#werewolf crying noises

[monstersholygrail]

I am such a nuzzler (I’m severely touched starved). But I just love me a good nuzzle with some sweet cuddling and maybe a bit more than that.

Imagine Werewolf bf who welcomes and encourages your clingy behavior and all the nuzzling that comes with it. Not only because he loves the attention but because he is just as obsessed with you as you are him.

You get this sort of shy look in your eye when the urge arrives and Werewolf bf notices it instantly. His arms move on their own as they spread out wide. Allowing you to immediately dive into his embrace. Nuzzling your way up his furry body till you burrow into his chest.

Loud purrs emanate from Werewolf bfs chest as his arms move to wrap around you, practically squishing you to his chest. You both adore the hard secure touch of each other’s hold. His purrs only growing louder as you move up and nuzzle into his neck, nosing brushing along his marking spot.

His cock can help but harden whenever you do this. It’s his instant weakness. The idea of you two marking each other. Of being bound and getting these cuddles for the rest of your life. It sounds like heaven to him.

And of course when you’re cuddling with a Werewolf bf, cuddling doesn’t stay cuddling for long. With your delicious shapely body pressed so tightly against him, he can’t be blamed for his actions that follow.

As you two continue to squirm against each other, practically wanting to crawl into each other’s skin, it’s simply not Werewolf bfs fault that his erection just so happens to grind into your lovely pussy. He can feel the growing dampness through your panties and he growls out his approval. Always so wet for him you are.

The whine that leaves you vibrates through his skin, only serving to make Werewolf bf even harder. His hands never leave their place around your body, not even as they slide down and so gently push your panties off to the side. He wouldn’t dare take his hands off of you when in need of such closeness.

Making sure to maintain your cuddles while he rolls his cock easily inside your addictive wet heat. Werewolf bf tightens his hold on you to the point where you can barely move as he starts moving your bodies in a steady rhythm.

Your bodies rocking together as noises of pleasure fall from your lips and spill right into each other’s skin. Not an inch of space between you and neither of you would have it any other way. Werewolf bf’s claws scratch along your back and you cry out, toes curling at the added sensation.

Burying your hands in his fur you move as best you can, eagerly sucking his cock back inside you with every thrust. Wanting all of him as close to you as possible. Rough grunts leave your bf as his pace picks up, fulfilling your need as he does all the others.

Werewolf bf keeps his grip firm but gives you the room to move faster and meet the snap of his hips. You immediately jump at the chance, drool dripping onto his fur as you bounce sloppily on his huge girth. Wanting to feel just how roughly he can split you open and stretch your weeping cunt.

As you both move together it doesn’t take long for you both to explode, clenching down on his length and milking his cock for all it’s worth as he shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your walls. Werewolf bf shivers in return, his body buzzing as your essence coats his member and your walls stay firmly implanted around him.

Your limp form sags happily back into his chest. Nipping playfully at his neck and resulting in Werewolf bf’s cock twitching inside you as he snaps his jaw at your neck in retaliation. You laugh lightly, nuzzling back into him, glad to be even closer to him as his softening cock stays inside you.

Werewolf bf moves his hands up and down your back and over your body, caressing every inch of you. Loving how your body trembles and leans into it in response.

Yeah, Werewolf bf wouldn’t give up your nuzzles and clingy behavior for anything. He’s got everything he needs right here.

[werecreature-addicted]

werewolf boyfriend that never shifts back from his wolf form- he doesn't want to. people stare, in horror and fascination as this 8 foot tall beast walks beside you, holds your hand, speaks to you so gently. they wonder how you tamed him.

i don't know where to go with this the sex is also nasty and awesome

You'd long since gotten used to the odd looks you got and the whispers you'd hear when you were out with your boyfriend. Most humans spent their childhood learning how to spot werewolves and monsters in their human forms, so to see a werewolf fully shifted going about his day-to-day was a shock, taken as a sign of aggression.

It was ridiculous the way that mothers would yank their children out of your way as if he was going to gobble them up right here in broad daylight. Or the way that people would cross the street as soon as they saw him. Your boyfriend was a sweetheart and wouldn't hurt a soul not that anyone cared, they only saw his towering frame and sharp teeth and jumped to the conclusion that he was a dangerous werewolf. But just because you were used to the attention didn't mean you didn't hate it.

"Honestly it's rude- it's just Rude I don't know what goes through people's heads sometimes to say something like that to you-" you huff as you storm into your shared home, and your werewolf boyfriend follows after you, nodding solemnly as he listens to you rant.

"Babe it's fine." he purrs lowly trying to soothe you "-well it's not fine he was an asshole. but I'm fine sweet thing," He amends running his clawed hands over your shoulders trying to soothe you. You felt a little guilty. He was the one hurt and here he was having to calm you down.

"Sorry baby, i just wish there was more i could do to help," you mumble.

"Well if you want. There is something you could do to make this day better," he says. You perk up instantly. You're so blinded by the idea of making your boyfriend happy you completely miss the innuendo in his voice and the way his eyes darken.

"How?" You ask eagerly and a split second later you're on your knees gagging on his thick cock. He's not even fully hard yet and you can feel his dick stiffen and grow with each bob of your head. He's so big you can only fit half of him down your throat, the rest of him you manage with your hands.

He cups the back of your head with a clawed hand and pushes you farther down on his cock groaning in satisfaction when you gag. "see how could i have a bad day when I've got this pretty mouth to fuck hmm?" he groans before pulling you up and off his cock before pushing you down on the living room floor.

"Come on babe don't be shy baby spread your legs for me" he growls. he doesn't even give you a chance to comply before he forces your thighs apart and pushes your knees to your chest. He growls as he pushes his cock into you. it's such a low sound in his chest you wonder if he's doing it on purpose or if it's just the way his body reacts to being inside of you. Then his cock hits that spot inside of you and your brain shuts off and it's hard to think of anything other than "good" and "more".

He must be a mind reader as well as a werewolf because he did give you more. fucking you hard and grinding you into the floor, the thick tip of his cock pushes up making your stomach bulge as he fucks himself into your tight heat.

"You like that? you must you're making such pretty noises for me babe, moaning like a fucking whore, tell me how much you like getting fucked like this" he growls. You try to comply, try to verbalize how much you like his dick but all that comes out of you is a broken whine. that's okay, it's as good as any praise in his mind.

"Gonna knot you, baby, you want that?" he asks knowing you won't be able to answer and again all you manage is a breathy moan that gets close to words. if he had to guess it sounded like a yes, please.

His hips jut forward one last time sinking his knot into you as he cums you cry out beneath him as you reach your climax too. You're so pretty like this, flushed and heaving, sweaty and fucked stupid. He'd keep you like this forever if he could.

The werewolf leans down and kisses your forehead before wrapping you tight in his arms as his knot throbs inside of you. It's not such a bad day if he can come home to his sweet mate and fuck you as stress relief.

[solelifauna]

When you say the love interest might be worse, does that mean "being mean to reader" wise or "being possessive over the reader" wise?

ERMMM...both I'd say. The love interest for the Werewolf AU is Jon Kent. He's about the same age as the reader and older than Damian by one year (From the time-skip space mission that he went on that aged him). But bro, this boy is fucking nuts.

Yes, Kryptonians aren't werewolves in this universe, but Lois Lane is. And a strong one at that, coming from a military family and all that jazz. So Jon Lane Kent is literally one of the strongest beings on earth, being half-kryptonian and half-werewolf.

Now i know what youre thinking.

But wouldn't Jon also be outcasted from werewolf society/wouldn't the bats not like him cause he's a half-blood?

WRONG!!! Yes, Jon is a half-blooded werewolf, but the other half is Kryptonian, one of the strongest species in the universe. If anything, his breeding makes him a very respected figure and the Bats definitely find him worthy. He and Damian are still the best of friends.

Now Jon's relationship with (Y/n). Yikes. Funnily enough, it was (Y/n) who started crushing on Jon first. She'd see him around the manor often, and she'd watch as he interacted with the Waynes or messed around with Damian. From what she could see, he seemed nicer than her family, so maybe she could be friends with him right? Plus, he's super cute!

And of course, this doesn't end well. I mean, this is a dark au. First off, Superman doesn't quite see humans as equals. Werewolves, they have his respect, and all the other races too. Yes, Clark Kent's adoptive parents were humans, and yes he loved them, but they were weak. Fragile even. And he made sure to instill that teaching in Jon as well.

Did Jon love his grandparents? Absolutely, but that meant that Ma and Pa stayed confined to Smallville and their house. They were too weak, they needed to be protected.

Lois also helped push Werewolf culture onto him as well. Weaker werewolves and humans were subservient to the stronger, and if necessary, could be killed and eaten. Jon didn't quite get the eating part, finding it quite gross actually, until he had his first taste of flesh. And, yikes, the boy was hooked.

In his mind, humans were either things to be taken care of (like pets) or food.

What's even more scary is that he's sweet around his family and friends, but those he deems as lesser? Well, let's just hope you don't catch him in a bad mood or piss him off. Which is why when weak, pitiful, abandoned (Y/n) Wayne comes up to him, he's insulted.

Why on earth did you even think you were worthy of talking to him?

Yes, he's seen you watching them, lurking around the manor, keeping your distance. It was quite annoying actually, he could practically hear your heart leaping out of its chest every time you saw him. He knew your intentions, trying to make friends with him.

He just looked down at you, eyes pooling with something nobody could explain, whilst you smiled at him and made small talk. Or tried to make small talk.

"Damian, should I snap her neck? Or is your family still insistent on the old laws?" Jon says.

You freeze, eyes widening in fear. Ah...you've made a severe lapse in judgment.

So much for a new friend.

"You know what? How 'bout I just go?" You quip nervously before trying to run off.

It's too bad Damian grabs you by the back of your shirt, basically choking you in the process. You let out a strangled noise as your body loses balance and lurches backward. When Damian lets go, your having a mad coughing fit, trying to get as much air as you could into your lungs.

Damian only makes an annoyed sound while Jon watches, a sick type of glee in his eyes. "When the time comes friend, you may feast with us. Now (Y/n), apologize to Jon."

You do not even have to think twice about that. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have approached you, I'm sorry." And at this point, you're crying. (reader is 14 when this happens)

And god doesn't that make Jon smile. He wouldn't deny, that you were pretty (I mean, you do have half of Bruce Wayne's DNA). But as much as he'd consider coveting you, you weren't worth that honor, no, he'd much rather taste your sweet, sweet flesh. (He could practically smell it wafting off you).

But alas, he'd have to wait.

But of course, in normal yandere fashion, he goes from wanting to eat you to wanting to eat you. The obsession starts to change around (Y/n)'s 16th birthday party that the Waynes throw. It's customary that all children do some public ball or whatever, so this was yours. Jon and his family are there obviously, and you're there as well, looking as miserable and tired as usual (and still somehow being the most beautiful thing in the building). However, he sees you light up in a way he's never seen you do before when your (what he's guessing) friends show up. They're human. They're weak, like you.

Seeing you interact with them, hearing you talk normally(super-hearing, duh) without fear, watching the way you laughed...He realizes he wants. And he wants bad.

Looks like you've got a new problem now.

Anyways, this is all I got!! I don't want to spoil the story more than I already have, but yeah, say hello to "absolutely bonkers Jon Kent". Hope you enjoyed!!!

