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undercoveravenger · 6 months

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The Haunted House

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader:

Requested: Yes

Request: “getting dared to go into the shrieking shack on Halloween (wow, a full moon on Halloween? How weird...) and finding a big scary werewolf waiting for you. Except he's really not all that scary, he just won't let you leave because Remus really likes you and his wolf form can't quite say that, just wants to keep you there.”

A/N: This is post number 4 for the 2023 Spooky Month event. Y’alls trick or treat is coming next Tuesday, October 31st. Hope you’re ready.

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The Shrieking Shack had well earned its name throughout the years you’d been at Hogwarts, with guttural screams and groans echoing from it each month around the time of the full moon. You’d heard dozens of different stories- ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists like Peeves. Someone from your Transfiguration class even thought it was some long-abandoned merfolk in a tank that’d grown too small.

Whatever it was though, you were going to find out. The lot of you had had to sneak out of your commonrooms and were nearly caught by patrolling professors or prefects a couple times, but now here you are with your friends crowding around behind you clamoring encouragingly, you stand just past the fence separating the Shrieking Shack from the rest of Hogsmeade. The full moon looms ominously just over the ramshackle eaves of the decrepit building, providing just enough light for you to pick your way through the snowy yard and up to the front door.

A mumbled spell is enough to break away the locks and rotting boards holding the door closed and you’re able to force it open the rest of the way with a forceful shove. You only allow yourself one fleeting glance over your shoulder at your friends before making your way into the house and closing the door behind you, resolved to completing your friends’ dare and staying the night in the haunted house.

The floorboards creak with every step you take, wavering slightly under your shoes as your weight puts pressure on long-damaged planks as you make your way deeper into the house, each room revealing deep gashes carved into the walls and floors. Tattered strips of fabric from what might have been blankets or clothes are strewn about, stained a dark rust color in places from what you can only assume is blood. Some rooms even have shards of what would have once been furniture, a splintered chunk of wood that may have once been the arm of a couch tossed thoughtlessly against one wall of a ruined living room and the stuffing from a gutted chair cushion decorating an old bedroom, but no matter how many torn apart rooms you explore, you aren’t been able to find the source of the screams.

It finds you.

You’d wandered into what you think was once-upon-a-time a study, an ancient oak desk sitting on two broken legs in the middle of the room and its chair upturned nearby. The contents of the desk had proven uninteresting by the time you’d dug through the second desk drawer and you’ve gotten to the point of boredom that you’re considering just leaving altogether when you see it standing in the doorway. You’re not sure how long it had been watching you, but it stands, still as a shadow, with pitch dark eyes locked squarely on you.

You can see the beast’s raised hackles over the top of its head, lowered so it can fix you with a brutal stare, and a growl so low it rumbles through you like thunder fills the room as it takes a looming step closer. As it creeps forward, a brush of moonlight from the cracked window pane behind you catches it, giving you just enough light to make out further details of the creature.

At first glance, you might’ve thought it was just a wolf, but the longer you look the more your situation begins to sink in. The creature before you was nearly double the size of any wolf you’d ever heard of, back easily brushing the doorknob as it stalks into the room. Its legs are long and its paws splay when it walks like they’re not quite right, but the real telling point are its eyes. It doesn’t look away from you as it approaches, not even for a second, weaving through discarded furniture and debris like it was second nature until it stands just on the other side of the desk from you. It doesn’t look like it’s questioning whether you’re a threat like any other wild animal would, and the growl has started to subside now that it’s gotten a good look at you. The look in its eyes, while certainly somewhat wild, is too human to be anything else.

You’re not quite sure what to do at this point, not with a massive werewolf between you and the door, but being in a werewolf’s den during the full moon certainly can’t be a good idea. With that in mind you begin to move, edging slowly around the corner of the desk in order to not spook the wolf, already surprised by its calm demeanor and unwilling to test its good graces. The wolf allows you to pass by it and slip from the room, though you can hear the heavy footfalls of its paws as it follows you. You move back toward the front door, intent on leaving the same way you’d come, but you’re stopped by the massive wolf letting out another thunderous growl and shoving its way between you and the door. It bullies you on with more furious growls and pointed nips to your heels and hands, further into the house and up a narrow back staircase into a near demolished bedroom.

You obey when it gives you a pointed glare, settling down against the wall opposite the door. A satisfied huff escapes the wolf and it pads after you, flopping carelessly down to lay beside you and resting its large head heavily on your lap. The reason behind the werewolf’s behavior was confusing, certainly, but werewolves had been known to be territorial and prone to violence from what you’d heard, so if sitting here for a few hours while you waited for the wolf to shift back meant it’d keep you safe, then that was a small price to pay.

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It’s not the watery morning light that wakes you, but the shift against you. The aching, tortured gasp of pain that escapes as the person curled against you moves. The sound has you on high alert straightening against your back’s own cry of pain from sleeping sitting up all night, eyes blinking open blearily and finding the now-human werewolf trying to shift away from you.

It takes you a moment to recognize him without his signature posse of idiots and the bright red Gryffindor robes, but you are able to place the jagged pink scars across his face and his curly brown hair from some of your shared classes - Remus Lupin.

“Remus?” His name escapes you before you can stop yourself from speaking and you can see the way the tension takes root in him, joints and muscles coiling under his skin like he was preparing himself to run from some threat.

He seems to have to force himself to settle before he can speak, dark chocolate eyes examining you thoroughly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? When I was-” He cuts himself off with a clear of his throat, eyes dropping back to his lap. He must’ve managed to track down his clothes from before he’d shifted since he was using them to cover himself. “I can’t really remember anything when I’m… like that.”

“No,” you say, and you can see the relief wash over him, tension easing in his shoulders and he no longer looks like he is going to accidentally shred his jumper. “No, you, uh, well you brought me here and then decided it was a proper time for a cuddle apparently.” You try to force a laugh, though the situation is certainly still awkward, “I thought that werewolves were s’posed to be scary, y’know? Think you’re just a were-lapdog instead?”

A startled laugh slips out of Remus and he looks almost as stunned by it as by your words, “I- I don’t know. This is kind of a new reaction? I’m, uh, I’m usually not so nice when I’m not myself.”

“Huh,” you say, more curious than ever about the wolf’s odd behavior, “I wonder why you were acting like that then? It didn’t really seem to be aggression, even when you growled at me - more like herding behavior like my uncle’s collie.”

Remus flushes at that. This close you can see the dozens of tiny freckles that scattered over his cheeks and down his jaw and neck. “I… have a theory,” he says quietly, like he almost can’t bring himself to say it. His gaze drops back to the bundle of cloth in your hands and you almost wonder if he would’ve tried to sneak out before you had woken up. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. “I think it’s some sort of passively shared consciousness? I can’t really connect to it at all, but maybe it can get a sense of my feelings? Like if I strongly disliked someone, it would probably act accordingly, and if I liked someone…” Remus trails off at that, flushing impossibly redder.

An amused little snort escapes you then and you lean forward, supporting yourself with your arms as you push yourself into his field of vision. “Is this you saying you like me, Remus?” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you at the way you can already see him scrambling for a response, but you lean forward to press a light kiss to his cheek before he can find the words. “Cute,” you say, grinning as you watch the realization hit him. “Sit with me at breakfast?”

He nods slowly as he wraps his mind around your words, eventually letting you help him to his feet and back into his clothes. The two of you eventually make your way back to Hogwarts through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow that he shows you, taking breaks when he needs them and trading banter and kisses all the way.

