair of you as you were carnally joined. With his biceps and forearms bulging the beast pulled you onto his thickening shaft repeatedly, his body arched as you were stretched on your tethers, legs bent at his thighs as you felt another orgasm chasing after the last. As your body squeezed him tight he let out a mighty roar, howling at the moon as you all but pushed yourself further onto him, your fragile body a plaything for his pleasure. Through the haze of lust and sin you felt the pad of his thumb move from your hip to brush over your birthmark, your gaze immediately drawn to his fiery eyes and you realised what would happen;

“Alpha, give me your knot, i’m ready”

With a growl the Were fucked into your plyable body harder and harder, pulling you to one final orgasm, and as that crested you felt the push and plug as he filled you, his seed pumping into you as his knot plugged you tight. Your scream echoed around the ancient chapel, and the world turned black.

A loud knocking at the door pulled Tina from her bed, glaring at the apartment as she strode through it, ready to give whoever dared disturb her at this ungodly hour of the morning a piece of her mind, but as she violently opened the door she was stopped in her tracks. In the morning light a hulk of a man stood on the doormat with you - her roommate - sleeping peacefully in his arms;

“Hey… I got her address from her driving licence”

Tina immediately scooped you into her arms, carrying you to the couch;

“Where has she been? Who are you?”

“Syverson… Her car broke down outside our place in the hills. She stayed out the storm with us but was up all night, she’s completely exhausted now”

Tina checked over your pulse and it was calm and steady, pulling at your eyelids which caused you to grumble and bat away her hands before you went back to snoring on the soft couch. Turning back to the giant Alpha currently standing in your doorway she held out her hand, to which Sy gently took it, surprised at how firm her handshake was;

“One of my brothers will bring her car back in the next couple of days if that’s alright? Got a lot on for the next two days”

“Yeah, that’s fine, but if i can take your number so i can check in, i know she drives a heap of crap but it’s still hers”

“Absolutely”

Tina watched as the enormous mountain of man carefully bent down and in neat cursive writing wrote his name and number onto the small notepad on the hallway console table, before ripping it off and handing it to her.

“I’ll… i’ll be going now”

Tina narrowed her gaze;

“You… you didn’t do anything to her, did you?”

Sy turned and met Tina’s glare;

“She spent the night” he turned and paused; “You might want to check her calendar, mentioned her heat is due soon” he let out a sigh before turning back to the doorstep; “Anyway, gotta go, the moon waits for no man…”

Tina watched him go, toying with the piece of paper as his truck pulled away, before she stashed it in her wallet.

A couple of weeks later you were irritable and snapping at anyone that crossed your path. The only thing that had gone right was your car had been returned to your apartment three days after your night in the hills, the suspension fixed, the engine running beautifully. It was like it’d had a complete overhaul by an entire team of mechanics. You weren’t going to question it as it was the one stable thing now in your life. The young guy that had dropped it off had practically thrown your keys into your hands, before sprinting off and climbing into a truck driven by someone that looked so similar he could have been a brother. You vaguely recognised them, but your only clear lingering memory of your time in the hills was Sy. You weren’t even sure how to even find him again, having taken drives through the forest a number of times but never able to find that same route again.

That night you were hungry, pulling a pint of your favourite ice cream from the deep freeze. You stepped outside into the warm summer night to eat it on the pallet wood seating Tina had built on the porch outside your apartment, watching the fireflies float into the air. After a while she joined you, a beer in her hand as she sat down silently. She was your best friend and had helped you through so much, but she’d been very quiet for the past couple of weeks, almost avoiding you.

“Hey Tiny” you used her nickname, one she’d very much grown out of after 5th grade when she’d grown a foot taller than you in the space of the summer break; “Everything ok?”

“Yeah yeah, i’m good… how are you doing? You’ve been… different recently”

You stabbed at the ice cream before setting it aside;

“Haven’t felt that great to be honest. Not sure what’s up, thought my heat was coming a few weeks ago but it seemed to end abruptly after i got back from…”

“Gotcha”

Tina looked up at the sky and you followed her gaze, seeing the thin crescent of the moon;

“Looks kinda like your birthmark, the waning moon…”

She didn’t finish what she was saying as you’d suddenly bolted to the bathroom, your retching clearly audible. With a sigh she rested her elbows on her knees… fuck, what the hell had you gotten yourself into? She’d been able to tell that Syverson was a Were the second she’d opened the door, counting the days back on her fingers she finally realised that you’d been with him the first night of the full moon, when its at its most powerful, and how your heat hadn’t appeared, yet she’d been able to pick up your bonding scent as you’d slept on the couch.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” she muttered to herself, the piece of paper in her wallet almost burning a hole in her pocket. She had sworn to your mother that she’d protect you, that she wouldn’t let you continue the Were bloodlines… but she’d failed. Now she had a decision to make… but first she’d go help you throw up, no doubt there would be another eight months of it to follow, the child within you already growing.

Pulling the paper out she held it between her fingertips as she stood, heading towards the bathroom where you were, you had a phone call make.

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