[captain039]

PART 9 Blood, Fur and Magic

Vampire Viktor x reader x Werewolf Jayce

Warnings: Vampire things, werewolf things, light swearing, possessiveness, smut, sexual, intimacy, poly relationship, angst, violence swearing

Previous part <-

Mel brought some interesting looking tomes to Jayce’s apartment before helping you all move to the house she offered. The place was big, grand even for a councillor, then again you expect nothing less from Mel Medarda. Only you’re realising how much you don’t like space. The space between your bedrooms feels like a mile long and you hate it. It’s only the third night and you still can’t sleep. There’s a gentle knock at your door and you frown a bit before saying come in. Jayce peeks his head looking guilty and sad, he wears grey pants and no shirt running a hand through his messy hair.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask and he nods.

“Can I-?” He gestures to your bed and you lift up the covers this bed was big enough for ten people. You see him relax instantly and climb in beside you, you feel yourself relax too only partly.

“Need another?” You smile at the sound of Viktor’s voice and nod watching the vampire climb in on the other side of you.

“These rooms are massive” Jayce grumbles making himself comfortable his arm going over your waist.

“They're the size of your apartment” you chuckle. You feel Viktor's arm go over Jayce’s and sigh happily.

“These tomes Mel gave us, they're weird” Jayce says in thought.

“I can't read half of them” you comment and Viktor chuckles. The room goes silent save for each others breathing and you find yourself relaxing quickly. You hear Jayce’s snores first and smile your own eyes closing as Viktor comes closer pressing his lips to your forehead.

“You’re affectionate” you whisper and he huffs softly.

“Only with you both” he clarifies and you smile again.

“Goodnight” you whisper.

“Goodnight Miláček,” he says softly.

It's cold where you are, an unnatural blizzard storm, your feel like your bones shake in your body, you can't see anything beyond the white fog and snow. You can't move or walk before suddenly the storm drops and disappears. You blink in confusion seeing three figures to your right and three figures to your left.

“What do you want?!” You yell seeing the blue and red robes.

“Accept the bond”

“Reject the bond” they say at the same time making you groan.

“What the hell does that even mean!” You snap. They repeat the words over and over again driving you made before you scream.

You wake up screaming hands on shoulders soft whispered words. You make an annoyed noise somewhere between a cry and groan. You notice the room has been shaken too not as bad as your old room though.

“What happened?” Jayce asks by your side.

“Those stupid hooded figures!” You snap magic pulsing and bristling.

“Accept the bond, reject the bond, I don’t know what the fucking bond is!” You yell frustrated Jayce lifts a hand but you’re out the bed and going to the bathroom to cool off. You slam the door by accident but don’t care as you splash cold water on your face. You sit on the toilet lid head in your hands mind reeling frustration peeked but dying slowly. Viktor is the first to come in surprisingly. His calm narrowed features easing some tension with a kicked puppy Jayce behind him. Viktor walks in and leans against the wall while Jayce sits down on the cold bathroom floor looking at you with golden puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry for snapping” you sigh.

“It’s understandable” Viktor says.

“I’m just so- argh!” You clench your hands.

“What bond, what bond could be so important to accept or reject and create divide” you sigh Jayce frowns in thought and Viktor watches you.

“It’s obviously to do with us, our bond maybe, there’s nothing in the tomes I’ve read about vampires, werewolves or mages coming together” he runs a hand through his shaggy hair.

“We still have time” Viktor soothes.

“Do we?” You mutter.

You study every tome even the ones you don’t understand looking for any words familiar to vampire, werewolf, or mage. One of the houses studies is big enough for all three of you to have books spread out everywhere. You hardly eat or drink mainly forgetting to, Viktor being the only prompting it while you and Jayce have your noses stuck in dusty dirty old pages. Ironic seeing as he doesn’t eat anymore.

“Wait” Jayce says suddenly and you perk up watching his eyes scan the page.

“This talks about a magical bond between three hosts” he says and you stand and quickly go to him.

“A magical bond is placed upon three beings of right qualities, red appetite, gold eyes and blue runes” you frown following his finger as he reads.

“The gold eyes will appear first but the blue runes will have already manifested. The red appetite comes next awakening from near death and then the blue runes will awaken to control the red appetite and gold eyes” Gold eyes, Jayce being turned, the red appetite, Viktor in hospital, and you blue runes.

“How do we complete the bond?” You ask.

“Manifesting this bond can go two ways, one of divide shadows and steel and eruption. Or of harmony and control” you freeze it’s exactly what you saw in your visions.

“Blue runes will see these futures, and only blue runes alone can complete the bond or break the bond” he adds.

“And how to I complete the bond?” you ask.

“There’s nothing” he frowns and you look to the book seeing nothing but blank paper under the text.

“Damn it!” Your magic flares knocking the books on the desk on the ground and leaving Jayce winded.

“Sorry- sorry” you sigh fixing his hair.

“So I’m just magically supposed to know” you slump against the table.

“There has to be more somewhere” Viktor pipes up but you grip the strands of hair on your head.

“Láska” Viktor mutters taking your hands in his.

“I’m just done with all this cryptic nonsense” you sigh and sag.

“I know you are” Viktor says his voice like a soothing silk. The books prove to have nothing more apart from that one text. It drives you mad, teetering on frustration all the time like a live bomb.

Viktor seems to be different you notice though, he flinches often, he doesn’t speak as much, his eyes are always swirling with red more than anything. Jayce has asked and pressed but got nothing but indifference and brush offs. You’ve tried too and received the same thing. You find Viktor staring out the window one night a weird aura to him. You stand from the bed and approach him carefully.

“Viktor?” You ask careful not to wake Jayce.

“You’re useless” his words are cold and sharp making you falter.

“What?” You ask.

“Useless” he repeats.

“What- why, why would you say that?” You say heart clenching.

“You’re supposed to be a powerful mage and you can hardly keep yourself together or complete a simple task” his eyes turn to you cold with black swirling in them.

“You will be the cause of this cities fall”

You wake up with a gasp sitting up in your head covered in a layer of sweat with tears rolling down your face. A dream? A vision? You frown.

“What’s the matter?” Viktor’s voice is soft and soothing and you shudder. He was so cold in your dream so unapproachable. You realise the whole thing had been a vision the days only mere minutes.

“Sweet thing?” Viktor whispers gently cupping your cheek making you look to him. You still have tears rolling down your face and he frowns wiping them away.

“What happened?” He asks again and you shake your head sobbing leaning against him. He holds you close gently rubbing your arm as you feel Jayce stir on the other side of you. Jayce gives Viktor a questioning look but Viktor shrugs softly continuing to hold you. You hold him tightly one hand gripping the fabric by his heart.

“Not you, please” you beg.

“Not me what sweet thing?” Viktor prompts but you shake your head. You continue to cry unaware of the blue glow your hand emits before your magic spurs. There’s a gasp from you and Viktor then a flood of emotions, feelings, memories, you feel your magic embedding itself into Viktor’s skin over his heart. You pull back in shock panting heavily as Viktor stares wide eyed.

“What happened?” Jayce asks worried.

“I saw- felt” you struggle off as Viktor’s eyes come into focus. He frowns tugging his shirt down you gasp at the rune embedded in his skin glowing a soft blue pulsing in time with his heart. It’s strange a crooked line with a curve on the end like a boxy c and a dot in the middle of the boxy c, it’s not like any rune you’ve seen on your body at least you think it’s not.

“What-?” Jayce frowns behind you but there’s a surge of power and feelings. Viktor groans his forehead resting against yours as you feel his feelings pass through you and your feelings pass through him.

“You did it” he mutters and you frown.

“Did what?” You ask.

“The bond”

Next part ->

[woundedoves]

Supernatural Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Arlecchino x bottom GN!reader (NSFW)

A/N: this might be a series actually idk, i had so much fun w this one not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

Warnings: a lot of claws, bruises, blood sucking and knotting.

I love thinking about Neuvillette’s potential claws. ugh they would feel so good when he’s fingering you. like, pumping his fingers in and out, his nails just barely touching that sweet spot and it has you arching your back; crying out for more like a whore.

he would have a poker face but he is absolutely transfixed, the way your thighs shake, your breath quivers and your hole just sucks in his sharp claws with ease and eagerness is too fucking good. he loves watching your hole, loves how it clenches around his fingers when he curls them just right, loves how you whine and mewl when his nails graze your insides.

if you have a cock, he’d love how it throbs, weeps pretty pre-cum when he drags his claws against it and pokes the head. if you have a cunt, he loves just rubbing and teasing the clit until you cum from it.

has you bent over his desk, his claws digging into your hips as he drills his cock into your overstimulated hole; hissing when he feels you tighten as he digs his nails even further in your skin.

loves to just grab your hips as you’re riding him and start slamming into you with an inhuman pace that has you curling your toes and seeing stars. sometimes just, grabs your hips and uses you like a fuckin flashlight; no matter your weight. just loves the soft, warm skin against his cold and stiff claws, warm hole wrapping around his cold cock so well. everytime he fucks you he feels like a feral animal, your body heat gives him such a shock that it makes him shiver and whine as he cums into you; his favorite thing about your body is how warm it is during sex.

werewolf wriothesley absolutely loves knotting you. that feeling when he makes a sharp thrust to knot and you claw at his arms as you sob that it’s too much, as your thighs still and your chest heaves and his knot goes inside and you cum again with a drawn out whine of his name just because of it.

loves it when you play with his tail, wraps it around your thigh when he’s fucking you into the bed doggy style. has even more powerful thrusts thanks to the werewolf part of him, love just planting his hands on the either side of your head and absolutely slamming into your hole over and over again as you go limp and just take it like a good whore; tightening around him when he growls.

big on breeding kink, doesn’t matter if you can have kids or not, he’s shoving that knot inside you to keep his cum inside. favourite position is the mating press, takes your ankles with one hand and wraps his arm around your legs; positions himself just right so that he can hit that sweet spot over and over again when he starts his breeding session with drilling his fat cock inside your used hole while you claw at the papers on his desk and cry out so loud half the meropide has probably heard you two by now.

bites your neck hard as he gives you one final slam of his hips and releases his load inside you, leaving you open mouthed and shaking as he keeps his hips flush to your ass; wants you to feel his cock throb and pump loads of cum into you as your own sex weeps and burns with overstimulation bliss.

vampire arlecchino loves standing up positions much more. loves to trail your sensitive, shaking body with her claws as she feasts on you; her pyro infused strap burning your insides in the most mind numbing way possible while her cold lips and claws have you shivering against her helplessly. licks the bruise on your neck when she’s done, giving more power to her thrusts; bending you as you search for support while steadying yourself on the wall with your hands. brutal pace, slick noises and whorish moans that belong to you fill the room while you can hear her breathing heavier; her claws digging into your hips and scratching your chest.

feeds on you on her own personal bed, gets you on her lap; gently unbuttoning your silk shirt as she places kisses on your neck. licks the skin above your pulse as she pulls off your underwear and her claws force their way inside your hole; you try to keep still but your thighs end up shaking anyway, which she finds amusing. fingers you rough, by the time you have your first orgasm as she bites into your neck, your hole feels so sore. you moan as she sucks your blood, her fingers ghosting over your sex teasingly; your hands desperately grip her arms as you roll your hips for some sort of friction.

loves to face you while fucking your brains out, your nipples will always be assaulted non stop while she’s setting a pace so hard that it makes your body jolt up and up until she grips your hips and forces you down on her strap; making you arch your back and cry out her name as your whole body goes still and you finally cum.

[nethhiri]

Little Red Riding Reader

Werewolf!Killer x Reader x Huntsman!Kid

Warnings: MDNI!, noncon, knotting, dp, no holes barred, forced orgasms, virginity loss, breeding, forced pregnancy, dark themes

One minute you were on horseback, headed towards the small village that your grandmother resided in. The next, you were on the ground pinned under your horse, screaming for help. Something had spooked it, causing you both to fall. The horse was able to get up and sprint away. You were left on the ground with a broken leg. It was dark, your own fault for leaving too late. You couldn't see very far ahead of you, the only light coming from the full moon. You heard your horse scream in the distance, a noise that was choked off swiftly. Something was out here.

