What about Shapeshifter!Jake Jensen? He can literally turn into any animal he wants to and when you end up in the cabin in the most secluded part of the woods he's constantly on the porch or in the yard as a different "injured" animal? You're not afraid because you've worked in your town's local rescue shelter since high school. One night when you're caring for one of Jake's animal forms he turns back human scaring the shit out of you.
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Shape Shifter Jake Jensen/Human Reader
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This is not how you saw yourself spending the winter. Your friend flaked out on you at the last minute to spend a few days at the cabin with you and now a freak snow storm had come in, you were not going anywhere for weeks if not months. You’re very thankful you had done a town run a few times and stocked up heavily like the good girl scout you once had been.
A few days in, you find it’s not so bad, everything works, the power stays on, but you have a wood burning stove if need be, the hot water works good enough, you find you like this, there’s no work, no stress over paying bills or fending off people hitting on you, it’s just you and a cabin full of books, dvd’s and music.
A week in, the snow is down enough for you to shovel a path around the front yard, you shovel off the porch and get the snow off of the porch swing, beer in hand, you finally sit down in it and relax, warming up a bit, everything white and pretty.
One day when you’re sitting outside very bundled up under blankets and a thick coat, a poor little hedgehog tries to walk down your shoveled path in the snow, you frown seeing it, you frown more when you see it limping.
You put down your book as it comes onto the porch and looks at you, very gently you bend down and pick it up. It’s wild but acts so calm, it lets you look at his little hurt leg and you end up inside to see if you can do anything.
Your years and years of animal care finally coming in to help an animal again.
The little guy stays for a few days, you feed him fruits and veggies, he needs bugs too but you of course don’t have those for him, he doesn’t seem to mind. You’re a bit bummed when he finally leaves one day, but you’re happy knowing you helped an animal in need.
A few days later a poor little red fox comes to you with a bent looking tail, you coo softly, he, oddly like the hedgehog holds no fear towards you, it’s weird, you know it’s weird, but the little girl in you loves it. He follows you into the cabin and then curls up on the couch whining and nosing at his tail.
Getting a good look at it, feeling around, seems like it’s not broken, he’s all too happy to eat what you give him too. He stays for a few days before you watch him trot out of the place. You do wonder if this is just one big dream, but in the end you just shrug and go start dinner.
It keeps happening is the thing, the hedgehog, then the fox, then a fucking wolf, who acts more like a dog then anything, with a thorn in his paw, then a…..well…..you know you have to be dreaming now, tigers did not live in this state, the tiger climbs in through a window you could have sworn you closed and lays down in front of the fire. Nothing seems to be wrong with this one though.
You simply…...blink and go back to bed….maybe you were sleepwalking and dreaming.
You yawn the next morning, you’ve been in this cabin for weeks now, the snow seems to have gotten worse during the night, but you don’t stress because you have food and heat, when you left to come up here for a little vacation, you had been inbetween jobs so no one would miss you job wise, and your family…..yeah, besides a few friends here and there, you had no family.
You lick your lips and then remember the fucking tigar in your house, you scoff to yourself, that had to be a dream and sure enough, when you get down stairs, there’s no animal, “I knew it, seeing shit after all the real animals needed my help.” you roll your eyes at yourself before starting breakfast.
It had been fun, taking care of them, and sure they acted out of character but, animals did that sometimes when in need. You hum getting out your skillets, then you get out some bacon, it’s only once it’s cooking, that someone startles the shit out of you, “That smells so good, I’m starving.”
Of course anything else he said is lost in you screaming and turning around wide eyed at the….man in your kitchen, you don’t even hesitate, you grab the skillet and throw it at him, bacon and grease flying everywhere but at him.
He jumps back with his hands raised though, “Whoa whoa, I’m not going to hurt you.”
You growl grabbing an empty skillet this time, a nice cast iron one and hold it out at him, “Why are you in my house?”
“The….snow, it’s too deep.”
“And why are you out in the snow instead of in your home?”
“I…..I live in the woods.”
Oh god, he was some crazy woods dude, “Listen pal, you need to leave, you try and hurt me, I’ll hurt you back.” you growl, your heart racing, fear a very real thing.
His eyes turn hurt at that, “I would never.” he breathes out like you just insulted him or something, “I would never harm you, I like you, you’ve been very kind to me.”
When he backs up into the livingroom, hands still up in the air, you follow, you refuse to look down from his face noticing now that he’s fucking naked, “I don’t know you.”