And while your friends were curious about the shy Gryffindor sitting beside you at breakfast with his hand curled tight with yours, none of them questioned what really happened to you during your night in the haunted house.

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cookie-crumblr · 28 days

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The Smell of Smoke

F!Reader x OC

Part 9~

His Info: 🐺🍒

Part 1 — Part 8, Part 9 Epilogue.

(parts 1 - 8 is a different ML)

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, married reader, reader has ptsd, therapy, werewolf, size kink/difference, reader in a dress, bloody meat eating(not by reader), comfort for all the past hurt, protected sex, sweet tbh, lovey dovey, p in v, fingering, squirting,

It’s been a few years… Well five to be exact.

You still haven’t been able to have sex in a while, but your partner doesn’t push you.

In fact he doesn’t even ask.

He just wants you to be happy and he knows when you’re ready you’ll come to him.

He’s comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with him.

You both live in a cozy little stone cottage with a fireplace in the middle of a spruce forest. It’s perfect, everything you needed after everything you went through.

You also, thankfully, have internet, and are able to attend weekly meetings with a therapist, and monthly meetings with a psychiatrist.

Ever since what happened you’ve hardly been the same person, but you’ve been filling your hollowed shell back up slowly with things you can enjoy, and Ace helps you every step of the way.

And After his brother died he didn’t chase you down, he was just there for you, and you were there for him.

It happened as naturally as the rivers rush to ocean. As caterpillars morph into butterflies.

And you’ve always trusted him, even when it was all going down.

He doesn’t even mind in the slightest that you spend your nights reading smut about abusive partners to cope with what you delt with. Even though it worried him at first, he thought that you might try and go seek it out. He knows now it’s just a safe mechanism to help your brain feel less traumatized by what happened in the past.

Your life is peaceful.

Today’s your marriage’s anniversary!

Ace is walking you through the woods, a picnic basket on one arm, and you on the other. The trees smell so amazing…

He even offered to carry you, but you just giggled back at him, and walked ahead until you realized he’s leading the way and had to return to his side.

His muscles are even bigger now, he chops firewood for you both all year long to stock up so he doesn’t have to as much in the winter. And in the winter he has a weight lifting set in your shed with a space heater.

He takes his morning runs, and his monthly transition is one of the easiest things you’ve had to “deal” with, as he calls it. He turns into a big humanoid puppy, it’s too good to be true, and you wouldn’t believe it yourself if your didn’t get to cuddle a massive and super warm, super fluffy werewolf every month.

You don’t need the fireplace or even blankets on those nights, his massive body keeps you toasty.

“We’re almost there,” He sighs happily, his big warm hand covering yours to were your fingers look just so tiny it’s almost funny to you.

“I can’t wait! I um… Have a surprise for you too, hah,” You laugh trying not to sound nervous.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Y/nick/N! I just love you!”

“Well i did anyway!” You stick your tongue out at him defiantly.

“Hah! well okay then, I’m not about to turn down anything from you!” His beaming smile is contagious and you breathe in the fresh, nature scented air.

He leads you to a gorgeous clearing not too far from your home with a lake and a waterfall… He put up fairy lights, and it looks like the cleaning is sparkling! It’s beautiful, like actual little fairies dancing between the branches all around.

“Woah!” You pull away from him to run ahead, and do a spin. Your dress flows out as you do.

The grass is so soft here, and the setting sun kisses your skin through the branches.

You deserve this life.

This nice, peaceful, perfect life.

With a partner that actually loves and cares for you.

Speaking of, You turn back to see him gazing in utter awe at you. His head tilted to one side like an innocent puppy with his ears perked up waiting for a treat.

And you have one for him… After food of course.

“Come, let’s eat! I made your favorites,” He learned your favorite foods and learned how to make them for you, all those bad days of panic attacks and flashbacks made better with a yummy treat. Sure it didn’t fix them, but he cares and that’s what helped the most. His actions show nothing but care and love and patience with you.

Your meal is amazing, he’s cooked it to perfection. His is an extra rare steak and some grilled asparagus. You always know what he’s gonna pick to eat too, something bloody with a side of homegrown dark greens.

He built you a green house and raised flower beds, so most of your food you get to grow yourself, he hunts for the rest.

You’re both relaxing with content bellies when you look from the stars to him, and down to your hand in his.

“Ace, I want you…” you tell him in earnest.

“A-are you sur— No, right! Of course you are… Please tell me the second you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be upset!” he stammers a little, while messing with his fluffy pink mop.

In your purse you brought lube and a condom, and you show him with a hot face.

His smile is dorky and cute, if his tail was out it’d be wagging, he can’t help his excitement, and his aura’s vibrations in the air seep into your body.

You smile your own cute dorky smile back up at him.

He gently takes your hand and leads you down into the grass, laying you on your back. The ground hugs you, and feels just like a comfy cushion all around. The weeds tickle your arms and legs adding to your overall giddiness.

he puts the condom in between his lips while he takes off his shirt over top of you.

He keeps looking at you with big round pink puppy dog eyes, making sure you’re still alright.

His rough hands that are oh so soft against your skin, travel from your calves to your thighs, around your sides up to your collar bones and down your arms. He’s worshiping every inch of you.

You join him and start to feel up his muscles, his rock hard chest, to his washboard abs, back up to his shoulders and down his huge arms and into his hands.

“C-can we hold hands…” You ask looking away bashfully.

a tear forms in the corner of his eye, “You’re so precious, Y/N” he blinks it away with an honest and heartfelt laugh. “I have to… Put this on first” His dorky smile comes right back and you let go, your hands in little nervous fists up on either side of your chest. “Hey it’s okay, I’m here, You’re okay,” He coos, and gently finds your hands again.

“May i?” He asks, and you nod your head. His hand glides over your skin again, pulling your dress up over your waist, and exposing your lower half. He pulls down your panties and lets out a shaky sigh, admiring your body.

His lust is palpable, and you’re feeling the heat too. You have been for a while, you just still felt so scared. Everytime you’d think about it and you’d be unable to breathe or function for days. Not to mention the night terrors that had you waking up punching Ace, not knowing it was him and not Ezra.

But it’s been long enough and you want to be fully free and happy, without the past weighing you down anymore. You were finally getting better.

Healing.

He presses a couple fingers to your slit, “I-is this still okay?”

“Y-yes!” You quietly gasp your response, not fully expecting his touch that time. His hands are so hot, and so, so big, and calloused. You feel every bump, as he starts to slowly spread your lips, and get your slick before coming up to your clit for a quick spin. He remembers the lube and puts some on his fingers, “I’m, gonna open you up.” He tells you both.

Even though he’s a little awkward, his directness is turning you on more, and soon he makes contact to your skin with the cool jelly. Goosebumps raise over your flesh and he squeezes your hand with his own. His other presses into you, at first you yelp but hold his hand there so he can’t pull away.

Seeing you holding his arm, he pushes his fingers deeper in. your back arches with them and you squeeze his other hand, bringing it closer to you, you kiss his thumb in a loving gesture.

He could seriously cry right now. But he has to do this for you. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, than to make up for everything he let his brother get away with, with you. He doesn’t think he ever could, he knows he can’t. He isn’t delusional.

He curls them inside you, and finds a spot that makes you mewl and stays there, massaging it with his thumb and two fingers in a big soft circular motion.

You’re sighing it feels so nice, like an actual massage, as if this isn’t even sexual he makes you feel pure.

“I think… I’m ready,” You gasp, and hold his forearm now with both hands trying to pull him away and the second you tug he follows your lead.