There was no way you could stand. You could feel your lower leg beginning to swell. Maybe you could pull yourself from the trail deeper into the woods to hide. If you could do that, and get away from whatever scared your horse, maybe you could make it til the morning, when people would surely be out and able to help. You sucked in a breath and dragged yourself by your elbows and good leg, crawling into the edge of the trees. You could feel your clothes snagging on branches and tearing. You bit your lip, trying to make as little noise as possible, but whines of pain and the labored breathing of your effort made it futile. You clawed at the ground, desperately trying to pull yourself under one of the larger bushes to hide. You made yourself as small as possible and curled up on the ground within the safety of he branches. Your hands covered your mouth and nose to muffle your breathing.

Something large was crashing through the brush. You heard branches snapping and loud snarling. The sniffing of the beast grew closer and you heart felt like it was beating so hard that the creature, whatever it was, would be able to hear it. You held your breath, silently praying to whoever would listen that the beast would move on and leave you alone. The sniping twigs seemed like they were right next to your head. The low growl of the creature was so close that you could imagine you felt the heat of its breath. You wouldn't even let yourself cry, for fear it would smell the tears.

It started to move away. Its fur brushed against the leaves of the bush you were hidden in. Without warning, there was a blistering pain in your leg. It was already broken and now it felt like the flesh was being torn from the bone, like hundreds of molten hot needles were sinking into the skin. The scream that ripped from your throat was cut short as you were dragged violently out of the bush and something heavy pressed on your windpipe.

There was a massive wolf above you, but it was much bigger than any wolf you'd ever seen before. Its fur was light in color and its eyes seemed to glow red. Why did it feel like the paw on your neck was choking you instead of stepping on you? The creature's muzzle dripped saliva as it sniffed you, and licked the blood from the wounds on your leg. Its tongue was long and hot and dragged up your body until it got to your face. You didn't realize how much of your clothing had been torn until you felt the wet saliva cooling your skin where the tongue had been.

In a moment of clarity, you gathered your legs under its belly and kicked as hard as you could. All that did was make it angry and make your hurt leg scream with pain. The paw was removed from your throat and was replaced with teeth digging into the skin. If you moved at all, they would pierce you. It seemed like the beast was toying with you. Why didn't its jaws snap closed on your neck already? Tears streamed down your face and your body shook with fear. A noise like a husky laugh left the creature's maw. You were so afraid, you must be imagining it.

In the blink of an eye, the weight was lifted from you and the wolf was gone. You didn't ask questions, you tugged yourself up to your good leg and started to hop away as fast as you could. You were doing well, too, until your foot caught a branch and you face-planted. Branches snapped behind you and you were too frozen by fear to turn. You hoped the wolf would bite the back of your neck and end your suffering.

"Are ya still alive, little lass?"

At the voice, you pushed yourself onto your back. There was the figure of a large man with an axe. Your eyes were fixated behind him, waiting for the beast to appear.

"Don't ya worry about the beastie. I took care of him."

The man bent down and picked you up a little rougher than you would have liked, and flung you over his shoulder. As he walked toward the trail, he passed a large bleeding shadow that you recognized as the wolf. You glanced at the axe to see blood dripping from it. He must have really taken care of the wolf as he said. Something heard your silent prayer it seemed.

The man brought you to a cabin not too far away. He probably heard your screams. They were certainly loud enough to reach this far. He took you down a flight of stairs, a basement maybe, and placed you on a bed. The man looked at your leg and brought some bandages to cover the wounds.

"Th-thank you," your mouth was dry and you were still shaking. You managed to get the words out. "My h-horse..."

"Sorry to tell ya but your horse is wolf food." The man continued, "It's okay though. This is my guest room. You can stay here as long as you need. " A smile touched the edges of his lips. You found it odd.

"I'm Y/N." You said. "I'll be fine. I can leave in the morning."

"Don't be so sure." He was grinning in a way that would have scared you more had you not already been shaken up. He patted the bandaged leg. "These injuries don't heal well." As he went back up the stairs, he called back, "Call me Eustass."

On the bed, there was a nicely folded nightie. Did he put that there or had it been there already? You must not have seen him put it there. How would he know he would have a guest? Why did he have that in the first place, though? He was handsome in a burly way, you could imagine that he may be the type that had guests often. You left it there. It would make you uncomfortable to put it on in someone else's home, even if your own clothes were shredded in places. You got under the sheets to stay warm but your leg throbbed and kept you awake for some time.

When you awoke, Eustass was sitting on the stairs, watching you. A grin split his face when he noticed your eyes were open. He came over to you. Now that there was light, you could see how massive he was, and he had bright red hair. His amber eyes raked over your body and he picked up the nightie.

"Didn't wanna put this on?"

"I- it felt strange."

"Put it on." He looked at you intently. "It's rude not to oblige someone when you're a guest in their home, especially when they saved your life."

You swallowed and stared at him. What?

"If ya can't do it yourself, I'll help ya." He grabbed the front of your shirt and ripped it off you, and did the same with your bottoms.

"Stop!" You kicked at him and instantly cried out when you made contact. You forgot about your injury.

He laughed. "Oh I can't wait to hear more of that." He cut through the center of your bra with a small hunting knife that you didn't notice before. He made a sound of approval as your tits were freed.

You clamped your thighs together as he ran has hand down your center, toying with the fabric of your panties. Tears started to form.

"I like these on." He left them alone and tossed the nightie to you harshly. "Ya better be wearing it when I come back."

Your voice shook. "What are you g-gonna do to me?"

"Nothin ya won't enjoy... eventually." He laughed again as he left.

You were in more trouble than you thought. You threw the nightie over your head, just to have something to cover you. It barely had substance. You might as well be naked. You tugged the sheets over you. The tears flowed freely now. There was no way you could get out of this. There was one exit and you were sure he either locked it or was watching it. He probably wanted you to try to escape so he could treat you more roughly. Would it be better if you told him you were a virgin, or would that only stir him up more? He didn't seem like the type to be gentle.

The door opened and Eustass appeared, followed by another man. Your heart dropped. This man was almost equally as large, though leaner. They were going to rip you in half if both of them took you. You felt lightheaded, as if you were going to pass out.

"Good girl. Ya listened." Eustass put his finger under the thin strap of the nightie. "Ya picked a nice one, Killer."

He was talking to the other man. That was his name? Killer? That didn't bode well for you. The second man had long, full, sand-colored hair and wore only jeans, with a tuft of the same color hair poking out from the waist. Across his torso, there looked to be a freshly healing scar.

"If I h-had known this is w-what you would do, I would have let the wolf eat me." You pulled your knees into your chest, attempting to mentally leave your body.

The second man, Killer, laughed. "He still might."

His laugh sounded familiar, husky, distinct. Before you could think about it too much, Eustass started unbuckling his belt. You turned away and heard the metal buckle hit the floor. A hand grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him.

"Look at me. I want to see that cute face."

You were forced to look at him grinning down at you. Then he pushed the back of your head until you were face to face with his cock. It was still half flaccid and already intimidating. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you would pass out.

"P-please don't do this." You weren't above begging. Tears were streaming down your face. "I'll do anything else. Please."

Eustass seemed to consider it, glancing back at Killer. "Fine."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you."

"Suck him off," Eustass pointed his thumb back to Killer.

"Wh-what?" You went cold. "But you said I c-could do something else."

He pet your hair condescendingly. "Yeah. Ya we're going to suck my cock, and now ya can suck his instead. See? I'm nice like that."

You looked at your knees as you knelt on the edge of the bed, questioning where you went wrong.

"Darlin' don't be scared." The other man spoke. "Be sweet for me. I don't wanna hurt you."

Killer leaned down to grab your hands and put them on the waist of his jeans.

"Go on, then. You're a big girl. You know what to do."

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. If you complied, maybe they would let you go. You didn't want to be killed, or worse, kept. Your hands looked so small next to him as you tugged his jeans down. You were expecting to find another layer before you were confronted with his cock, but that was not so. It bobbed in front of your face. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about it, just pretend that it wasn't happening.

You shyly opened your mouth and moved forward, lips coming into contact with the head. A salty taste hit your tongue as you took him in your mouth. You knew you were to move your head and keep your teeth off, but that was as far as your knowledge went.

He grabbed the back of your head by the hair and pushed you down farther on his cock until you choked and gagged. You pulled away coughing.

"Use your hand, too. Don't act like you've never done this before, you little slut."

You refused to meet his gaze, face heating up fiercely.

He laughed his husky laugh. "You have sucked dick before, right?"

You shook your head ever so slightly, tears reappearing at the corners of your eyes.

A more boisterous, loud laugh rang out from behind you. "Yer kidding me. Killer, ya picked up a virgin?" He laughed again. "Yer lucky, girlie. We're great teachers. Ain't that right Kil?"

"You're in good hands, pup."

What a weird choice in words. You shivered in the skimpy outfit they made you wear and your leg throbbed.

"Relax, lass. I'll have ya off that leg in a minute. In fact, I'll hold it on my shoulder for ya. How's that?"

You felt the bed dip behind you, but dared not look. You didn't want to know what Eustass had between his legs. You were sure you couldn't take him even half-hard. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them up so that you were on all fours.

Eustass brought his hand down on your leg, shoving his fingers in any tooth holes he could find, squeezing it until you cried out, which didn't take much. The second your mouth opened, Killer took his opportunity to shove his cock back into your throat. Maybe if you made him cum, he wouldn't get it up again to fuck you. You put more effort into it, trying your best not to gag.

"Hm? You like it now, pup? That's right. Good girl. Nice and deep." Killer groaned.

Suddenly you felt a thumb press into your slit, rubbing over the panties. It made you squeal in surprise. You couldn't say anything to tell him to stop, mouth full of dick, not that he would listen anyway. You pressed your thighs together. You heard Eustass spit behind you.

"Keep pressing those pretty thighs together for me."

You felt something slip between your thighs. An arm? No. To your horror, you realized it was his erection. He moved it in and out of your thighs, rubbing it up against your slit. You felt your panties get wetter the more he rubbed. It was hard to concentrate on what was going on when you were so focused on not gagging. Killer put both hands on your head, gripping your hair and forcing your head to stay down as he fucked your mouth.

"Sorry, darlin'. Can't help myself when your sweet lips feel this good wrapped around me." Killer moaned. "Swallow it all now, little one."

The same salty taste poured into the back of your throat, nearly suffocating you with its stickiness. You thought you would pass out until he finally took his cock from your mouth. Snot, drool, and tears stained your face. You gasped for air and nearly gagged as the rest of his seed clung to the sides of your throat. You coughed, trying to clear it so you could breathe.

Eustass held your hips in a bruising grip, fucking your thighs at a pace that had you very concerned about what he was going to do to your cunt. You cried out as a hand fell heavily against your backside. The larger man rutted his cock against you with increasing fervor. You felt your panties be pulled to the side, exposing your pussy. You tried to pull away from his grip out of fear. There was no way you could take him.

"Don't move like that or it might accidentally slip in." He said in a taunting voice.

You whimpered but stayed completely still as the tip of his cock abruptly pressed between your labia. It didn't go any further, but you felt something hot and wet coat you and drip onto your thighs. Eustass pulled your panties back in place and rubbed them into the mess he had made so that they were uncomfortably wet and sticky.

They didn't let you have a break, swiftly flipping you on your back. Killer replaced Eustass between your legs. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. What was he going to do if he wasn't hard anymore? Killer pushed your thighs apart further and lowered his face between them, taking in a deep breath. He looked like he was practically drooling.

