Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

🐺⚠️ Protecting Her Honor

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Werewolf Reader

WARNING: violence, cannibalism, sexual undertones, sexual language

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Cordelia sat in a chair, waiting in the dark. The moon was full, the light gracing her features. The light remained off, but Cordelia turned her head to the sound of an opening door. "Did you enjoy your stay with your little girlfriend?" Cordelia hissed, her blind eyes focused on Hank. Your ears twitched, laying in the darkness beside Cordelia. "I don't know what you're talking about." Hank grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Bullshit, you know exactly what I'm talking about. How does her pussy feel? Does she milk your inadequate dick?" Cordelia snapped out, your eyes flicking open. "I said enough! I don't know what you're talking about, you're just going crazy from being blind. Let's just go to bed-" Hank reached out, but when he expected to feel a shoulder he received a toothy maw clenched on his hand.

A loud pained yell erupted from Hank, him pulling away. "If you honestly think I'd let you touch me, then you'd be insane." Cordelia's voice was a bitter snarl, but a smile remained on her lips. "I'm not sure if you've met my friend. Meet (Y/N)." Cordelia ran her fingers through your fur, your muscles flexing under the thick fur. You took a step closer to Hank, lifting him by the collar of his shirt. He blinked, gasping in fear as you inhaled his scent. Gleaming sharp teeth so close to his face. A low growl rumbled from your throat, your jaws latching onto his temples within seconds. Biting down, his pained screams was reduced to a pleading gurgle.

You looked over to Cordelia, hearing her huff softly. "Don't worry, he deserved it." You growled, spitting out the skull fragment. "That was a little harsh." Cordelia admitted, facing the dead body. "That's not what you said during the last full moon." You teased, picking up Hank's limp corpse. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."