“I love you,” He kisses your head, and lines himself up with you, he makes sure he’s holding your hand in one of his, he puts it up over your head against the grass. so he can hover over you. eyes level with your own.

“I love you—Tooo,” you let out a high pitched sigh as he pops his spongey tip into you and rolls a little. “Haaah ahhh” Again he massages that one spot this time with his hot cock, and it’s driving you mad! you can’t help but want to be fucked now. “Please A-Ace! F-fuck me!”

Your words almost awaken his beast but he has to keep that locked away. Not right now, maybe in the future, but not right now. He starts a slow pace, but it still isn’t enough for you.

“Ha-harder! please! Or faster! o-or both!”

He listens and jostles your whole body with one hard thrust all the way in, kissing your cervix. He looks you all over to make sure you’re okay but you’re in ecstasy, brows knitted, lip bitten, moaning… Waiting for more.

He gives it to you, pounding into you with a controlled vigor, he’s used to having to control himself, so this comes naturally to him, even without much experience.

He changes his pacing frequently to keep his own excitement down while yours rises.

Quicker and quicker!

and then a slow pound into you as deep as he can. Speeding back up and only pushing in about halfway, hitting that spot and so frequently~ “Ah~” If you’re not a squirter you are right now.

You’ve never had an earth shattering, universe opening, orgasm like this one before. Holding the hand of someone who really truly loves you. You come so hard for him.

“I’m so, so proud of you! You did so good! You’re— Youre amaz-ing!!” He comes so sweetly as he coos to you.

When he pulls out he takes your lips with his own. Then pounds into you until your both coming undone again and shaking, your legs are twitching so bad by the end that you can barley stand.

He carries you home that night a satisfied and happy man.

#Spotify #my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #werewolf x reader #reader x werewolf #my writing #my fic #reader x oc #reader x werewolf oc #smut #smut writing #werewolf x you #werewolf oc #werewolf smut

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fandom-go-round · 6 months

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Werewolf romance reader is also werewolf please and thank you.

Warnings: Mild Body Horror (Transformation), Werewolf Relationships, Werewolf Courting

One of the best things about Ryan is that they can run with you. Not in the way your human friends do, jogging around town and then going to lunch after. That’s fun but it’s not what you mean and it’s always funny to tell them after. Ryan gets it. They know what it means to want to run.

Today had been long and all it took was one last minute email before you made up your mind. Usually, you wait until the weekend to make your way out of town, heading deep into the forest. It’s Thursday and you know you can’t wait, finishing up in the office and then putting in a sick day. Ryan responds to your text almost immediately, agreeing to meet you in the woods. You’re thankful that they get to make their own schedule; the perking of being a tattoo artist.

You make it to the clearing first, too impatient to wait for your lover. You send a quick ‘sorry’ into the sky before stripping and beginning to change. There’s nothing like letting the wolf out; the flooding of warmth in your veins and pressure releasing. The tension from the week rolls off as your skin rolls, fur breaking through and bones rearranging. There’s a burn like normal but today you relish it in; now you’re free.

The state park is large enough that you’re unlikely to run into any other wolves. You stand in the clearing for a moment, taking everything in and then make your way towards the river. You don’t slow down, running and running and feeling the ground beneath your paws. Ryan’s howl echoes from behind you but you don’t stop, sending up your own greeting.

They meet you by the waterfall, russet fur breaking the tree line. You walk over and give a pleased nudge, both of you sniffing each other. Ryan gives a quick lick to your face and you return it; they’re larger than you in wolf form but they’re always so gentle.

Ryan follows your lead tonight, running through the trees and covering as much ground as you want. Trees blur together and scent is your only real guide, staying away from everyone except each other. The two of you chase squirrels just to be cheeky and Ryan rolls their eyes at you. The moon is high in the sky when you make it back to the clearing, both of you changing out of your fur. Ryan leans down and gives you a deep kiss, making you moan in appreciation.

“Stay with me?” You lay out on the grass and Ryan smiles at your question, going over to you. They curl around you, both of you basking in the scent of your favorite person.

“There’s no where else I’d rather be.” Their voice is gentle and you smile, breathing in the woods and feeling alive for the first time all week. You drift off under the stars, Ryan’s hand linked with yours.

#reader x werewolf #reader x monster #monster boyfriend #exophilia #original monster #original character #original monster x reader #werewolf reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf imagine #werewolf boyfriend

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nuclearforest · 2 years

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Requesting the feral werewolf prompt please 👀

Rotten you've murdered me with that lovely fic you wrote with the same prompt and I need you to understand that I love Barrett with all my heart and am firmly in camp "simping for Barrett"

Anyway the prompt and the fic are below. It's a twinge of dubcon and a pinch of something rough because Hans isn't really as much a gentleman as his son, but c'est la vie. (Really, I promise you're just in denial that a werewolf you've known for all of 5 seconds is an enticing prospect for the evening.)

werewolf x gn!reader

It was a chilly autumn night with a smattering of stars overhead with a glowing full moon seen through a break in the thinning, colorful canopy overhead. You were alone, intending to enjoy the last camping trip of the season, but a howl over the horizon had other plans.

A wolf.

The howl was a wolf; could be nothing else. But you’d been a responsible camper and packed your food away well, up in a tree and away from your tent. So there was nothing to worry about and you could sit by the little fire you had built by the front of your tent in peace. Bundled up in a fluffy sweater and warm pants it was a nice night, a time to see the moon and stars before returning to society and losing the awe-inspiring wonder of the night.

It was long past the time for s’mores and you were almost at the bottom of your cup of tea—the one thing between you and crawling into your tent and curling up in your sleeping bag for the night—when it emerges.

The creature in question was most certainly not a wolf, heralded by heavy footfalls and crunching leaves before it bursts into the clearing. It stands on two legs, fur glowing a white silver in the moonlight and hiding what was sure to be the powerful form of an apex predator. Its claws were long and sharp on both its paws—hands?—and feet. When it levels you with its crimson stare and huffs out a puff of mist, a shudder rolls down your back.

There wasn’t much hope for running, given that it had bounded into the clearing in the blink of an eye, so you just clutched your almost empty mug to your chest and looked desperately up to the stars for mercy. Maybe it would go for the food.

It looks like it will for a moment, turning its head up and sniffing at the air, black nose wiggling, before turning down to look at you once more. Something imperceptible shifts, and your eyes skim down its form to see a spot of red peeking from its fur, low and between its hips. That couldn’t be hunger for food.

So you do the only thing you can, set your mug on the ground and avert your eyes in a vain attempt to preserve your decency before you feel a breath disturb the hair on the top of your head. Quick and silent, you shriek in surprise only for it to grab your upper arm in one hand and haul you to your feet like you weigh nothing.

The wolfish beast’s nose twitches again as it sniffs, poking its head into the crook of your neck before dropping lower. It—he—gets down onto one knee and sticks his nose right into your crotch. He’s got no qualms nuzzling into you, despite the fact that you grab his ears in each hand and try to pull him away, scolding him for being a bad dog before a snarl shuts you up and you just try to curl in on yourself.

It’s deep and commanding. The thing between his legs just keeps growing and all you can do is bury your head in your hands and try to ignore that his warm muzzle is starting to arouse you. He must pick up on it, too, and sticks his nose back between your legs to root around before, in a flash, using his free hand to shred the waist of your pants and tug them from your form.