"Wha- What're you doing? Don't do that!"

"No need to be embarrassed. Gotta get you ready. We don't want to break our new toy so soon."

You strained your neck watching Killer lick between your folds through the fabric of your panties, squirming at the foreign feeling. Killer had a firm grip of your thighs, not allowing you to pull away from him. Your view was soon blocked by Eustass straddling you. His golden eyes stared down at you like a predator with his prey. It made you shiver. The grin splitting his face brought tears to your eyes.

"If ya think cryin will get ya out of anything yer mistaken." He laughed and slid his hands under the silk of the nightie you wore. "A virgin and great tits. Mmph Killer ya have outdone yerself."

Eustass tweaked your nipples harshly, causing you to yelp. That seemed to spur him on, grabbing you with more force. His limp dick was still leaking cum onto your chest where it rested. Every so often it would twitch, like it would become hard at any second. At the same time, you felt your panties tear. You barely had time to register it before you felt link you were being licked once more. An involuntary gasp pried past your lips as you felt the tongue push past your labia and into your entrance.

"Stop! Don't lick there!" You weren't sure about the feeling and it felt wrong for a tongue to be inside you. "It- feels weird."

"Baby, if you'd rather have cock just say so", Killer teased.

"No! I want to leave! Please let me go!" Fresh tears coated your face.

Your pleading and tears seemed to have the opposite effect on Eustass, whose erection was growing by the second.

"You're sick! You know that?" You yelled at the man looming above you.

"Keep telling me how sick I am, lass. I like that shit."

He pushed up the nightie and spit between your breasts, smearing it with his hand. He snickered and dropped his heavy cock onto your sternum, grabbing your tits and holding them together around it. He thrust between them, the tip reaching as far as your face. You turned away and he gripped your hair, roughly turning you to face him.

"Open yer mouth."

Your lip trembled and you were unable to open your mouth until Killer forced it open with a moan. At that moment, his tongue felt a lot deeper than it had been a second earlier. Your cheeks burned red, mortified that a noise of that nature was forced from you by these brutes.

Eustass seized that opportunity to force your mouth wider and slide the glans past your lips. It was only the tip and your lips were stretched tight around him. The only silver lining was that it muffled any other noises you might have made. Eustass continued to thrust between your breasts and into your mouth while Killer was determined to taste every inch of you. His tongue was unrelenting as it bullied into you and it only stopped when he turned his attention to your clit. Your eyes went wide as he licked and sucked it, never having experienced that feeling.

"Oi, Killer, keep doin whatever yer doin. I think she likes that."

Your protests were muffled and you stopped as soon as you realized Eustass was enjoying the vibrations on his dick. A warmth formed in your lower belly and something there felt like it was being twisted into knots. It was such a strange feeling and you weren't sure if you should run from it or go towards it. The feeling intensified when you felt something slide inside you. Something moved in and out of you, pressing into an area that that made you unconsciously buck under Eustass's weight. You didn't know what was coming over you. A wave of heat passed through your body and it arched against your will as something happened that you couldn't explain. You didn't even realize that Eustass had pulled his cock out of your mouth until you heard your own voice crying out. You were ashamed and embarrassed that you were getting pleasure out of this ordeal. How was that possible when you didn't want any of it?

Something salty and warm hit your face and dripped into your mouth while you were still reeling from your first orgasm. Your hands were gripping the sheets, but uncurled to wipe whatever it was from your face.

"Meant to get it all in yer mouth, but I wanted to hear ya cum."

You shook your head. "N-no! I didn't! I didn't."

He laughed loudly again. "Oh, sweetheart, yes you did. Came right on Killer's fingers."

Eustass moved off you and Killer leaned over you, bringing his fingers to your mouth.

"Taste yourself," Killer prompted, before becoming impatient and shoving his fingers in your mouth. "Suck."

You did as he commanded, all the while trying to project yourself out of your body. You didn't miss that Killer's cock was hard again, and he certainly would want to use something other than your mouth.

"Ya wanna take her ass or cunt?"

"Tough choice."

You felt like you were about to pass out again. "No! Not there. Please not there." Bile rose in your throat.

"Your choice, lass. Ya can have one in each hole or ya can have us both in yer cunt."

All the hope you had of avoiding any of this was swiftly snuffed out. You had seen both of them fully erect. Just one of them would rip you, so to take both at once was out of the question.

Your lip quivered as you answered. "First one."

"Uh-uh. Say it," Killer ordered.

You looked down shamefully. "O-one in my- my front and one in m-my back."

"Say ya want us to fuck yer ass and yer cunt." Eustass grinned.

"I can't."

"Say it or I'm gonna make it hurt."

You began to sob. "I want y-you to f-fuck me in my- in my- ass and my c-c-cunt." You covered your face with your hands as you cried into them.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it, lass?" He nodded to Killer.

The blonde man replaced his fingers in your pussy, adding another as he did so. Your knees pulled together at the uncomfortable stretch. He held one of your thighs almost to your chest while he worked you open with his fingers.

"You say you don't want it but you're so fucking wet. I think you like it. Maybe if you're a good girl, we'll keep you. You have nice, wide hips. I bet you'd look so good with a big, round belly."

He cursed under his breath as he pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his cock against you. His, now free, hand went to your other thigh and pushed that one to your chest as well. Then he sank his cock slowly between your folds. The burning stretch brought more tears to your eyes. You sucked in a breath to stifle the pain, yet a pathetic mewl still came from you, to the delight of your captors.

"That's right darlin'. Keep whining for me," Killer leaned down to growl in your ear.

At least he was merciful enough to start slow. That didn't last long. Soon, he was pressing his full weight into you and fucking you at a blistering pace. It hurt, yet there was a pleasure there too. He pressed his thumb into your clit, trying to force another orgasm out of you.

"Why don't ya relax? Let go. We can take real good care of ya if ya let us," Eustass taunted.

Killer pulled out briefly to flip you back on all fours. Eustass pulled you on top of him as Killer slid his cock back into you. As Killer fucked into you, Eustass grabbed at your breasts and forced his mouth against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hair, preventing you from pulling away or catching your breath. He ripped the nightie away from your body. He was unrelenting as he bit your lip, your neck, your breasts. He liked making you squeal. You weren't even sure if you were crying out from the pain of his bites, or Killer beating up your cervix with his thick shaft.

"Put yer hand on my cock. Feel how hard ya make me." Eustass took one of your hands and guided it to his shaft, helping you jerk himself off. "Tell me where ya want it."

You shook your head.

Eustass repeated his command and brought his hand to your throat. "Don't piss me off, sweetheart. I can make it hurt worse than it already will."

You gasped trying to take in a breath past his grip. "I w-w-want it in my- my..." You were starting to devolve into sobs again and you clawed at his hand to pry it off.

Suddenly your head was jerked back by Killer grabbing your hair. "What is it, pup? You want my fat cock there instead? C'mon, now, tell us."

"Just get it over with!" You desperately pleaded. "Put it wherever you want! I don't care anym-"

Your voice was cut off as Eustass squeezed your throat again. This time he gripped it so tightly that you couldn't make a sound. The edges of your vision turned black and the blackness spread inward. Your head flopped forward as you gradually became unconscious. Vaguely, you felt him release you.

"Alright, Killer, quit playin' around. Finish what ya started."

Your vision was blurry as you gasped for air. Strangely, you felt your cunt tighten. The breath on your back grew hotter and saliva dripped on your skin. There was a sharp pain on your hips, like claws digging in to the flesh, and you swore you felt blood drip down your body. You grit your teeth in pain. Your cunt wasn't getting tighter, Killer's cock was getting bigger. How was that possible? An animalistic growl reverberated against your back. It didn't sound human.

Abruptly, you were rag-dolled around until Eustass pinned your back to his chest by slipping his arms under your thighs and pulling them apart. You screamed in agony as your broken leg shifted in the process. Then, your eyes settled to the sand-colored abomination in front of you. It was the wolf that had attacked you, except it was Killer, too. This wasn't possible. There was a fresh scar where Eustass had gotten him with the axe. This was all a set up. This was their plan all along.

The werewolf leaned down and slid its slimy tongue from your cunt to your neck, then stuffed it down your throat to stifle your screams when he resheathed his leaking tip back inside you. Even its penis was no longer fully human. It was no wonder it felt like it was growing inside you. He was at least a half a size larger than he was when you saw him before. Eustass's grip prevented you from shutting your legs and getting any sort of relief from the tearing pain Killer caused you. And Eustass's erection was prodding into your backside, as if he was threatening to shove it in at any moment. They were going to rip you in half after all. The pain was causing blackness to tickle the edges of your vision again.

Eustass used one of his hands to rub your clit as Killer's massive clawed hands took over holding your legs apart. You heard that same eerie laugh come from his maw. That pressure from before lingered in your lower belly and tightened with every thrust that Killer made. How could your body betray you like this?

"Your cunt is so tight and wet. I can feel it milking me." The Killer-creature's voice was distorted. "It's begging to be filled with my cum. I'm going to breed you full of my pups."

"No! Please don't. N-not inside."

Eustass laughed darkly behind you. "If ya want to live, ya better beg him to bear his pups. Otherwise this ends messy." The man nipped at your ear. "The whole pack will have a turn with ya, but they always fight and end up tearing the poor girls limb from limb. Why d'ya think we're so good at this? We've had lots of practice."

The situation was impossible. Every ending involved you suffering. Maybe if you played along like they wanted, they would ease up like they said they would. If their goal was to break you down, it was working. You decided that this was the way you would survive.

"Try again, little one," Killer sneered.

"Breed me, please! Fill me with your cum. I promise I'll carry your- your p-pups. Just let me live!"

Hearing your own words was having an effect on your body, making you feel hot. The beast growled in pleasure and bit you hard on the neck. You felt pain as the sharp teeth punctured your skin and you felt the blood drip along your skin. Killer lapped up the blood with the flat of his tongue. The pain you were feeling had dulled somewhat, though you didn't notice right away. The only thing you noticed was your own pleasure growing as he fucked into you.

"M'gonna pump you full and you're gonna cum on my cock. Understand?"

You nodded, unable to speak, unexpectedly swallowed whole by the pleasure you were now feeling. The way he was grinding his hips into you sent you over the edge. You felt your walls tighten and flutter around him and you let out a guttural cry as you came hard on his cock. He made something akin to a howl as you felt something hot fill your belly and leak from the sides of your cunt. Then you felt that growing sensation again, stretching your pussy out. You expected him to pull out but he flipped you so you rested against his chest. You moved to readjust yourself but found you were stuck.

"Killer's gonna hold ya still with that knot while I have my fun. Ya didn't forget what ya wanted me to do, did ya? Killer got to fuck ya full in that virgin pussy and now I get to do the same with this pretty little asshole."

Killer held your wrists and pinned them to your back in a bear hug. Your eyes about crossed when Eustass slid a spit-coated finger into your ass. You were ashamed that, past the pain of insertion, the pressure of it against Killer's cock filling your cunt felt sort of good.

"See I told ya if ya were a good girl, we would take care of ya."

You flinched as he added another finger and massaged them in and out of the muscular ring. He added a third, which had you squirming to get away, but Killer's knot held you down just as well as his grip. Tears fell down your cheeks and you gritted your teeth as you felt him press the tip against you. It hurt. Your cunt being abused for the first time was one thing, but this was another level. You cried out as he pushed deeper.

"Sorry, lass. Ya cumming on Killer twice has me a wee bit jealous. I'm impatient." Eustass sheathed his full erection in your ass with some help from his spit and the cum leaking from your cunt. "Fuck I wish ya could see how stretched out ya are, taking both of us at the same time."

