Things hadn't felt the same for a while, and it wasn't something that anyone could figure out. The days dragged on, and those little joys that seemed to be never-ending just simply stopped. At least that's how it felt for this elf sitting at their desk and typing away. The elf stretched their arms, after noticing how long they had been sitting in 'shrimp mode' and felt a pop in one of their shoulder blades. Music from their headset blared out, bleeding into the atmosphere around them with metal.

The office was a little more peppy than usual, it was always like that whenever someone was throwing a going away party. The elf was excited because that usually meant free food and drinks. It made data entry work a little more fun, thinking about the menu from 'Burly Ogre Beanery'. The idea of a well-done bacon cheeseburger dressed with chipotle honey made their stomach growl a bit.

"Earth to Emil," there was a tap on the elf's shoulder from behind. The smell of thick perfume almost choking the poor thing.

"What?" Emil the elf whipped their head around and felt their heart jump in their throat.

A tall blue naga dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse that strained to contain her own assets looked down at the elf and made a slight hiss noise: "I was asking if you were coming to the going away thing today."

"Uh, yeah!" the elf removed the headphones from their pointy ears and looked down at their feet staring at the tip of their loafers, apologizing a bit for not being able to hear them.

"Hey, she said she's coming!!" the naga yelled at a group of other monster girls that were in a different part of the room. "Looks like everyone here on the floor is coming. I heard that one werewolf is coming too. The one you have a crush on! Is it true you guys went to the same high school?"

Emil shrugged, the werewolf didn’t really look like any of the people they remembered. The naga chuckled and looked back at Emil and told them they would see her at the party. Emil sighed and sunk further into their chair and stared up at the ceiling, bright violet eyes looking at the little imperfections of the patchwork from the last roof leak. There was always some kind of issue, it was just one of the things that Emil had to ignore.

Despite it all Emil made it through the last stretch of work and it was time to clock-out at 5pm. The short haired elf walked back to the dressing room and killed time waiting for the other women to leave before undressing in front of their designated locker. It was like shedding a second skin, pulling off the white blouse and the black pants, removing the company nametag and the green sweater vest that came with it. Kicking off the loafers was the best part, stuffing it all into a compartment inside their backpack. They pulled out their eyeglasses case too.

Still the clothes did accentuate certain features Emil had, like their hips and just over all small frame. They were a short woodland elf, trademark brown skin and bright eyes, but they lacked the height and perfect sight. It was always a pain taking out the contacts, and Emil wondered why they even bothered in the first place. They were never really 'elf' enough, but it didn't stop them from trying at least within the office. Emil loved their thick framed rectangular glasses, it suited them better.

Emil took out their contacts and put them safely in their container after rummaging for them inside their backpack. The changing room was finally quiet and the elf could enjoy the silence for a while till security did their rounds. Emil pulled out a pair of ripped black jeans, a baggy grey t-shirt and a tight look sports bra of some kind. It flattened their breasts a bit in a way they liked and the baggy clothes helped to hide any feminine curves. A simple little whisper of elvish words broke the illusion magic that hid their tattoos. Thick black bands and lines ran down their arms and little dots like constellations decorated around their wrists with two thick bands around their middle finger, almost like wearing rings. If Emil had taken off their shirt, someone could see that the black ink covered the eternity of their neck and down to their collarbone, connecting to the shoulders.

It was an elvish tradition, if someone passed their weapon mastery exam back in the old days, or nowadays reached their mark of adulthood, then they were marked with tattoos. It was one of the very things that Emil loved about themselves.

Emil wasn’t passing up the opportunity to show off their hard work. They looked at the mirror inside the locker and teased their short white hair more, letting the natural waves and curls fall forward on to their face. Shaved short sides and back, longer parts on the top that fell down into a more tomboyish look. It suited Emil just fine. Adding to it were the little accents of silver from their earrings, small silver swords as pendants. Sadly they couldn’t cut anything, they were mostly just for show. A black beanie to complete and look and Emil was finally ready to go, only after remembering that they weren’t wearing sneakers.

Backpack in hands and their wallet tucked inside their packet, they were ready to go.