With the force of his blow your legs give out and you’re held up by his arm. Embarrassing enough to be caught by a horny beast in the woods and to have it an enticing prospect, but then the damn creature stands to its full height, heads taller than you, and takes your other arm into his hand, compressing you. Before you can demand to know what his plan is (surely it couldn’t answer anyway) he tosses you into the air, maybe just to hear you scream, and catches your hips to hold at eye level.

You dangle backwards uncomfortably, jolting when he presses his nose into your naked core. And then, a curious lick. Sinfully good, you shudder under his gasp and start to plead that he just put you down before you have to face the fact you want him to do this. But he just licks again and again, either uncaring or not understanding your hesitation.

Warmth starts to build with arousal, and your pleas fade to mindless panting just by the time his long, flat tongue catches on your hole. The gasp you make seems to encourage him, and he dives in voraciously, pushing his tongue into your body and tasting all you have to offer. By then you turn your head, terrified but enthralled by the prospect he’s preparing you, and see that the red cock between his legs had grown to its full size and was hanging down, heavy and throbbing.

His musk hits your nose a moment later and, unconsciously, you start to buck your hips back to him. The strange wolfman takes that as his cue to all but drop you to the ground, manhandling you onto your hands and knees and spreading your cheeks to get a good look at you. When he growls you shudder, lowering your front and presenting yourself, face aflame with embarrassment. At least you were alone.

He seems to take that well, settling over you and aligning his cock with your entrance before pushing in. That’s where his generosity ends. He’d prepared you, got you into position, and pushed into you with just enough time to adjust. It was his turn to enjoy things, he decides, before sinking his fangs into your shoulder and arching his back over you, starting at a brutal pace.

You only manage to shriek, almost crying out in pain as he ruts into you to chase his own high. Shouldn’t feel good, but you start to adjust to it and his pace, arms shaking as he leaves more and more of his weight to you. You can feel something swollen push teasingly against your entrance, warm length sliding in and out of your prepared hole.

Can’t even push back into you with his teeth locked into your shoulder as he snarls in your ear, but all too soon he’s reached his end, forcing that swollen bulb into you—and you almost cry out again, arms giving up and letting him push you into the dirt with a heft that almost chokes the weight from your lungs. But all the same he just keeps rocking into you, knot at the base swelling as he starts to pup his seed into you. He keeps going right through your orgasm, thighs finally shaking as you gasp for him, and only stops once he’s too swollen to move.

It's a stretch that hurts, but at the very least he releases your shoulder from the grip of his jaw and turns his head to the air to howl. At that proximity it’s almost earsplitting, but you just drop your cheek to the dirt and breathe deeply, facing parts of yourself you hadn’t really wanted to. And he keeps you stuck there for far too long under the stars, but at least he is warm against your bare cheeks.

When he finally shrinks enough to pull out, you can already feel his seed starting to slip out and drip down your thighs. He pulls away, stranding to his full height to stretch, and you take that as your chance to scramble to your feet and run, only for heavy footfalls to pick up behind you a moment later when he decides to give chase.

He follows for a while before finally deciding to close into the kill, simply speeding up to snatch your hips and lift you from the ground, immediately pulling you onto his hardened cock again. Almost needless to say, it is a long night with that horny bastard. You pass out, just before the sun starts to rise, and you wake up back in your tent, sprawled across a very warm and broad chest. It’s a dude and his hair is white.

Your legs and pelvis are incredibly sore—regardless of how good everything had felt—and you swear to yourself that he’s going to be the one carrying all your belongings back to the trailhead that day.

#and then he becomes your camping buddy happily ever after #mun rambles #hellsing captain #werewolf boyfriend #nsft #reader x werewolf #reader insert #mun's snippets #terato #gender neutral reader

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cosmicstarlatte · 7 months

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Me: yeah we're tying the knot next week

Werewolf fiance who's never heard that phrase: we're going to what

#monster headcanons #monster x human #monster x you #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster bf #monster lover #monster fluff #monster fucker #monsterfucker #werewolf bf #werewolf boyfriend #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic monsterfucker . ⊹

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scoptopophobia · 2 months

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Imagine: a werewolf bf who holds out from having sex with you because he’s embarrassed of having a small cock. (Or at least what he considers small compared to other werewolves)

Through lots of reassurance, he finally builds up the confidence to show you his leaky cock, already swollen and hard for you.

Your eyes get big at the sight, considering it’s huge by human standards. But he thinks you’re surprised by how “small” he is and starts to get nervous and whiny.

His huge clawed paws reach down to cover his aching length, only for your own soft hands to stop him. You grasp his cock, hand not even able to close around his girth. Immediately he cries out at the sensation, bucking his hips into your hand and begging for more.

When he finally coaxes you onto his lap, he has to force himself not to snap his hips into you at the first brush of your soaked pussy against his painfully hard cock.

Once you begin to sink down on him, he tosses his head back and mumbles out a growl about how tight you are. Meanwhile you’re struggling to take all of him, his cock is bullying its way into your cunt as you press your hips down.

In a moment of weakness in his restraint, werewolf bf grasps your hips and slams you the rest of the way down with a howl.

You cry out in pain and pleasure as his fat cock is now pressing impossibly deep, nestled right against your cervix. He’s a mess of whines and growls, he can’t handle the pulsing grip of your pussy. He tips his muzzle down to lick your neck as an apology for his roughness.

He apologizes for his “small” size, meanwhile you’re brain dead on his thick cock pressing against your g-spot. He notices this and chuckles at you,

“Aw, maybe not so small after all? Is it too big darling?”

Instead of answering, you press your hips down firmly and his knot pushes into your stuffed pussy, eliciting a deep growl from his chest.

He drools slightly as he grinds his hips up to meet yours until he’s shooting thick hot cum right against your cervix. His cum filling you even more triggers your own release and you moan and cry as you cum on his pulsing knot.

#monster lover #monsterfucker #werewolf knot #werewolf bf #werewolf smut #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human #i need this

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specshroom · 1 month

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One thing I love about the Monster x Human dynamic is the possible misunderstandings that come with being separate species.

The possible cultural differences. The awkwardness. Language barriers. Anatomy differences. Maybe they mistake a platonic gesture as romantic or you mistake a romantic gesture from them as platonic.

Maybe you accidentally touch a merperson's gills and they immediately shy away at the unexpected touch. You freak out and apologise because you think you've hurt them while they try and hide their obvious arousal at the intimate touch.

Or an alien whose skin colour changes with their mood. You notice they're always a more reddish colour when near you. When you ask them about it they get even redder and try to make something up while their friends watch and snicker cus they know exactly what that colour means.

You playfully bite your werewolf partner while cuddling and they let out a very erotic groan. Now they have to try and explain to you what marking is to werewolves while also being very horny and embarrassed.

#monsterfucker #monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #monster boyfriend #alien x human #werewolf #merman #mermaid #alien fucker

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werecreature-addicted · 9 months

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….mating press w a werewolf while he mumbles “get pregnant” over and over🥲🥲🥲🥲

anon you can't say these things to meeeeeeeeee

fucking- alright. Imagine being a cute little human with no fucking clue about the volatile breeding kink your werewolf boyfriend has. anything domestic you do has him hard as a rock. you're just trying to do dishes and all he can think about is making you his cute little house spouse, full of his puppies.

He's obsessed with wolf-courting rituals. his home is always cozy but maybe just a bit too big for two people, hint hint. he spoils you with expensive gifts and tons and tons of food. As much as he loves seeing you do domestic things he also loves showing off how good he can be around the house. He would be such a good husband! He would be such a good father! So hurry up and ditch the birth control already-

God help you if you mention anything about wanting to get married or have kids he will take that as an open invitation to knock you up. he can smell when you're ovulating and he basically doesn't let you leave the bed, he's so busy pounding you full of his cum. he calls you his "bitch in heat" while he does it too.