Eustass started to move, making the burning, sore pain more evident. Hot breath hit your face as Killer licked the tears from your cheeks. It felt like you were being split in two, yet at the same time your clit was being pressed into Killer's abdomen and every thrust from Eustass into your ass was making it rub against him in the best way.

It wasn't long before you were crying out in pleasure instead of pain. Eustass was railing your asshole and Killer's knot had even deflated just enough so that he could rock within your walls. There was a molten ball of pleasure building in your core, burning so hot you didn't care what was happening to you. All you wanted to do was to reach it.

Eustass gripped your asscheeks and pounded into you. You felt your cunt squeeze and twitch around Killer. The pressure inside you was building and every thrust was sending you closer to unleashing it. Now they were both fucking into you in a matching rhythm. Killer's cum was coating the inside of your thighs as his knot deflated. They were rubbing against your sweet spot and bringing you so close. You bit down on Killer's chest and screamed into it as your orgasm was unleashed. A gush of liquid splattered against Killer's abdomen and made sinful squelching noises as Eustass chased his own release.

"Oh fuck, ya little slut. Ya squirted. Fuck. I knew ya wanted it. It's like ya were made to take us."

With a grunt, Eustass made several more pumps into you and then sprayed the rest of his load over your back. As you lay on Killer's chest panting, you licked over your lips and tasted blood. There was a small semi-circle where you bit him. He didn't seem angry with you though, he was beaming at you for some reason, petting your hair.

After another few days, they let you go. They filled you up a few more times, but you were more compliant with the promise that you would live. By the time you were able to return to your home, your leg didn't hurt anymore. Maybe it was never actually broken.

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A month passed with no further contact from your abductors. Every time you heard a wolf howl, you jumped, and you no longer went out at night. In the past few days, however, you had begun to feel ill. On this night, when you heard the howl, you howled back. And on the following day, you woke up to discover that your village had been decimated, everyone slaughtered. Everyone except for you, who was covered in blood that was not your own. The place on your leg that was bitten a month prior began to throb and before you knew it, your legs were carrying you back towards the cabin in the woods, where it seemed like the sand-colored wolf was waiting for you.

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[Chapter 2]

Summery: After moving out of the big city and into the forest, you meet some men that might have some awners about whats been causing your pain.

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Groaning as your alarm wakes you, you glance over while hitting the snooze button. It was 7:30 in the morning and you had to get up. Sleepily you remember that you were moving today. Blearily you rub your eyes and contemplate getting up at all. However, you couldn’t delay since tomorrow the people who bought your house would be moving in.

Struggling to stand up as every muscle in your body ached and pulled on itself, it was as if they didn’t sit right in your skin. Your tummy aches and burns, and the scar from the dog bite that you had gotten on your wrist as a teen pulled and burned like a brand, you were almost in tears as you grabbed the outfit you set out. It was a simple t-shirt and jeans. 

Everything else was pretty much ready for the movers. You grabbed your heated blanket, three sleep stuffies, and your blankie picking them all up with care and putting them in the front seat of your car. You just lean against your car for a moment and bask in the cool morning air. It would be nice to leave the city behind, it was a blessing your job could be done remotely as a freelance accountant.

The morning felt never ending as the movers loaded everything up in their truck and you managed to get on the road. The pain you felt only got worse even with tylenol and ibuprofen. It was agonizing and you couldn’t take anything stronger till the end of the day when you unpacked some of your stuff and were off the road.

After a few hours you and the moving truck reach your new home, it was a good size cottage with a garden in the back. It looked like it was going to fall apart in a few places but you had been on the phone with a contractor that would help get it all sorted. It also was against a mountain and had forest surrounding it, the chirping of birds felt comforting as you looked around. It was about an hour from the nearest ‘big’ town and was right on the border of a national park. It would be a nice place to raise a family, if you ever got around to it. Although, at your age that most likely was out of the cards. It was stunning and eased the longing feeling for the forest. 

Breathing in the scent of pine you almost moan, you already felt at home. Your body relaxes and the pain dulls to a barely-there ache. You help the movers the best you can, pointing to what went to each room, with their help you put away the small things and they move in the larger things.

The moving company finished moving everything in and you were finally able to lay down and take some real medication. Your doctor had prescribed muscle relaxers, they didn’t ease the ache much and really only put you to sleep, but it was better than writhing in agony all night. 

The doctors claimed it was just due to your age seeing as you were getting older. You didn't believe it since the pain had been plaguing you for decades since you were in your late teens. It made no sense seeing as your body still seemed the same as it was when you were eighteen, you didn’t even have gray hair or wrinkles yet!

Grabbing your heated blanket and medication you climb into bed, taking your meds and then laying down your body is wracked with agony. You gasp and moan in pain, you writhe as your bones and muscles pull and burn. Howling in pain as your body feels like it's on fire. You curl up in the fetal position and sob loudly.

Gasping you still cry, grabbing your heated blanket you put it on max heat and pray for it to maybe, hopefully work. Your eyes run with tears and you feel suffocated as your ribs felt as if they were breaking. The noises that come from your mouth were animalistic, if you weren’t in so much pain you would have been mortified.

As the night progresses it only gets worse and worse, it lulls for a while and you relax. Taking in deep breaths you hope it’s the end but a wolf howls out somewhere in the yard and you are brought right back into pain. As you look in the full body mirror leaning against the wall your eyes are a glowing orange and you look off. You looked like the second to first transformation in an animorphs book.

Eventually your body takes mercy and you pass out, crying yourself to sleep. Your dreams are filled with wolves and forests. You felt safe and at home in your dream, it was so easy and you didn’t hurt. The moon was full in your dream, the forest was stunning in the moonlight. As you meander through the woods, an odd feeling takes over you.

You had been horny before but never this much. You felt hot and sticky and so- so needy. Your body contorts in your dream into a face down ass up position. The urge and lust for babies takes over you. Whining you spread your legs more hoping to entice someone into filling you up. You gasp as someone finally does something, licking at your hole, you can’t tell who it is but it feels so good…so right. 

“Please please, please….pleaaassseee…” you whine desperately for someone to fill you up.

Your breathing stutters as you feel your hole stretch open, it was so warm and comforting. The pace was slow and considerate before it ramped up to something more intense. You had never felt so good ever in your life, none of your sparse partners had ever gotten you to this peak. Reaching your peak you tense up and dive over the edge of pleasure. You moan loudly and clench down. 

Just as you came down from your high, it became cold and your hole clenched around nothing. You whine as you slowly wake up. Rubbing your eye, you were incredibly sore which wasn’t new but the insides of your thighs are tacky with your release. Mortification washed over you as you realized that you had been humping your pillow during your sex dream.

Getting up way too quickly, your body protests and you cry out in pain. Stumbling to the shower you wash off your shame and put the pillow cover in the washing machine. As you dress you hear the doorbell go off.

As quiet as possible you climb downstairs but end up slipping and falling on your wrist causing pain to shoot up your arm. You cry out in pain and gasp harshly. Coupled with the soreness from last night you couldn’t get up and instead curl up in a ball and cry.

Someone knocks on the door again “You alright there?” The voice was rough and deeply masculine “I usually watch the house so I have a key, can I come in?”

“Give me a minute…” You whimper and stand up shakily.

You stumble to the door and open it.

[hedwig221b]

For the fic recs, anything with babies please? Or just pregnant stiles?

I'm weeping I love kid!fics and mpreg!Stiles...

👶

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.

“Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over.

“I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21

A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way.

Last To Know by Never_Says_Die

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.

An Alpha's Baby by Dexterous_Sinistrous

It had been more than a year since Stiles had been home to Beacon Hills. Things didn't end well between him and Derek. And now, returning with a baby, Stiles starts to question if he really did the right thing and leave, or if he should have stayed.

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent.

It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm.

Awesome.

And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.

Joy.

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Be Strong by blacktofade

A hunter breaks into Stiles' house and Stiles deals with them.

Safe Place to Land by Green

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

Wolf Cub by moodwriter

A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another pack’s cub and that’s why, on a rescue mission, it’s Stiles’ job to take care of the wolf cub who’s curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.

Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts.

The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish.

Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?

Empty by DiscontentedWinter

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott

[ekathaenyra]

Imagine tommy being werewolf and finding y/n somewhere in the woods injured and bringing them back home to help them heal instead of eating them like tommy usually does or something along those lines

English isn't my native language, some sentences are translate with google, i'm sorry if there's mistake

It's my day off so I'm just writing all day!

Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

A cold wind blew through the trees, making Y/N shiver. Leaves crunched beneath his feet, and every step echoed in the oppressive silence of the forest. Night had long since fallen, and the darkness made every branch sinister, every bush suspicious. Lost, exhausted, Y/N tried to find his way back, but it was clear that he had ventured too far. The moon shone, full and bright, above the treetops, bathing everything in a silvery light.

But suddenly, a noise. A branch cracking, there, just behind. He turned abruptly, his heart pounding, searching in the shadows for the origin of this noise. His eyes scanned the darkness, but he saw nothing distinct. Yet he felt that he was no longer alone.And then, a growl. A deep, threatening sound, which made his whole body shudder. Y/N stepped back, tripped over a root, and fell flat on his face in the mud. In the darkness, he saw two glowing eyes staring at him like headlights in the night.

The silhouette of a massive creature slowly took shape, muscles rolling beneath thick black fur.

It was a werewolf.

His limbs shook with terror, every fiber of his being screaming to flee, but the pain of his fall prevented him from moving properly. A violent tear in his calf tore a cry of pain from him, and he watched helplessly as the creature approached. Its fangs flashed in the moonlight, and the monster leaned over him, sniffing his scent.Y/N closed her eyes, waiting for the fatal blow. But, against all odds, the werewolf did not attack him. Instead, the creature stood still for a moment, as if hesitant, then let out a growl, less aggressive this time. The beast seemed... intrigued? Or perhaps even worried?Y/N opened her eyes, surprised not to have felt any tearing pain. The creature, immense, was still staring at him, but it did not move.

Then, slowly, she leaned down and grabbed Y/N with surprising gentleness. Unable to resist or even understand what was happening, Y/N felt her strength abandon her as the werewolf lifted her like a featherweight.In a painful half-sleep, Y/N felt the creature move with him in its arms, its large paws treading the ground without a sound, as if it knew the way through this dark forest perfectly. The trees seemed to parade around them, and the moonlight cast strange shadows on the beast's face, accentuating its size and wild air even more.

After what seemed like an eternity, Y/N felt the air become heavier, as if the forest had thickened around them. Then, they arrived in front of an old wooden house, hidden behind the trees. It seemed abandoned, yet the werewolf's steps were calm and assured.

The door opened with an ominous creak, and the interior was dimly lit by a few flickering candles.The werewolf gently placed Y/N on an old dusty couch, then stepped back slightly, still watching her with his piercing eyes. Y/N, still in shock, didn't dare move, for fear of awakening the creature's savagery.

But something unexpected happened. In front of him, the beast began to transform. Its muscles contracted, its fur retracted, and slowly, it took on a human form. In a few moments, it was no longer the terrifying werewolf, but an imposing man, with a marked face and intense eyes.

Thomas approached again, silently, and began to examine Y/N's injured leg. His gestures were surprisingly gentle, almost cautious. He frowned at the wound, an expression of concentration and determination in his eyes. Y/N, still in pain, nevertheless felt a strange comfort in feeling the presence of this man who was so frightening. After a while, Thomas slipped away and came back with a basin of warm water and strips of cloth. He began to clean Y/N's wound with unexpected delicacy. Y/N's eyes didn't leave his face, trying to understand what could possibly motivate this usually brutal man to help her like this, him, a complete stranger.