Emil finally stepped out of the building and looked around for a moment. There was a motorcycle in the lot they didn’t recognize. And the person sitting there on their bike kept staring at them, it was enough to make the elf blush. Whoever that human was, Emil noticed that the biker looked beautiful, or pretty? It was hard to make out the features. It blurred nicely and the elf felt butterflies tickle their stomach for a moment. The pretty handsome biker drove off out of the lot and Emil was standing there with some confused feelings before heading to the going away party venue.

Emil waited outside for a moment, waiting to get carded before heading inside. Past the security the assault of loud music and food flooded the elf’s senses. Humans and monsters mingled together, all sort of shapes and sizes. Bodies crowded the bottom floor as Emil struggled to get to the second floor.

“There you are!” a voice came from behind as an arm wrapped around Emil’s shoulder and pulled the elf closer to them. “I saved you a spot upstairs.”

Emil looked up and blushed, it was the biker again. “U-Uh… d-do I know you?”

“Very funny Emi,” the elf recognized the nickname, but the face just wasn’t matching up until they spoke again, the realization came crashing down. “It’s me, the cute werewolf? Kathy was practically shouting it today in the office. You really shouldn’t let her tease you like that by the way…”

Emil’s head was spinning. Was this really the same werewolf from work? How did they forget someone like that back in high school?

What would a night of drinking do between a werewolf and an elf? A one night stand or a slow-burn romance. Two outcasts during high school finally coming out in their adult years and pouring their hearts out in an alcohol fueled confession.

Hey everyone. This one is a little less… sexually charged? I really liked the romcom thing of the crush dressing very different outside of work/school settings and the idea of the two leads dressing in opposite fashion kind of popped up. I’m looking for someone to be Emil’s partner/opposite. Maybe he’s a werewolf that's more of an androgynous dresser and wears makeup, or he’s the kind of guy that rocks piercings and tattoos (I guess like a hot goth?).

Emil is around 30, but still doesn’t look a day over 20. Body wise they’re around 5’5 with a petite frame, B cup breasts that they bind outside of work (they like wearing sports bras), and thin; but it always surprises people to see Emil wearing shorts and noticing their tiny waist and cute butt. They have hips that are always as wide as their shoulders. Hair wise it’s a very androgynous look, shaved sides and back with messy white waves and curls at the top that spill down past their ears. They have bright violet eyes and wear contacts or thick glasses depending on where they are.
The way their tattoos are, they have the constellation of Sirus on their wrists and two ring bands that wrap all the way around the base of their middle fingers. Their neck is covered in black ink, reaching to the nape of the neck and extends down to their collarbones and outward to their shoulders. On their arms there are thick bands that wrap around the upper arms and a single thick lines that covers the tops of the forearm with little elvish words inside the softer parts of the forearm. Emil likes to dress for comfort most of the time, even if it’s in a more manly/boyish fashion. Baggy pants and shorts, baggy shirts, or sometimes wearing a collared shirt with rolled up sleeves and tight black pants and leather boots. They really like wearing leather jackets too. The very few chances they wear girly clothes depends, but they love wearing lace lingerie underneath all of it if the occasion arises.
Underneath the hard looking exterior, Emil loves cute stuff like plushies and animals, just overall the kawaii stuff. Their lock screen on their phone is of a cute illustrated rabbit eating a strawberry.
Emil’s a very laidback tomboy, who secretly likes being called a good girl/boy in bed.

Generally I write around 6-8 paragraphs, so anyone that is okay with that is fine. It depends on the content usually. The more descriptive someone can be, the better.

Please note: 3rd person *only and please send me your character description (otherwise I won't respond). Ask questions and stuff too! I like collaborating.

Reddit PMs only.

Sex during the werewolf form is also a requirement. It doesn’t have to happen all the time but I do like it.

Also I don't mind OOC stuff, I like getting to know my writing buddy.

Would you prefer that I keep Emil's pov as she/her or they/them? I mostly write enby characters nowadays but I'm okay with writing a female character.

Likes
sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, anthro, werewolf, monster men, angst, breeding (without the pregnancy), dirty talk, tit-fucking, aftercare, light spanking/biting/choking, facials (receiving), face-ridding, clothed sex

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:
pain, gore, vore, feet, bathroom things, blood, anal