Really though I like to imagine his breeding kink really only comes out in the middle of sex. you think you're just having a romantic night but then he's got your ankles over his shoulders and he's moaning about how he's going to knock you up.

" 'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy and make you a mommy. you'll take it, right? Be a good bitch and take it all for me-"

and of course, as he fucks himself deeper into you he can't help but moan "get pregnant" over and over again. you can't really tell if he's talking to himself or commanding you to get pregnant already, and with the way he's bullying his thick cock into you, you don't have the mental energy to do anything but moan- let alone ask for clarification.

He knots you. Of course. As if it's even a question. He loves watching your stomach bloat with his cum and there's just so much of it, some of it can't help but slip out around the base of his knot. all the more reason to fuck it back into you.

If for whatever reason he couldn't knot you, he'd make you wear a plug, to keep his seed inside of you when you go to work or are out of the house. he likes that it makes you smell like him. he likes knowing that you're full of him even when you two are apart.

#werewolf #monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #werewolf boyfriend #werewolves #monster #werewolf smut #werewolf x reader #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader smut #werewolf x human #fem reader

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weremonsterteeth · 5 months

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Werewolf boyfriend who just has to have his knot in you every day.

He starts ripping through your clothes as soon as you walk through the door because he's so ready to be inside you. He just had you bent over the bathroom sink this morning and made you late for work, but he's biting off your panties and lapping at your cunt like he's needed you for weeks.

Loves how wet you get with every little grunt and growl he lets out as you're riding him until the fur around his navel and thighs is soaked with you. One huge, clawed hand has a tight grip around your middle to keep you from squirming while he fucks his knot up into you.

If you're feeling tired he's giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes and no he doesn't even feel embarrassed about begging because fuck he just needs to have you squeezing around his cock while he breeds you please please please...

Wants you flat on your tummy for your comfort and so he can press you deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. He has both your hands wrapped completely in one of his and pinned above your head when he pushes his knot in so slowly, almost cumming again from the way you're whimpering and crying into the sheets.

#werewolf #werewolf nsft #werewolf bf #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf smut #werewolf x human #werewolf x reader #terato #fantasy smut #monster fucker #monster nsft #monster kink #wmt og

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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How Monster Boyfriends Make You Feel Good

Pairing: Vampire, Orc, Werewolf, Kraken, Minotaur, Goblin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, cum eating, size kink, creapie, blood drinking, tentacle shenanigans, knotting, period sex, mating bites

A/N: If you're wondering why I'm writing more monster stuff it's cause I've been reading a lot of it lately.

Your vampire boyfriend doesn't drink your blood by biting you when you're on your period, instead he comes inside of you and eats up the mix of your blood and his cum when your pussyhole when he pulls out, that way he cleans you up and gets a meal out of it

Your orc boyfriend knows you want him to be rough with you but he makes you hold still on his cock as your cunt adjusts to his size and girth, he's a gentle one when he needs to be right before he almost breaks you, almost

Your werewolf boyfriend knots you every time it's the full moon, that fat, bulbus part of his cock pushing, making room inside of you as he ruts into you from behind, howling at your joined release, your pussy spreading for him, on him

Your kraken boyfriend makes use of all the of your holes with his tentacles before his cock, he knows that being restrained and held down while being fucked by the structured tentacles will make your eyes roll back

Your minotaur boyfriend fucks you from behind while you are bent over against the wall, one of his big hands is on your hip, the other going from the jiggling meat of your ass to your front, your stomach where he presses down to feel every thrust

Your goblin boyfriend doesn't give you time to rest until he's spent, which can be hours and hours, you wouldn't think his short stature had so much stamina but he can't stop fucking you until there's no more room for his cum inside of you

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster x you #monster x girl #monster x female #monster imagine #monster headcanons #monster smut #monster boyfriend #vampire x reader #orc x reader #werewolf x reader #kraken x reader #minotaur x reader #goblin x reader #terato #x female reader

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undercoveravenger · 7 months

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Intoxication

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “love potion mix-up with Billy Hargrove??”

A/N: Happy Spooky Month everyone! Here's the first post for the 2023 Spooky Month event - the next post will be dropping on Tuesday, October 10th. Hope you enjoy!

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Things had been strange ever since the arrival of Billy Hargrove and his little sister, Max.

Well, things in Hawkins had been weird for a lot longer than that, especially since you and your best friend Steve had befriended the group of misfit kids that called themselves “the Party”. They’d introduced the two of you to a secret side of Hawkins, where magic and curses and strange creatures ran amok. One of the kids, a girl named Eleven, was able to control objects with her mind and see beyond what was there. Another, Will, was psychic and could connect to other planes of existence. Dustin had a way of knowing how things fit together before anyone else could even guess. Steve’s coworker from Scoops Ahoy, Robin, was a witch. And now, Max and her brother. Werewolves, if what Lucas had told you was to be believed.

But you really couldn’t bring yourself to care much about Billy Hargrove. Not when so much of his life seemed to be spent antagonizing your best friend and trying to disrupt your comfortable station within the school’s hierarchy, seemingly dead set on turning your life upside down. Even at stupid parties like this one, you could hear people chanting Billy’s name while he faced off against Steve in a match of beer pong somewhere deeper in the house while you try to coax the sticker-covered flask away from Robin in the kitchen.

“Robs, babe,” you murmur, sidling up beside her and leaning back against the kitchen island, “I think Vickie likes you already. I know it’s scary to risk rejection, but a love potion isn’t the solution here.”

Robin nods slowly to herself, but her fingers don’t loosen around the metal. “But what if I can’t do it?”

You cock your head, smiling as she meets your eyes. “But isn’t asking her and knowing better than using that and not knowing how she really feels?”

It takes a moment of consideration, but your friend nods, setting the flask on the chipped marble countertop.

“It’s more of an enhancer than-” Robin starts and it’s clear that you’re about to get one of Robin’s infamous lectures on the science of magic when she is cut off by someone snatching the flask from its place in front of the two of you.

“Aww, so sweet of you to have my next drink ready for me,” Billy Hargrove leers at you, unscrewing the cap of the flask even as his usual infuriating smirk slips over his lips, pretty blue eyes fixed on yours in with that intense, holier-than-thou look he always had. Just because he was tall and handsome and had pretty eyes and hair that you kind of want to curl your fingers into and use to pull him closer to shut him up with a kiss, doesn’t mean he could do anything but irritate you by looking at you like he knew something he wasn’t willing to share.

Your heart lurches in your chest as he raises the flask, you know you have to at least try to stop him, especially since Robin seems so stunned you’re not entirely sure she could say anything at all.

“Probably don’t wanna drink that, Hargrove,” you say, reaching out just in time to catch his wrist. “Might end up with something worse than a hangover.”

Billy leans forward against the counter, using his other forearm to prop himself up, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he looks at your hand, holding tight around his wrist, before his eyes shift up to meet yours. “You threatenin’ me?”

A derisive snort escapes you, and you gesture subtly for Robin to make her escape. The last thing you’d want is for Billy to figure out she had anything to do with whatever happens if he’s stubborn enough to drink the potion and start targeting her once it wears off. She catches your hint and mumbles an excuse about finding Steve, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

“Of course not,” you say, releasing him and holding your hands up placatingly. Sure, you didn’t really want to spend longer than necessary around Billy Hargrove, but you wanted to spend time with a pissed off Billy Hargrove even less. “Just think it probably wouldn’t be something you would like, so I was just hoping to get it back,” you reached for it as you spoke, leaning across the island yourself to try to make a grab for the flask.