"Why... why are you doing this?" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling.

Thomas didn't answer. He continued his work in silence.A heavy silence settled. Y/N didn't know what to say, and Thomas continued to bandage her injured leg. Thomas' gestures were methodical, as if he had already treated wounds before, but the intense look he sometimes gave Y/N betrayed a certain embarrassment. A glimmer of something that Y/N couldn't quite define.After a few minutes, Y/N felt the pain diminish. The bandages were tight but not uncomfortable. Thomas straightened up, his hands covered in dried blood, but he didn’t seem to be aware of it.

His eyes were lost in space for a moment, before he returned to the corner of the room, taking an old dusty blanket that he delicately placed on Y/N.Y/N, exhausted and numb with pain, let himself fall against the back of the sofa. Despite everything, a question lingered in his mind. Why was this man, this monster, acting like this? He closed his eyes, letting himself be lulled by the warmth of the fireplace that Thomas had lit in silence.

When she woke up a few hours later, the room was still plunged into semi-darkness. Thomas’ massive silhouette stood out against the glow of the fire. He was watching, sitting nearby, his eyes fixed on Y/N. He hadn’t moved an inch.

“Thank you,” Y/N murmured, still slightly groggy.

Thomas simply nodded. He seemed oddly vulnerable in that posture, despite his imposing build. As if something in his heart had pushed him to act differently that night.

[holylulusworld]

Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Summary: You knew it was a mistake to go into the woods at night.

Written for: This is my dark and mordern interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood for @boxofbonesfic​​ 𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒰𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒…challenge. Congratulations on your milestone again.

Square G2 filled for @allcapsbingo​​: Claim fuck 

Ship: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!(LittleRedRidingHood) Reader

Tags/Warnings: angst, chasing, fear, dark!fic, werewolf trope, a/b/o, scenting, marking, mating, huge cock, dub-con, non-con due to monster fucking (yes, you heard right; we will get the big bad wolf this time), smut, unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, biting, blood, transformation, manipulation,  implied kidnapping, the reader is an adult and at age, this story is 18+ 

Words: 1,8+

A/N: Please consider I stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote something dark this time. Head the warnings and read at your own risk. Don’t like, don’t read.

Little Red Riding Hood. 

That’s what people call you. You found it cute when you were younger, adorable even. Now that you are a grown woman, a feisty and stubborn one, it’s not adorable anymore, it’s an offense.

You’re still wearing a red hooded cloak in honor of your grandmother. She passed away some years ago, and you just can’t forget about her, or the fairytales she told you.

About wolves lurking in the dark. Finding their mates by watching, searching, and sniffing around humans. She warned you not to go into the woods after dark. You could only visit her cabin nestled deep in the woods during the daytime.

All your life you listened to her warnings. Never enter the woods after dark. All your life, until tonight. 

Grief held your heart in such a tight grip that you had to visit her cabin. 

It’s not too far from your home, and you believe nothing will happen to you if you follow the path you know by heart. The one framed with wildflowers and the sigils your grandmother carved into the trees. For protection – she always said, while mumbling words you didn’t understand.

If only you listened to her. 

Now you are on the run, chased by a man-sized beast. You only got glimpses of the beast hunting you, but it was enough to know it would kill you if you let it get closer.

“Omega,” it snarls in your direction, knowing that you are hiding behind another tree. “Come to me.”

You gasp as the large wolf-like creature stops in front of the tree. It looks directly at you for a moment. The wolf throws its head back and howls loudly.

“Go away,” you whisper more to yourself than the creature. You place your hand on the tree trunk, praying that the sigils your grandmother carved deep into the tree will protect you from the beast.

The sigils are faded, but the beast won’t get close.

“Omega.”

The wolf snarls at you. It waits and waits as you remain behind the tree. You hold your breath as it steps toward the tree. 

It whines, and you swear its features are twisted in pain for a second before the wolf steps back again. 

“No.”

“You’re mine,” it says. Or at least you believe the wolf speaks to you as it moves back. The wolf sits down, waiting patiently for you to come closer. “Come here.”

You violently shake your head. “Go away, beast,” you reply. You’re still out of breath from all the running and try to find a way to escape the wolf without running again. If there is a way.

“You’re scared,” a deep guttural noise leaves the beast’s throat. You still have no idea how you can understand its words. “Good.”

Your eyes widen as the beast stares back at you. Up close it looks even taller than before, and you know you won't stand a chance.

“Come here,” it insists.

When you don’t move a muscle, the beast stomps its forepaws on the ground. The ground shakes violently. You scream in terror as the tree protecting you from the beast splits into two halves.

All you can do is jump out of the way to avoid being hit by the tree’s branches. You land on your back, crying out in pain as the beast purrs in your direction. “I will tame you, feisty omega.”

You’re shaking in fear. Whatever the beast is after, it’s not its next snack. That wolf wants something else, so you fear.

“Go away.”

You stare at the beast, watching it tilt its head. It listens to your ragged breathing and silent whimpers. Whatever the beast in front of you is, it knows you already lost this fight.

“Go away…just go away,” you chant. “Please let this be a nightmare.”

The wolf watches you for a heartbeat, and another before howling again. This time, the beast straightens its back. It keeps its eyes on you.

It rolls his shoulders back, whining low as you hear bones crack, and muscles tear. You can’t look away, you can't run as the wolf turns into a human-like beast. 

The beast stands on its hind feet and clenches its fists. Even though it looks more human now, it’s still a beast ready to devour you.

“No.”

You stand up and go for a sprint. Panic rises in your chest as you hear the beast follow you close behind. You look over your shoulder, screaming in terror as the wolf chases you again.

Its speed is inhuman. You can’t compare. While you aimlessly run through the woods, praying you’ll find one of the trees your grandmother marked, the beast is right behind you.

“Stop now," it calls for you. “I’ll be kind to you. I won’t hurt you.” 

You keep running, but the beast won’t have it. It stomps his left hind foot again, shaking the ground. You fall to your knees and crawl away.

“These woods belong to me and my kind. Our ancients walked these grounds ages before your kind was born. Soon you will be one of us, my omega and mate.”

“Leave me alone. Please just go away,” you sniffle as you scramble to your feet. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

"I smelled you from a mile away."

He stalks toward you, chuckling darkly. “I like the cloak, take it off and put it aside. We don’t want it to get dirty when you are on your hands and knees for me. Be good, and I won't hurt you.”

You’re frozen to the spot. It feels like your body obeys the beast’s orders. “Do it now, omega.” You unclasp your cloak with stiff fingers. “Good girl. Now put it aside and come here.”

It’s a struggle not to scream as the beast pounces on you. You end up underneath the enormous beast, trembling as it's nose buries into your neck. It inhales your scent, snarling and purring as its claw-like hands rip your clothes to shreds.

“You’re mine.”

You sniffle silently as the beast manipulates your body. It runs his furry hands all over your body, as you try to let your mind wander. One of its claws pushes your upper body down and holds you to the muddy ground.

You struggle to not lose your mind. The last thing you want is to feel the beast spread your legs or his face buried in your cunt. Its long tongue teases your folds, making you whimper at the odd sensation. This monster forces you into submission with every swirl of its tongue.

“No,” you whine and scream, hoping someone stops the beast. It’s no use. The wolf slips its long tongue into your cunt, slowly fucking you with the skilled muscle. “Oh god, no. This can’t be…no.”

Its hot breath fans over your exposed ass while his tongue slides in and out of you. You have never felt so helpless before. A beast pushes its tongue inside of you, and all you can do is drool and moan.

You writhe on its tongue, hips rolling on their own as you chase a high you didn’t ask for. The beast growls against you, greedily drinking your juices when you gush over its snout.

“Good omega,” the beast purrs as you feel like in limbo. A boneless body, getting lifted by the beast. You feel it shift behind you. With its enormous, dense body, it covers your trembling form. Its fur tickles your skin as the wolf wiggles its hips. “Have all of me now.”

Your eyes snap open the moment you feel something bigger prob at your entrance. You took a big cock before, even a knot. But the thing slowly pressing into you is far from normal. “No…too much…stop.”

“You can take it, omega,” it purrs in your ear. “Take me. All of me.”

The fight is over. You must surrender. 

The beast slowly inches its way inside your body. You cry as the wide stretch is painful. It's too much of the beast, and it still pushes further in. “Almost.”

Tears spill from your eyes as the beast snaps its hips into your ass. You are entirely at the beast’s mercy. It covers your body and presses you into the ground. Its huge cock is nestled inside your body, and all you can do is let it have whatever it wants from you.

“So good.”

The beast starts to move, and it feels like it tries to be careful. It doesn’t make sense. The wolf was chasing you, and now it forced its cock inside of your body. “Relax, ‘mega,” you hear his voice turn softer. “You are doing so well for me, Y/N.”

You gasp. How can the beast rutting into you know your name? 

“How…?” you choke out a moan as the beast angles his hips, now hitting that spot making you see stars. Your vision becomes blurry as the beast on top of you starts to slam into you in abandon.

“You’re mine.”

Your body surrenders first. Your walls tighten around his thick cock, and you feel slick run down your thighs. It’s over. The beast got what it wanted and will kill you after it’s done with you. You’re sure of it.

“Mine.”

A scream tears from your throat when the beast’s teeth sink into your neck. It breaks your mating gland, growling against you as you pass out.

The last thing you feel is the blood running down your neck and its cum filling your abused cunt. “Mine…”

You wake. It’s odd, but you wake. 

After what happened last night you didn’t expect to breathe another day. But here you are sleeping on a soft mattress.

“You’re awake, good.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You recognize the voice from last night, but it's not the wolf standing in front of you. It’s one of your regulars from your library.

He often comes to town to borrow books. His name is James or Bucky. 

“What?”

“You must be very confused,” he bares his pearl-white teeth while speaking to show off dominance. “You will adapt soon, doll. I had to mark you before anyone else got the chance. You were ripe for harvest and I’m alpha prime, the one who can choose his mate first.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you whisper as you touch your neck. There is a scar in form of human teeth, but nothing else. “What happened…it must’ve been a dream.”

“Not a dream.”

Bucky morphs his face. 

“No! No!” you scream as the beast looks back at you. “This can’t be…why?”

“Because you are mine and this is your new life. You never have to go back to town ever again. Soon my pups will grow in your belly. We are going to be a big happy family.”

Your blood runs cold as you press your hand to your belly. “No…no…”

“If we didn’t make it this time,” he grins wolfishly, “I love trying…”

Part 2

I won’t do tags for this story because it’s a dark story. I don’t want anyone to read a story which isn’t their cup of tea.

[kiyosw]

How bout ei and miko (separate) with an s/o thats like a werewolf who goes into a rut an ends up knocking them up

MY ***** IS ON FIRE, & YOUR **** IS THE EXTINGUISHER.

CHARACTER(S): RAIDEN EI, YAE MIKO.

— WARNING(S): NSFW, GN READER WITH WOLF TRAITS, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALE'S GENITALIA, CREAMPIES (ALL), BREEDING KINK, SCRATCHES, POSSESIVE MARKING, CRYING FROM PLEASURE.

