I Lycan You a Lot

[Vintagedarling]

I Lycan You A Lot

 

I dunno— silly title— silly monster boyfriend fluff- mostly wrote it to get the scenario down and out of my noodle— spoiler: only one sneeze — 

 

 

Alma huddled in the tub, curtain drawn in a frivolous attempt to keep as hidden from the monster on the other side of the locked bathroom door as she could. Nearly jumping out of her skin when there was a knock. 

 

“Alma, please let me in.”

Kincaid’s tone was one he used to beg her for another ‘one more bite’ of whatever she was eating. 

 

“Ha!” Alma breathed out on the brink of a psychotic break. “You want me to let you in? After—After what you showed me?!!” 

 

“It’s not like I DIDN’T warn you!! But OOOOH NOOOOO, you just HAD to see— I just HAD to ‘prove it!’“

 

Sliding the shower curtain out of the way, Alma stormed out of the tub to stand in front of the bathroom door. A looming shadow from the other side, visible on the ground where the door didn’t touch the floor. “Are you seriously trying to blame me for THIS?!” She screeched. 

 

“Well you’re the one who thought I was lying!” Kincaid shouted back from the other side of the door. 

 

Alma’s incredulous mouth snapped shut as she thought about that. “No. No, you... aren’t...” Her wide eyes shot down as she heard sniffing coming from the crack. Instinct making her take a step back. “But... you’re a werewolf...” She laughed a bit hysterically. “The second I open that door... you’re going to eat me.” 

 

“Alma, we’ve been together for three years,” Kincaid said tiredly. 

 

“What does that have anything to do—“

 

“AAAAAnd, if you’d let me finish? I’ve been a werewolf for 27 years. And not once have I ever attacked you. Or bitten you... unless you’ve asked me nicely,” Kincaid hummed. 

 

A blush reddened her cheeks as heat shot down south to warm her belly. The sound of more sniffing turned that warmth into magma. 

 

“And you’ve seen waaaay too many B-rated Creature Features.” He added sarcastically.

 

“Oh? So you’re not sniffing me... my-my scent?” Alma called back with an arched brow. 

 

“Just breathing... Like normal,” Kincaid said reasonably.

 

“Well I still don’t want to let you in here with me.”

 

“That’s... fine.” Kincaid said calmly. 

 

The sound of claws tapping on wood had Alma wondering if Kincaid was tapping his foot on the floor in irritation or his hand, paw? On the wall in thought. Probably irritation. 

 

“How about we switch, you come out here and I’ll go into the bathroom?” 

 

“Why would I do that?” 

 

“Because you’ve locked yourself in the ONLY bathroom in this apartment and I’ve got to go!” 

 

“You’re part mons—animal— just go outside...”

 

Kincaid’s ears flattened with hurt. “And scare poor senile Mrs. Roth again? I think if she saw me again I’d really scare her to death.“

 

That comment brought back the memory of her crotchety old neighbor who had a stroke 3 years prior. Just after she and Kincaid had met and started going out. “You’re the ‘hooligan dressed up as a gorilla’?” 

 

“Her eyesight is terrible and you know it.” Kincaid shrugged. “Maybe if there had been better lighting she’d have seen more of a wolf then a humanoid primate. But alas that was not fate.” 

 

“Why were you outside my apartment complex... Like... Like you are?” 

 

“Well...” Kincaid chuckled. “I had to go... much like I do NOW. And I didn’t want anyone else coming around here to flirt with you—“

 

“You marked my apartment as your territory?!!” Alma exclaimed incredulously. Unlocking the knob, she wrenched the door open. 

A seven foot bipedal wolf stood before her, engulfing the doorway. Noting that short, wiry fur coated her muscled, beastly boyfriend as she scurried passed. 

 

Kincaid watched as Alma slipped by him without touching a single hair. His forehead crinkled with hurt as this was the first time she’d gone by without some sort of caress. But those had all been touches while in his human form. With a snuff through his snout he closed the bathroom door behind him to do his business. 

 

The sound of a steady stream snapped Alma out of the trance she’d slipped into at seeing the Hollywood monster. She looked to the front door. She could run, but where would she go? This was her apartment.

At the sound of flushing, she locked her knees, determined to stay right where she was and not run. Like she wanted to do.

Badly.

And faced the bathroom again just as the door opened.

“Did you wash your hands?”

 

“Uh—“

 

“Kincaid get back in there and wash your h-aaaa—“ eyes casting down to the long crooked fingers and several inch long nails. “...Claws.” Alma commanded as she pointed to the sink.

 

Careful not to move fast, Kincaid stepped back into the bathroom and washed, lathered, and rinsed his pawed hands in the sink, and finally drying them off carefully in the teeny tiny hand towel. Being extra careful to not tear into the fabric and scare his girlfriend who was doing her darnedest to be brave. His heart thundered in his chest as adoration filled him. The next feeling to consume him was possessiveness. Making him lick his lips. 

Alma was his.

And his only.

 

Fear turned Alma cold. Her hands, cupped submissively in front of her, were icy in one another. The look Kincaid was giving her she could only describe as hunger. And with that the step she took back and away from him was involuntary. 

 

Kincaid’s ears flattened back as the acrid smell of fear wafted off Alma tenfold. He did that. He was the one scaring her. Squatting down, slowly as to not frighten her anymore, to rest on all fours, Kincaid let out a whimper as he wagged his tail. Trying to look as harmless as possible. 

 

The high pitched whine coming from her monster boyfriend grabbed onto Alma’s heartstrings and yanked.

“Awwwwwww!!” She crooned. Walking carefully up to the long snout, running her hands along it’s length until she latched onto the sides of his head.

“Who’s a good boy?” She beamed cheerily.

 

Kincaid rolled his eyes. 

 

“You are!” Alma continued not dissuaded by his eye roll. “Yes you are!!” She singed with a giggle, confidence beginning to fill her. 

 

Kincaid’s tongue lolled out as Alma began scratching under his chin. Wanting to enforce this growing trust Alma was displaying, Kincaid laid down and turned over, exposing his belly to her. 

 

Alma laughed as she turned her sights and fingers on the wolf-man’s abdomen, scratching through the soft fur of his underside. 

 

Kincaid laughed with her, as he enjoyed the scratches. Craning his head to look at Alma so he could see her beautiful smile, Kincaid felt the sudden tsunami of mucus shift down his snout.

Lips curling back, massive nostrils already flaring as wide as possible.

“HeHhH!!—FSSHHHHHIEEESHHHHtTTTT!!” 

 

Alma jumped and fell back with a yelp at the sudden sound and spray of wetness.

 

Kincaid sniffled and wagged his tail as he looked innocently to his girlfriend. 

 

“Bless you!” Alma sighed as she covered her right hand over the top of Kincaid’s nose. Giving the wet tip an affectionate rub. 

 

[SneezyHolmes]

Cute! I'm a sucker for big, 'ol werewolves!