Billy snatches it away, taking a long gulp from the mouth of the flask, grinning at you all the while. He pulls a face, but doesn’t wince the way one might at the burn of alcohol, but you can see the moment the look in his eyes starts to shift and the realization hits you with all the weight of a semi-truck.

Billy Hargrove had just taken a love potion while looking right at you. Billy Hargrove was about to be convinced that you were the love of his life.

“Well,” you say, eyes flickering around to look anywhere but at Billy, “I should really be going.” You push back upright, swiftly turning to make your way out the back door of the house and starting off down the sidewalk in the direction of your own home before Billy could speak. You don’t make it far before you realize you’re being followed, the scuff of Billy’s worn leather boots giving him away as he trails behind you.

“You’re not as stealthy as you think you are,” you call back over your shoulder, pace remaining steady even as Billy speeds up to walk beside you.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to be,” he drawls, lips quirking up into something softer than his usual sneer. “Just walkin’.”

You study him for a long moment. “Didn’t you drive to the party? Surprised you’d leave your precious Camaro behind.”

“I’ve been drinking,” he shrugs, clearly trying to appear nonchalant. “Drunk driving’s dangerous, y’know.” He’s quiet for a minute and you find yourself almost wondering what he’s thinking.

“You don’t have to walk me home if that’s what this is,” you say, shoving your hands in your pockets and focusing your eyes on the way the lights on the stoplight a few blocks down flicker. “Steve already made me promise to call him when I get home.”

Billy huffs and he almost seems to be pouting when you glance over at him. “Don’t see why you’re with that loser in the first place. ‘s not good enough for you anyway.”

His words shock you enough that your steps falter and you have to turn to face him to see if he’s joking or not. Billy looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him, steely blue eyes fixed firmly on you.

You have to fumble for words for a minute, the first thing you’re able to force out being a weak protest. “Steve’s not a loser!” Then the rest of his words catch up to you, “And he’s just my best friend, anyways.”

Billy seems to brighten at that, a more genuine smile crossing his lips than you’d ever seen before. “So,” he says, moving toward you slowly. The dull orange glow of the streetlights makes his hair shine almost copper and his eyes flash that distinct werewolf silver as he stalks toward you, gently herding you backward until your back is pressed to the brick wall of some long-closed business and Billy’s in front of you, arms caging you in on either side. On any other day, you might’ve felt claustrophobic- trapped and threatened by someone determined to fuck up your life. But today- with that love drunk look in Billy's eyes and that fond grin on his face, you were hesitantly pleased with your position. "If you're not with Harrington," Billy starts, leaning just a bit closer, until you can almost feel the breath of his words against your lips, "Does that mean you're available to go out with me on Friday?"

Part of you is tempted to say yes- to give in to this sweet, intoxicating side of Billy and let this go as far as he wants to take it- but the rest of you knows that what's happening is wrong.

You press a hand to Billy’s chest, pushing him back enough to give yourself some breathing room.

"I would, but this isn't real, Billy." You force yourself to say, "You drank a love potion tonight- this- you don't mean any of this."

Billy laughs then, full and unrestrained and the most genuine you've ever heard him be. "That shit doesn't work on werewolves. Metabolism’s too fast for it to really do much of anything," he says, grin unable to be helped even as his laughter subsides. "And even if it did, the stuff that your buddy whipped up just makes feelings that's already there easier to act on."

You blink, the pressure you'd been using to keep Billy at bay slacking as you think through what he'd said. If he hadn't been affected by Robin’s potion then-

Billy nudges closer, slipping his arms around your middle and tucking his face against the side of your neck. "The reason I was always so shitty to Harrington is that I was jealous," he murmurs softly, and you can feel the way he grins just a little wider as you start to relax against him, "I wanted to have people look at me like they look at him. I wanted to have you look at me like I was him."

You can’t help the way your hands come up to curl around him too, the way your fingers curl into his shirt, or the way you press just a bit closer to him. You can’t help the answering grin from carving its way across your cheeks at the thought of how pleased Billy seems to be at being the center of your attention, but you also can’t stop those few little questions from itching away inside your mind.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” The thought escapes you almost unbidden, before you can second-guess yourself, and you can’t help but keep talking. “Why didn’t you ask me out? Or- or just say hi? Something other than-” you gesture vaguely back in the direction of the party.

The tired sigh that escapes him makes it clear he knows you’re talking about his grudge against Steve and all the drama he’s stirred up for the two of you.

“It’s-” he has to pause and think over his words for a moment before he can continue. “My experience with love is… complicated. My mom died when I was little and my dad- he changed after that. Got mean. Angry.” He swallows hard, pulling away far enough to look at you, to really look at you. “He made it clear that he expected pretty specific behavior from me and anything that didn’t meet that wasn’t… good for me. Liking a guy- well, that was pretty far from what he’d expect.” His hands drop from your sides and he steps back a bit, arms crossing over his chest like he’s trying to distance himself from his thoughts. “So I was rude and sarcastic and I was mean to Harrington because at least that kept me in your peripheral.” He meets your eyes again, bright and open and honest in the orange glow of the streetlights, “But I don’t want to just be in your peripheral anymore.”

With all of what he'd said playing through your mind, finding the right words is proving difficult. "If we’re gonna try this, you've gotta leave Steve alone," you start finally, heart squeezing with more fondness than you're ready to admit as you watch the realization of what you mean starts to sink in and a million-watt smile pulls at Billy’s lips. "And Robin and the kids, too.”

A giddy laugh escapes Billy and he takes your hand in his, tugging you back down the street in the direction the two of you had been walking. “That’s a deal I’d make a thousand times over,” he says, grinning brightly as he walked with you, fingers intertwined with yours, hands swinging easily between the two of you.

Conversation flows easily as the two of you walk and you’re more at peace with Billy now than you could ever remember being with any of your exes, he insists on walking you home no matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t need to.

“Go out with me on Friday?” He says as the two of you stop at the foot of your driveway. “We could go for a picnic or to the drive-in if you want?”

When he’s looking at you like that, you can’t help but agree, quickly finding yourself more and more excited about your pending date.

Billy kisses your hand before he lets go, stepping back as you turn away from him and head for your house.

Billy smiles to himself as he watches you make your way up the driveway, keeping watch until you're safely inside, before turning and heading off in the direction of his own home. No, he knew he'd never have needed that love potion- not when it came to you. Billy Hargrove had been intoxicated by you since the first time he met you and he knows that isn't going to change any time soon.

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cookie-crumblr · 4 months

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what is Ace and Ezra’s backstory? -🪓

Major spoilers but i wanted this out so i can make cute cottagecore au’s with Ace 🙈✨!

Ezra’s

-mother and father were monster hunters

They killed Ace’s parents

They trained abused Ezra to try and make him like them

Ace

-is a werewolf

-was raised as a child by (slightly older but still also a child) Ezra

#cookie speaks #my oc #my oc’s #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere #werewolf x you #reader x werewolf #🪓 anon

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fandom-go-round · 6 months

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How about forest date for male human reader and female werewolf?

Lillian had been more than a little excited to show you the woods where she grew up. It was a bit of a whirl wind; she loved dating you and being with you but her family was a sore spot. She didn’t love pack politics or territory disputes and it was a problem with her being next in line for pack council. It took moths for her to even admit she was a werewolf, nervous that you would reject her because you were human. It hadn’t been a huge surprise to be honest but you were glad when she finally told you.