NOTE: sorry for the long response, went through a hard writer block😓😓 anyway, here u go!

ei as the loving archon she is, keeps the dates on where your rut/breeding season usually happens.

but what if it came too soon?

she noticed your abnormal habits today. Ragged breaths, excessively warm in touch, fluffy ears down, tail waggering slowly, glowing and teary eyes that only happens when it's already that time.

eyes tearing up from the frustation and lust that's very present, Ei knew you entered your rut week, despite it being a few days early.

your quick senses indicated that she's only a few steps away. Not wasting any moment, you quickly pounced on her.

your body desperate for her touch that doesn't need any explanation because of the throbbing bulge against her thigh, she let you relieve your frustration into her.

you're rutting your hips against her crotch, your mouth busy on her right breast and your hand on the other. the now lust-filled archon can only look at you, whiningly moaning with every sensation you make her feel.

pulling back from her body, then suddenly her thigh lightly touched your raging manhood underneath your clothings.

that simple accidental touch fueled your desire to fill up her desperate pussy over and over again. <3

patience incredibly running low, you hastily tugged on your belt and buttons, and pulled down your underwear.

the tip already leaking with precum, length and veins throbbing and standing proud. the sight of your cock is enough to make her pussy twitch with anticipation.

inserting the tip hurriedly already made you whine needingly. your thrusts so deep that any moment now your tip might reach her womb. <3

"ah!~ d-dear, slow d-down— nghhm!"

slightly scratching your sensitive ears was enough to get your dick twitching and ready to release your thick load for her.

thrusting into her dumbingly, your drool making it's way to your chin because of the highlightened pleasure caused by your heat.

not even able to her your dearests pleads to slow down your trhusting as you're too drunk on the thought of pumping her cunt full of your thick cum. <3

not even stopping after cumming inside her, just marking her porcelain neck as a reminder that she's yours, while thrusting again into her needy hole.

"mnngff fuck, fuck, fuck ei im gonna cum deep into this pretty pussy of yours until you carry my child."

whimpering and whining top of her as you still continued to thrust deep inside her cunt, both your releases making such a lewd, squelching noise.

folding her almost in half that her legs are aching from how high it's being held, her screams and tears of pleasure continues while she just keeps on being a good girl for her needy, little wolf. <3

releasing in her so many times that your cum infused with hers just gushes out of her hole afrer thrusting back to her cunt that's still needy for your cum. pussy already wrecked and filled, yet she still wants to feel your cock all over her.

but what if your rut happens early because of her own heat occuring now?

WARNING: READER IS CALLED AS A "good little wolf", SIZE DIFFERENCE, SOMNOPHILIA.

this cunning, fox woman doesn't even need to set dates into her calendar to know if you're already in your rut season. she's a kitsune that has heightened senses and goes in heat too, remember?

tail wagging and ear twitching as she sniffed her mate, you , that's peacefully sleeping unaware of the already lust-filled kitsune beside them, that's internally battling herself to just pounce on you.

it's already late at night, but a certain kitsune got woken up by a sudden damp spot between her already aching sex, and a burning desire to be filled up.

her mind's already hazy, her body screaming internally to straddle your mouth-watering slutty waist and just grind away at your delicious dick.

and she actually did what her intrusive thought told her. Straddling your waist, immediately grabbing at the hem of your t-shirt for support then started to grind on you.

"ngfnh fuck, such a good little wolf.."

not even trying to be quiet and nonchalsnt about her doings, she just wants you to pin her under you and pound into her aching and leaking pussy.

while she's doing her stuff on your hard dick too focused on her own pleasure with closed eyes, she failed to notice your fluttering eyelids opening.

"ngh, my little fox still needy for me even when I'm sleeping?

startled, she quickly opened her eyes, realizing you woke up by her antics.

hair deshiveled, eyes still sleepy n half lidded looking at her lust-filled gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, fluffy ears bent down because of the sudden arousal.

the sight alone made her fought herself to not let out an embarrassing moan.

and she didn't even notice you flipped her because of the lust and need she currently has. such a dumb, naive fox she is.

hovering over her now, your tail wrapping against her left thigh, broad shoulders towering over her figure while you nip at her porcelain neck is enough to make her pussy wet with so much slick just for you. <3

"mmn please just put it in, I've been a good fox to you, didn't I?"

removing her panties aside, her slick leaving a tiny bridge over the fabric making it such an erotic sight.

whipping out your cock, making it lie over her pussy lips, feeling over her slick and grinding it over your cockhead all the way to the base.

"oh darling, you don't even have to say please. just you grinding over me is enough to keep me wanting for you more."

thrusting at her hole vigorously, every thrust kissing away at her cervix makes her see stars while you pound away at her, founding relief and greed at the same time at her pussy.

holding up her waist, you hastily moved her robe to set free her mounds, doing all that while you're still pounding on her with just her moaning n whining helplessly about how good it feels. <3

"mhm fuck I'm so close! I want it mh inside all of it!"

you couldn't resist her, after all. finishing inside her, your cum filling her up into the very end of her womb, then thrusting again for another round.

by how many cum you let out inside her, even one thrust made it overflow and drop onto her milky thighs. but that doesn't mean she doesn't need more of you.

"oh baby, you just can't get enough of my cum filling up your pussy, huh? don't worry, we have more than enough time to fill you up."

[monstersholygrail]

Bite Me Baby

Werewolf bf x fem!reader— rough sex, clawing, marking, biting, brief mentions of blood, edging, aftercare

You had been nervous when you told your Werewolf bf that you were a vampire. You knew there were all those legends about your species being ancient rivals and even worse how some still believed in them. You knew your bf wasn’t like that and yet you were still nervous.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his reaction. Instead of apprehension or worry, your Werewolf bf’s eyes flooded with lust. About the same time yours overflowed with alarm at the sight of it.

Further alarm moving through you when Werewolf bf jumps to tackle you down onto your bed. Inhaling deeply at your scent he can now pinpoint where he previously couldn’t before he nuzzles into the flesh there, adding his own scent to yours. Tiny growls leaving him as he does. You’re frozen, eyes wide, not knowing what to make of this reaction.

“Do you know how hard it’s been trying to hold back from taking you as roughly as I’ve wanted? Not wanting to break my pretty mates human body,” Werewolf bf snarls.

His hands move down your shape with a new fascination. His love for your body, perfect as it is, grows even deeper. He no longer bothers to be gentle, claws scratching down your form, fingers digging into your flesh, weight leaning on you. All to see how much you can take.

You moan, finally feeling his touch on a higher level than ever before now that neither of you have to hide or hold back any longer. “I want everything you can give me,” you beg.

Werewolf bf snarls, hands rushing to rid you of your clothing. Trying to be respectful but eventually using his claws to simply tear through what left you had on. You cry out, only getting more aroused by his intensified dominance.

“I expect you to bite back,” Werewolf bf snaps cheekily, a feral smirk on his face.

You go to bite back, so to speak, when Werewolf slams his long length inside you in one thrust, turning your words in a fierce shriek. All speech is immediately forgotten as your bf begins pounding into you. Sharp claws digging into your soft hips as he helps slam you down on his cock with his every movement.

Your body curls unnaturally in around his and he chuckles, watching how you squirm for him. Arms wrapping around his neck you bring his warm body closer to yours, allowing his cock to sink in even deeper inside you. Mirroring moans leave you both and Werewolf bf nips at your throat.

While sex with your Werewolf was naturally mindblowing and out of this world, the connection you two manage to reach now is nothing like you’ve ever felt. The pleasure not only coming from your bodies but also from your hearts. Nothing else standing between you two, both of you free to be yourselves and basking in the freedom of it. The acceptance you’re both met with continues to intensify the actions between you.

Suddenly remembing his words you nip back, but being a vampire your fangs naturally happen to sink in even deeper. A load roar echos throughout the room. Your bond with him forming as you mark him brings an indescribable ecstasy. Shocked from the noise you lean back, your fangs leaving with it.

The feeling suddenly fades and Werewolf bf snaps his hips even harder into your weeping pussy as it contracts around his length, eagerly searching to get that sensation back. Your jaw drops, your mind momentarily losing itself as you think about how good he’s fucking you and how addictive the feel of his cock is. Shaking your head of all other thoughts you force yourself to focus on your bf.

“My love, W-what’s wrong?” you pant out, rolling your hips and trying to keep up with his furious speed. Your body practically moving on its own as it subconsciously searches for him.

Werewolf bf merely grunts, brows furrowing as he searches for an explanation. The only conclusion he can come to is that you’re a vampire. Marking someone of his species must be different. Follow different rules and needed different steps.

But in the meantime… until those rules were followed and those steps were taken… you could mark him as many times as you wanted. It would fade as soon as your fangs left him and he’d get to feel that ecstasy once more.

Overcome with a newfound urgency, Werewolf bfs pace gets impossibly faster, making a complete mess out of you as your pussy gushes with arousal. His stamina only achievable due to his werewolf genes. Your bf shakes his head, huffing loudly as he moves.

“Nothing. Nothing. ‘So good, baby. So good. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” Werewolf bf snaps in desperation, tiny whimpers and whines leaving him.

Your hips arch as a gasp rips from your throat. Eyes widening you can see just how deeply you’re affecting him. Satisfaction swirls through your gut. Time and time again your Werewolf bf has managed to reduce you to nothing but weak noises one-word responses. Now the tables are turning and he’s finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

Truly wanting to make him pay, you clench your tight cunt down on his cock and watch as he howls, his eyes growing hazy. You lean up and lap at the drops of blood trickling down his neck. Werewolf bf begins to pant, his cock driving into you as a force of which only two supernaturals could ever withstand. Your bf’s hair stands on end and your body buzzes at the nerves he ignites within you.

“What? Want my fangs in your pretty little neck? Would you like my mark?” You whisper slowly in his ear, fang grazing the lobe.

Werewolf bf’s hips jolt forward, slamming into your cervix and you cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure in an addictive fashion. You both hold onto each other, squeezing tightly. Using each other to ground yourselves against the friction of your bodies. Neither of you caring to be gentle any longer knowing you can take it as if you were made for each other.

And history called you enemies? When there has never been a match more perfect.

“Yes. F-fuck, please! Mark me. Over and over again until I pass out!” Your boyfriend growls out, his words barely audible through the rumbling animal noises leaving him.

Your eyes widen, having never heard your bf beg before. You start meeting his rabid thrusts with even more vigor and you come to the conclusion that you quite like it. Making your boyfriend a slobbering mess of a pup. With that realization you don’t waste another second before sinking your fangs back inside your Werewolf bf.

He howls his delight, a mix of growls and purrs leaving him as he feels the mating bond form between you. His cock twitches inside of you and he continues the relentless pounding of his hips. The combined sensations clashing together in a way that has him feeling like he can’t even breathe.

But then you remove your fangs and your bf exhales heavily. His mind growing more foggy, eyes growing more glassy, but his pace remaining just as brutal as ever. Never stopping in his pursuit to chase the pleasure he’s certain only you can give him.

Over and over the cycle continues. Sinking your fangs into your bf’s neck, letting the bond form, and then promptly removing them. You feeling the repetitive motion of the bond forming only to have it ripped away just at the precipice. Seeing the way it impacts your boyfriend adds to your already immense pleasure even if you can’t feel it the same way he does.

When you feel your Werewolf bf drooling onto your shoulder you know you have him right where you want him. Throwing your head back with a moan as your bf grinds his cock against the happy spot along your walls, you can see just how deep he is.

“Wanna cum, baby?” She ask through heavy breaths.

Your bf immediately whines, head nodding eagerly. You hadn’t been known he was waiting for your order but you can feel his knot swelling and pushing against your opening. All this too brings a deep satisfaction through your stomach and straight to your tingling messy core.

“Go then. Cum inside me and make me yours. It’s your turn to claim me.”

With those words it’s like your Werewolf bf returns to himself in a snap. With a ferocious roar he’s pulling his hips back and slamming his entire length inside of you. Forcing his knot into your puffy and sopping pussy. Your screams join his own as you two erupt together, your orgasms clashing into each other as you two cum at the same time. The world flashes white as you feel his hot semen splash along your walls, the waves of pleasure more than you can handle.