His smile is soft when he says, “But you do, the hedgehog, the fox, the wolf and tiger? That’s me.” he smiles brightly and you….. “Ok so you’re nuts.” you mumble at him, you wonder if you can find a way to shove him outside and keep him out.
“If I was nuts how did I know what the animals were?” he calmly says.
“By, I don’t know, spying on me this whole time?” you growl.
His sigh is deep and you want him gone, you start charging him and his eyes widen running from you as you chase him around the couch, you swing at him and keep missing, all the while he yells for you to calm down and listen to him.
You scream and drop the skillet when he suddenly…..he vanishes and a bird takes his spot before flying up into a safe corner of the room and watching you, almost sadly. You start laughing almost hysterically as you watch the bird, “I’m dreaming, this….is all one long dream.” you mumble to yourself, stumbling back onto the sofa and simply…...staring at the bird and he stares back.
Your stomach demands you eat of course, so a full hour later you finally relent and get up, grabbing your skillets and going back to the kitchen. You don’t know what to think, but…..you know you are starving and need some food in you before you can think more clearly on this right now, you turn to look over your shoulder, “Well? If you’re gonna be in my house, you can at least help me.” you try to sound firm, but...who are you kidding, you are still unnerved, but, your childlike wonder wants to know more at the same time.
You don’t turn away when he flies down and then just….shifts before your eyes, you swallow thickly, “Go put some pants on, not talking to you naked.” you mumble turning back around.
His soft laugh trails down the hall as he goes to find something that will actually fit him.
Later, once both of you are sitting down at your dining table, only then do you speak again, thus far he has been happy to work in silence, same as you, “I don’t know if I should be offended or not that my pants fit you.” you mumble, taking a sip of your coffee watching him, bare chested and scarving down the food like he was starving.
He looks up at you, fork half way to his mouth, before smiling slightly and finishing his bite of food. Putting down his fork, he eyes you softly, “It’s sleep pants and they just barely fit.”
You huff but don’t argue, you had seen how they just barely fit, his ass was ridiculous, his soft little smile turns into a little smirk, “I saw you checking out my butt.” he blushes and looks back down at his food, tearing the rest of the pancake up with his fingers and eating what’s left.
You blush like mad, looking away from him, sipping your coffee, “Not my fault you’re good looking, I have eyes and you’re in my house.”
You miss his little pleased look at this information as you both sit in comfortable silence.
The snow storm has buried you inside now, and Jake, as you’ve come to learn his name, is stuck with you for awhile. Sometimes he shifts, sometimes into the form of a puppy which makes it impossible not to snuggle him, or he’ll shift into a kitten, or your favorite favorite if you’re being honest, is the hedgehog.
You learn he’s a shapeshifter, and there are more of his kind, they are just shy and stay away from people. He tells you about some cousins he has up north, five other shapeshifters that he stays with sometimes.
But when he saw you weeks back, he wanted to get to know you more, though you think it’s cheating doing it the way he did, still, it’s a wild story and if you didn’t see him change everyday in front of your eyes, you would think you were going crazy.
He’s quiet is the thing, much like you, not much has to be spoken, he’s kind and sweet, funny and silly, the longer he stays with you, some two weeks later, he’s grown on you, he’s a comfort and joy to have around.
The power goes out a few days later, too much snow. The wood burning stove finally comes in handy, it heats a small part of the cabin and you can cook on top of it. Franks and beans it is for awhile.
At night, he snuggles up with you as a cute little puppy, his closeness a comfort, even in his animal form. You pull the blanket over the both of you and for a few hours sleep finds you easily.
A winter storm wakes you hours later, it startles you, but gentle arms hold you carefully and warm hands rub over your back soothingly, “It’s just thunder.” he whispers, voice rough from sleep.
At some point he must have shifted back to his human self, this would be the first time that’s happened in bed, as your heart rate starts to relax from the storm startle, now it starts to beat faster because your bodies are very entwined you find, legs curled into his, you can feel all of him, and he can feel all of you because your little sleep shirt doesn’t cover you much.
You swallow thickly and finally lift your head from under his chin and gaze up at him, his gaze is already on you, when lightning goes across the sky outside, it lights up the room, and his eyes are so blue and watching you so tenderly, but there’s a hunger there too. Your lips part when you lift your hand to run your thumb over his bottom lip, “Jake….” you breathe out in a whisper.
When he dips his head down and presses his soft lips to your own, you let him, when his hands pull you more firmly against his body.
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When he finally slides into you on your sides like this, when he starts fucking you slow and deep, and kissing you like something treasured, you allow that most of all.