Now, months after her confession and the two of you getting more serious, she was comfortable taking you to her childhood forest. Her pack owned the land and that made it easy for the two of you to find a camping spot. It wasn’t new for you to be tent camping but Lillian seemed to be vibrating out of her skin with excitement. It was going to be a weekend filled with lots of exploring and talking.

She showed you all of her favorite spots; the old grove that was her hideout, the waterfall where she would dive. It seemed like every tree and rock had a story around it, either something she did or pack history. You were still new to werewolf customs but this helped you get a glimpse into her world and you appreciated it. The two of you go swimming and Lillian can’t resist, turning into a wolf and paddling around.

At night she goes for a run with the pack and you stay back, listening to them howl through the woods. It’s humbling and also a little scary to sit in the woods as they run around you. None of the other wolves come close to you but that’s alright; family introductions are still off the table for now. Lillian comes back a couple of hours later, exhausted but happy You hold her close inside the tent and think that you wouldn’t mind coming back here, as long as she’s with you.

#reader x werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf girlfriend #monster girlfriend #exophilia #werewolf imagine #reader insert #monster imagine #original monster x reader #original monster #original character

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nuclearforest · 1 year

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Happy Holidays! I'm back and around to promote the Christmas fluff reader insert I wrote last year where you get the chance to accidentally dognap the man that ends up being your lover. If you're looking for warm fluff and spicy smut this holiday season you can read like an advent calendar, here you go.

Ideally I'll be finishing up my Siren fic before the year ends and I can add more to the little universe that spun out of this, but no promises.

#hellsing captain #hellsing fanfiction #reader insert #reader x werewolf #ao3 fanfic #holiday fanfiction #werewolf smut #reader insert smut

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aboutwerewolves · 2 months

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Ok but NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is just absolutely obsessed with you. Your scent, your voice, you body, infact everything about you is driving him crazy and he just can't wait to be inside you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who pounds into you as if it's his first and last time (though he fucked you just the night before)

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who can't help but go feral over how tight your cunt feels. And fucks every thought out of you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is not satisfied with just one round. He needs atleast 3-4.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who then walks around the house with his knot in you.

#werewolf smut #werewolf x human #werewolf boyfriend #monster smut #monster x reader #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #werewolves #werewolf nsft #currently going FERAL over this #teratophillia #tw teratophilia

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monster-disaster · 5 months

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[wolf-shifter] Rome

wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader Good to know: somnophilia, non-con, breeding, rut Summary: Your best friend can't keep himself away from you anymore.

"Did I wake you up?" Your words are slurred when you break the silence of the quiet flat. The only sound is the traffic from the streets, filtering inside. A few cars pass by every now and again. Their engine rumbles through the air, echoing off the buildings. Your back is against the wall as your best friend kneels in front of you, trying to take off your shoes with a slight frown between his brows. His thick fingers can barely handle the delicate clasps. "It's fine," he hums, pushing the shoes aside. "I told you to call me if you need me." "Thank you," you reply, tilting your head back when he stands up and towers above you. "You are a good friend, Rome. I love you." The man just smirks at your words, tucking you against his side to lead you into his room. He knows the drill by now. You go out with your co-workers, drink more than you can handle, and call him to take you home. He helps you, of course, while listening to you repeat how much you love him until you fall asleep.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, opening the door of his room and leading you inside until you sit on the edge of his bed. Your posture is relaxed and tired. You don't even move a muscle when you feel him starting to take off your clothes. "Arms up," he says, and when you do, he pulls up your top until it's on a chair nearby. It smells like your perfume, smoke, and alcohol. "Do you want a shower?" Rome asks even though he already knows your answer. "'m tired," you hum, letting your eyes close while you are still in a sitting position. "Of course," the man chuckles. While he searches for a shirt you can sleep in, he can't help but let his eyes wander on your almost bare body. Your tits fill the bra into a nice cleavage, and your panties match. "Hold up your arms for a second, sweetheart," he says quietly, feeling a bit annoyed when the thin fabric hides your body from his dark gaze. "You can lay down now," he adds, helping you onto his bed and tucking you in. By the time he straightens up, you are already asleep.

Rome has known you since he moved into the city. You met at a coffee shop where you worked after college. He knew you were his mate after a glance and a sniff in the air heavy with the scent of coffee and you. You put him into a friend zone, and Rome never figured out how to get out of it without ruining your friendship. So he stayed in that damn zone, hoping that one day you will confess his love for him or he will grow some balls to tell you the truth. Pathetic really.

After making sure the lock of his entrance door is closed and putting a big glass of water next to you on the nightstand, he climbs onto the bed, trying to focus on anything else but your closeness. His brothers would laugh at him for sure. Their little brother can't get the girl, so he has to wake up next to her with blue balls. How funny.

Sleep takes him after a while, but his dreams are heavy and troubled. When he wakes up, it's almost morning. The sun is still hiding behind the horizon, but it's there. He turns on his back and groans. His gums ache and burns, his mouth open to lift the pressure off his teeth. Sweat glistens on his heated body. His fingers dig into the mattress under him, feeling his claws wanting to grow out. And his cock. He closes his eyes tightly to keep a pained moan in his chest. It's hard and heavy between his thighs. His erection pulses with each breath he takes, and his underwear is already ruined by the precum soaking the black fabric.

"Fuck," he grunts, sitting up on the edge of the bed. The wooden ground feels cold under him. His skin feels too tight and too itchy. Rome circles his broad shoulders backward a few times before standing up to get to the kitchen for some water.

The man is almost at the door of his room when you turn on your back on the bed, still sleeping. His eyes rake over your body under the covers. He forgot you were there. He was too busy with his wolf wanting to come out, he didn't even notice you until now. But now, he can't tear his gaze away from you. You are so peaceful and pretty. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smeared around your closed eyes. The red lipstick you used is faded.

"Fuck," Rome groans again. You shouldn't be here. Not when his rut is approaching and the wolf in him claws on the inside of his mind to get him out.

He should force himself to walk away and call an Uber for you. He should wake you up and make you leave. Or at least, he should force himself out of the room. You shouldn't be here so beautiful and soft while his cock throbs with the need to fill you up.

Rome stares at your chest for long seconds, watching you breathe. You are deep asleep. You always black out when you drink too much.

He steps closer.

His large hands curl into fists.

Another step to the bed.

He shouldn't.

"Fuck."

The change of his body comes naturally and quickly. His skeleton transforms into something more primal, with firm muscles and dark fur all over his skin. He grows taller and stronger. The ache in his body lessens, but his cock between his legs still bobs angrily with each step he takes to the bed to get closer to your sleeping form. His claws grip the blanket, pulling it down from the bed slowly and carefully. He drops it to the ground, keeping his eyes on your bare legs. His t-shirt barely hides your panties, and he can see your nipples harden at the sudden change of temperature.

For a second, his attention wanders up to your face. Your eyes are still closed, and your breath is even. The man climbs up on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He hovers above your sleeping form, almost frozen. You can wake up at any minute, and there is no way he can explain the situation without you freaking out.

But it's too little and too late.

Taking a deep breath, his hand moves to his aching cock, his long fingers curling around the thick shaft. A groan escapes his open mouth, his long tongue lick over his upper teeth. His eyes wander down on your body, pausing at your soft tits and hard nipples before falling to your covered mound. His grip tightens on his erection, precum leaking from the dark pink tip.

He saw you like this several times since you know each other. You are comfortable showing some skin even though it drives him crazy under the surface.