You both continue your steady rocking, riding out the waves of your ecstasy and prolonging it for as long as possible. His knot and your squeezing pussy keeping you both tightly together. Werewolf bf purrs lowly and nuzzles into your neck, touching as much of you as possible. You reciprocate without even realizing it. The closeness helping you both calm down from what you two experienced together.

The smooth glide of Werewolf bf’s wet nose rubbing along your nose has you humming in content. Adding to the feeling that you’re on cloud nine. A moment later your bf leans back and his content gaze mirrors your own as you look deep into each other’s eyes.

“The mark didn’t stick, did it?” He croaks out the question, his voice holding a tinge of sadness.

You angle your head and look down at his already healed neck. Not even a scar mark left behind. An ache settles in your chest as a sadness overcomes you as well. All it takes is the slow shake of your head to give him a proper answer and your bf lets out a long wolfy whine. He leans back down and nuzzles into your pulse point again.

“I’m going to mark you properly and I’m going to do it soon. Sooner now that I know you’re not human, my sneaky little mate,” your bf rumbles out. He can feel the heat of your blush as it runs up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Now I’ll be able to mark you back…” you whisper in his ear, trying to shake off your embarrassment for having foolishly been nervous to tell your bf the truth about your nature.

Werewolf boyfriend playfully snarls and snaps his jaw near your neck, earning an exaggerated gasp from you. But as your bf’s cock twitches inside your sore cunt, already prepared for another round, you’re not sure how playful that nip was.

You bare your neck to him and your bf instantly grows harder at your submission. Looking into his eyes you issue the challenge and he has no issues meeting it. More than ready to be the one to bite you this time.

[pigeonstab]

Okay so!! This is my first time doing creative writing since middle school basically, I did my best and I had fun so, hope you enjoy! (It's under the cut bc I don't want to have it be too long of a post) Also. English is not my first language, (lmao ik) if some sentences are wack it's because I tried to do something cool and it didn't work.

It's about my college AU and I tried to give enough context for it to be understandable even if you haven't looked through the tags but this is meant to be middle of the story kind of stuff so I do recommend that you check it out before reading..

Also @somegrumpynerd

Killer shivered from the cold in the apartment building. 142, Cross’s door number had been hard to find as the 2 had fallen off, leaving only a lighter imprint on the grimy gray walls.

He probably shouldn’t be here, but when else would he get an opportunity like this? The full moon was the only time he could evade Horror’s suffocating sheltering, the others were suspicious, he knew, and with him being out more and more often Nightmare was getting antsy…

He held his breath, finally finding the courage to knock on the door.

He waited a beat but was met with silence, budding worry tightened around his soul, trying the handle he found it slid open easily and with a strange snap, like the lock had been broken and never replaced.

Peering inside the apartment, Killer was shocked to see how cramped Cross’s living space was, a far cry from his own place, and taking his first steps inside he found it was nearly impracticable, the mess he encountered was more akin to rubble than untidiness and testified of an obvious struggle: kitchen appliances and rags strewn around the floor, broken glass, the counters scratched and one of the cupboards ripped off its hinges, these marks an echo of a wild animal’s rampage. This chaos was so unlike Cross, his uneasiness only grew.

Killer carried on with his exploration, turning his attention to the beat up cupboard, it only took a quick glance for him to recognize a small inconspicuous vial, among the cumin, the parsley and the other insignificant spices; there it was, Wolvesbane.

Killer didn’t get the time to dwell on how or why Cross would even own what was essentially Werewolf poison as a loud thud ripped through the heavy silence.

Killer’s non-existent stomach roiled, he left the cupboard behind, now far from his mind as he set to investigate the noise, following the dried blood trail past the torn couch (he did his best to ignore the smell. Now was not the time. Though he could tell it was Cross’s. A fact which worried him as much as it enticed him)

His shoulders were tense as he got close to yet another door, this one already ajar, he pushed it further, the room must’ve been Cross’s bedroom, it was dark and had he not been a vampire he most likely would not have been able to see, the copper smell was only stronger in here.

Killer froze as he spotted the dark mass near the end of the room. Its breathing rocked its hulking form. It had spotted him. Two white reflections pierced through the darkness and in seconds the wolf lunged.

Killer struggled against it as it clawed and snarled at him with a recklessness Killer did not expect from it. The beast had him pinned under its weight and Killer had to seize its jaws. Pushing the snapping and snarling muzzle away from him, his arms burning with the effort, his soul pounding and adrenaline coursing through him. The fight was constant movement. instinct alone permitted Killer to grab a hold of the thing’s maw and force it shut, pressing from top and bottom while it growled and tried to pull away from him. Killer slammed it onto the floor, to which it stilled with a pained whine.

Killer’s chest was heaving, he kept his hands where they were, unsure if the beast would get back up. When it became obvious it wouldn’t his shoulders dropped and he sighed. His eyes roamed the large wolf’s figure, a flannel Killer instantly recognized as Cross’s was still hanging to it, ripped to hell and back but Cross’s. Killer confirmed his suspicion, turning the wolf’s face to find a jagged scar under its right eye.

“Fucking hell Cross. You couldn’t just tell me these thing could you?”

Killer (despite his semi-serious words and lighthearted remark) felt lost. Why hadn’t Cross told him? He banished the thought from his mind. After all he’d never told Cross about his vampirism either. Why would Cross ever tell him about this?

Focusing on Cross he looked him over, his eyes were hazy and unfocused, a purple tint to them that Killer had never seen in them. Well. He’d unpack that later. For now.. “Up we go” Killer picked up the wolf with a grunt of effort, pulling Cross over his arm and heaving the mass of fur over his shoulder, he got to his feet unsteadily, balancing with the extra weight (a lot of extra weight) and started to long trek back home, starting with getting out of the apartment as inconspicuously as he could with a 120 pound Werewolf on his back…

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[bigenergy777]

Get A Clue~Liam Dunbar

Warring- Cussing, Unprotected sex

"Liam, I don't see the maps! I thought you said you hid them!" You scoffed.

"I did! I know I'm new to this whole Werewolf Pack thing, okay, but I know what I'm doing!" He scoffed back.

"Oh, really, then where is it?” You stared at him while he searched vigorously through the books and papers on the table. His body looked so fit. His expression was concentrated.

 You’ve always had a crush on Liam, ever since he joined the pack. You imagined romantic and dirty thoughts about Liam as you stared.

 You pictured Liam standing there, staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes. Getting lost in his sparkling blue orbs Then you realized you weren't daydreaming, and Liam was actually staring at you.

 "Did you find them?" He asked with a hint of amusement and annoyance.

 "Wh-no. I didn't."

 "Well, if you actually looked, then you probably would have by now," Liam said, turning back to search.

 He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. You watched his every move, checking him out from head to toe. "You know what? I'll look!" He decided. He moved behind you and stopped.

 He stared into your eyes for a minute.You could feel your heart beating quickly, not knowing what to do. You know he could hear the beat of your heart just pumping like crazy.Even you could hear your own breathing without werewolf hearing.

 Liam slowly moved his left hand onto your waist, then snaked it down to your bottom. You could feel his hand grab your butt and his right hand move on your back. He slightly pushed you closer, making you lean in.

In a second, you could feel his soft lips on yours. You moved in sync. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip, and you happily accepted. You made out for quite a while.

Finally, he picked you up and set you down on the table. Slipping your shirt off kissing your neck. You throw your head back, moaning.

 Your fingers run through his soft hair. Liam left kisses down your chest, unclipping your bra, staring at your chest.

 You're gorgeous." He smiled at you. You kissed him, ripping off his shirt. Finally, you both had gotten undressed. You got off the table and got on your knees. You positioned your mouth at the height of Liam’s length.

 You stopped and looked at him. He nodded for you to continue. You took his dick in all the way.

 "Y/N," he breathed.

 His breathing was heavy, and he let out some small moans, pulling your hair back out of your face so you’re able to do it better. You felt him twitch, letting you know that he was ready to cum. You stopped immediately.

 He looked at you, confused. You gave him a smirk. Liam grabbed your upper arm and forced you to back up.

 "You're going to pay for that," he whispered huskily in your ear.

 Chills went down your spine. Your stomach churned. You loved that he wanted to take full control now. You let him turn you around so that you were against the table and your butt was at his waist level.

 You felt some pain as he slammed into you. The pain didn't last long. Pleasure takes over almost instantly.

"Liam!" You moaned.

"Shh!" He told you.

 He covered your mouth with his hands to make sure you wouldn't let out any uncontrollable and loud moans. You tried hard not to shout or make any loud noises so nobody would come in.

 Liam was banging on you like no one else. You wanted to scream so badly. This pleasure was almost too difficult to handle.

 “Liam, I’m so close. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

 He turned and placed you on the table, putting your legs on his shoulders and thrusting into you harder. You put your hand over your mouth this time.

 Your breathing was outrageous and heavy. Surprisingly, the pain was so good you began to cry.

 Liam's breath was making it worse, turning you on even more. You were very close to cumming, and you could feel him getting there, too.

 "Fuck, I'm close! Uh," he moaned quietly.

 A few more hard thrusts, and you two were all over each other. You let out a breath of relief so that you could finally relax. Liam gave you a few more kisses down your body before getting dressed.

 You got dressed fast because, at any minute, someone could come down there.

 Just then, you hear someone put a key in the keyhole. Your head snaps in the direction of the door. Your eyes widen in shock. You looked at Liam, and you both exchanged scared looks.

 "Hurry!" he says.

 "What about the maps?" You say back.

 Liam takes out some old-looking papers from under a book.

"Oh look. I found them," he smirked.

#teen wolf #teen wolf smut #liam dunbar #liam dunabr imagine #liam dunbar smut #liam Dunbar teen #teen wolf imagine

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday: Enid, you’re not allowed to go outside unsupervised.

Enid: But I want to go to the Weathervane.

Wednesday: If I let you walk to Jericho by yourself and a stranger pulls up in a van will you promise me you won’t get in?

Enid: I promise.

Wednesday: What if he offers you a Reece’s cup?

Enid, without hesitation: I’m getting in the van.

Wednesday: You’re staying inside. I’ll take you to get coffee after my writing hour.

Enid: Noooooo, that will take forever. I won’t get in the van.

Wednesday: Even if he has a Reece’s cup?

Enid: Shit, he still has the Reece’s cup?

Wednesday: You’re a liability.

Enid: Okay, I’m sorry, I can do it. I promise I won’t get in the van even if he has a Reece’s cup.

Wednesday: Let’s role-play to practice what you should do in this scenario, if you do well I’ll let you go *clears throat* Hey kid do you want to get in my van?

Enid: Nope. My roommate said I wasn’t allowed to do that.

Wednesday: I have a Reece’s cup.

Enid: Pfft, I don’t—I don’t care. What are Reece’s cups? They sound disgusting.

Wednesday: I have two Reece’s cups.

Enid: TWO!?

Wednesday: And a KitKat.

Enid: *sad werewolf noises* I still don’t want to get in.

Wednesday: And a Snickers.

Enid: But I love Snickers.

Wednesday: Get in the van and it’s all yours.

Enid, whispering: Don’t tell Wednesday but I’m getting in.

Wednesday: I lied I don’t have any chocolate.

Enid: WHAT!?!

Wednesday, pulling out a knife: Now transform you savage dog. I’m going to skin you alive and make your pelt into a rug.

Enid, crying: …I’ll wait for you to finish your writing hour.

Wednesday: That’s what I thought.