Releasing his cock, he reaches out for you. His touch is gentle and warm on your knees, gliding up on the soft flesh of your thigh. When you open your legs, he almost jumps back and out of the bed. Rome snaps his eyes up to your face again. You are still asleep.

It's so wrong on so many levels.

Now, that your legs are open, he can see the slit of your pussy through the thin fabric. Drool drips down from his mouth at the plump sight.

Maybe it's enough, he tries to say to himself. Just jerking off on the view of your cunt is enough until you wake up and go home.

His hand is on you again, caressing your thigh before sliding up to your panties. It's soft under his touch but does nothing but annoy him. His thumb moves between your legs, feeling the heat of your pussy on his own skin. His heart beats in his throat as he watches. Your clit is under his thumb, drawing small circles on the bud.

Rome doesn't have to wait long to feel your arousal in the air. It's thick and heavy, making him and his cock drool some more. "Fuck!" He groans. His snout fidgets as he takes deep breaths from your scent. "You smell so good."

He moves closer, slowly, tentatively. He lifts his weight onto his arms at the sides of your body. His eyes are on your face again, watching you sleep while his nose almost bumps against your mound. A low groan rumbles in his chest. You are so close. So delicious. His tongue rolls out of his mouth, licking through your center over the fabric covering it. You are wet. He licks over your slit until your panties are soaked with your juices and his saliva. It sticks to your plump pussy.

"Let's take it down," he hums, hooking his long fingers on the side of your panties to pull it down and reveal your most intimate part. Your cunt glistens under the street lights that filter into his bedroom through the window.

The wolf-shifter's world spins around him once, twice, three times as he leans closer again. His snout rubs against your clit, taking deep breaths of your heavy smell. "So pretty," he murmurs. "You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart." Almost bursting with anticipation, he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices. When he flicks your clit, you moan into the dark room, making him freeze for long seconds. Your smell gets stronger in the air, but you don't move. "Just a little bit more," he whispers, almost begging. He slurps on your pussy hurriedly, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. His tongue finds your entrance, pushing inside your hot channel. He can feel you fluttering around his tongue, sucking him in for more. His whole body trembles as his muscles tense. Every nerve in his body is focused on you. Your smell and taste drive him deeper and deeper to the point he can't back away.

His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, leaking. His balls feel too tight, and his hips start to rock back and forth every now and again to find some friction. The knot at the base of his shaft grows with each second he spends between your thighs, munching on your cunt.

Biting off his own claw, he turns his attention back to your empty hole. His tongue slides into you easily, pulsing and fluttering until he adds his finger to stretch you out some more. For a second, you tense up, moaning again before continuing to sleep. He almost laughs. He could fuck you. You wouldn't wake up.

He almost cums when you clench around him. He scoops up your nectar with his tongue, gulping to burn the memory of your taste in his mind. Your breathing gets heavier, and a small, barely noticeable tremble runs through your body as you reach your climax. With his free hand, Rome has to squeeze his cock to stop him from shooting his seed all over you and the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, keeping his fingers in you, feeling your still squeezing walls. "Can you do that again? Could you cum on my cock, hm? Are you ready for it?"

He climbs above you, pushing your legs apart to have enough space for his slim waist between your thighs. His erection rubs against your folds, mixing his pre-cum and your juices together. "God," he groans. "Fuck! So good, sweetheart. Your cunt is so warm. She wants me, love. She wants my cock inside. You know it, too." Grabbing his erection, he adjusts the bulbous tip to your entrance before starting to push inside. He growls at the feeling of you enveloping him. You are warm and wet and perfect. His balls jerk and his knot pulses. "That's it," he groans. "You are doing so good, sweetheart."

"Rome?" Your voice feels like cold water. His name on your lips is thick with sleep and confusion. "What? What are you doing?" Your question ends in a moan when he doesn't stop. He pushes his cock inside you entirely, stretching you out and filling you up. "Shh, sweetheart," he grunts. "It's okay." "Rome?" Panic laces your voice. "Rome! Stop!" "I can't," Rome replies, shaking his head, licking up on the side of your neck. Your palms seem small on his broad chest as you try to push him away while he still rocking back and forth inside you. "Enough! Rome!" "Sh," he tries to calm you again. "It's okay, love. Your pussy wants it." "What? No! It's wrong!" "No!" He growls. "It's not! I should have made you mine a long time ago!" Despite your panic and anger, a moan escapes your lips when he thrusts inside you. Your pussy clenches around his shaft, soaking his erection. Rome reaches every sweet spot in you, driving you higher and higher. "So good, sweetheart," he coos. "You feel it too, right? My cock stretches your tiny pussy. You squeeze on me so tight, I can barely move." "Rome!" You moan his name, your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulder. Your legs curl around his waist to keep him close. Pleasure flares through your body even though you know it's wrong. "And you taste so good, love," he grunst into your neck. Your skin is wet from his drooling. "I ate your pussy while you slept," he admits. "I drank up your juices. You got wet so easily. Your pussy knew it was me." They shouldn't, but his words fuel you more. Your hips move under him, meeting his thrust as your back arches from the bed. "Rome! Please! Fuck!"

Seeing you so responsive wakes up something primal inside him. He almost shouts with pain when he forces himself to kneel up and leave your warm channel. "Turn around," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction. Grabbing your hips, he turns you on your stomach, tugging you into a kneeling position. Your ass rubs against his cock while he hovers above you and pushes your head down on the bed. "Present yourself for me, sweetheart," he groans, rutting against your bottom. "Show me how much you want my cock like a good bitch." "Rome," you cry his name, screaming when he enters into your pussy again. His hold is firm and hard on your hips as he keeps you in place against his pounding. He fucks your pussy with a newfound vigor. Your juices flow down on your thighs, dripping onto the bed. "Fuck!" Rome groans. "Your pussy is so good to me, sweetheart. She knows what she wants, and it's my cock. She wants me to fill her up and soak her with my seed." His words clear your mind for a second. Your fingers grip onto the blanket under you. "Wait! Rome! Don't! I don't…!" "It's okay, love," Rome groans, still fucking you. "You don't have to worry. I will take care of you and our pup. I will fuck your cunt until you are round with my child. I want to see your tits grow with milk and your stomach with our pup. Maybe I will always keep you pregnant and ripe." Tears run down your cheek from pleasure and fear. Your body and your mind tell different things, and you can do nothing because of the spinning world around you. Your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach tightens into a burning coil. "Take my knot, love," he demands. "Let me fuck my mate pregnant. Let me have this, love. Just open up your pussy for me, and I will do the rest." There is no way you can fight against him. His hold on you is too strong and tight, while your limbs feel like jelly.

Rome's whole world narrows down on your sweet hole as he forces his knot inside your wet pussy. Every nerve in his body bursts with pleasure when he is inside you fully, and he can't move without tugging and pushing you with the rhythm of his hips pounding your hole. His growl shakes the walls as he cums inside you. He shoots into your hole several times until, even through the barrier of his knot, some still escapes your pussy.

"Ohgod!" You cry, shaking and jerking. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you reach your climax. You suck Rome for every drop of his cum he can give you. Your pussy aches and burns so deliciously that you can do nothing, but rock back against him for more. His chuckle is hoarse next to your ears when he notices what you are doing.

"It's 'kay, love," he hums, still keeping his weight on his arms. "My rut will keep me going for a while longer before I'm done with you." "What?" You gasp. "We are not done?" "Didn't you hear me?" He hums, pushing inside you. "I won't stop until you are with my pup."

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