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once you mate with a werewolf there's no going back.
first they start out simple, plumping you up and getting you to put on extra weight. they care for you and cook and help you around the house, buying new clothes and squeezing and rubbing all the new curves that bloom along your hips, thighs, torso and breasts.
then they tell you what's coming. they're going into rut soon and they will fill you so full of seed you'll feel fit to burst. a shiver of excitement runs through you.
the night of the full moon you fuck for hours, and by dawn you're rubbing your belly, bloated with cum and happily sated. you don't think about what the next few months will bring until the morning sickness comes.
and it comes with a vengeance. by the time you realize you're pregnant, you're showing which should be impossible right? but no, werewolves reproduce in litters and you are full of more than five pups at least.
you grow steadily, halfway torn between loving watching your body grow and change and scared because it's only been a few months-- how are you so large already?
by six months you're struggling to get out of bed. your werewolf mate helps you dress in the morning and tears off your clothes at night, fucking you mercilessly into the mattress.
by seven months your nesting instincts are in overdrive. you prepare your delivery room and prepare the nursery and you enjoy learning to cook for your mate.
he comes home from work to see you bent over the oven, checking on the food. he squeezes your hips to alert you of his presence.
he kisses along your neck, leaving little bite marks as you lean against him. he lifts your belly with his strong hands and you moan as the pressure leaves for small stature for a few moments.
"smells good," he rumbles against your skin.
"it's almost ready," you reply, opening the oven to take the dish out.
"i meant you," he says, "you smell heavenly, wearing my mark and so full of my pups. perfect."
as soon as you turn off the oven he hikes up your skirt, which has barely been able to cover your ass for weeks.
he sticks his cock in you, rutting into you at a quick pace, leaving you breathless with pleasure.
it doesn't take long to come, and you feel his cum fill you up even more. you've felt so full for weeks, there's simply no room.
the pups inside you squirm, having woken up from the aggressive movements, and you groan as they kick against each other and you.
the pack's healer said he counted at least six during your last wellness check in, but the pups move around so much it's hard to tell. they are growing big and strong, constantly worrying you about how much bigger you could possibly get.
you'd seen other women in the pack with pregnant bellies, but they were also werewolves, biologically meant to carry pups.
it wasn't every day that a werewolf decided to mate with a human, and while it was perfectly safe, it was definitely more intense.
your belly expanded with each passing day it seemed. with so many pups to grow, you ate throughout the day, and watched as your hips widen, your walking turned to waddles, and your tits grew.
around the nine month mark, you still tried to cook, still gave into the nesting instincts, but you found yourself sitting more often than not.
your shirts barely fit, your hands couldn't reach around your entire midsection, and the pups squirmed every second of the day.
you were so full. your skin ached and your womb worked overtime to expand with the growing pups. they were heavy and strong, and you feared what labor would bring.
but your werewolf mate came home, and like clockwork he bent you over the couch, whispering possessive sweet nothings and bringing you to orgasm.
when you finally went into labor you felt bittersweet. feeling plump and overwhelmed by your belly had become normal.
you couldn't help but dream of doing it again.
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giant submissive werewolf boyfriend lapping at my cunt and pathetically humping the mattress until he cums everywhere WHEN
#sorry im in a werewolf mood#werewolf nsft#mlm#trans nsft#nsft#ftm nsft#mlm nsft#werewolves#monster#lycan#lycanthrope#monster fucker#monsterfucking#monsterfucking nsft#we need to make werewolf boys real so i can get them pregnant#who said that
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞
╰┈➤ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦
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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
cw : MDNI - sub Lestat, top male reader, nsfw, hate fucking, hate sex, love hate relationship, toxic relationship, masochist, sadist tendencies, monsterfucker, lycanthrope, primal play, blood play, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, rearranging his guts, mentions of breeding, knotting, tummy bulge, overstimulation, creampie, size diff, Lestat being a brat, you're so sick of his shit, lil wolfy delulu at the end, not proof-read.
Thinking about how tired you are of this prestigious and pampered vampire always getting the best of you. He's a pompous fuck in your eyes, he doesn't care about anyone but himself and whatever he claims his. A hypocrite, a blonde narcissist, and a huge pain in your ass.
He always gets off easy, yet your blood boils around him. How he toys with your feelings, your thoughts, your body. You can't help but to get mad, to let anger fuel you. To let that hatred that seeped into your bones out and onto him. You aren't his plaything, he's yours.
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"Ah! Mmh—merde! You are...so—so brutal when you're upset!~" Back now arched off the wall, Lestats' body quivered and shook with each grounding thrust of your hips slamming up into him, your girth striking against his prostate with such precision that his eyes began to roll back. His drool soaked lips let slip out various French curses while your nails dug into his small and slimmed waist.
You didn't reply, not wanting to feed into his game of words while your fingers pressed bruising pressure onto his skin, nails making crescent shapes and tearing through the flesh of his waist. You wanted him to feel pain, wanted him to feel your rage in whatever way you could, even if it meant slamming him into a wall and choking him halfway to unconsciousness — even though you knew full well how he got off to such treatment.
"My chiot doux, you—bring me such joy when you come to me like this, do you — ah!~ Do you know that?~" He was egging you in, watching the threatening glow of your eyes and the sneer on your lips. He could hear your heart pounding within your chest like a war drum, your body burning as hot as a furnace as you grounded your hips into the vampire. It was only then that you'd gotten tired of his incessant yapping.
"Shut up Lestat! You know the shit...you pulled! Fucking me over time...and time...again!" You knew full well that there would be blackened bruises to adorn your groin tomorrow, but that was the least of your concerns. Hearing the wet squelches of each thrust and the powerful slaps of skin hitting skin left the others thighs and ass taunt.
"And yet!" He cried out, bloody tears starting to flow down the sides of his face as your thrust only got harsher, his insides clenching around your cock as it throbbed and rammed into all the spots he couldn't reach with his own fingers. "You come to me! Angry!~ So much anger that you don't know what to do with it—ah! Ah, ah!~"
Pulling your hips back to where you were just barely on the brink of pulling completely out, you slammed straight into him with every word that came out of your mouth. Your hand went up to his throat, body practically vibrating as you could feel the heat roll off of your skin in waves. "Fuck—you—Lestat!"
A choked noise left his body as his own saliva slid down his chin and throat, but even while in such a compromised and humiliating position, he couldn't help but to be spiteful one last time. "It seem—you're already doing the fucking, oui?~"
All you could see was red, the pain that flared throughout your body was completely overshadowed by the overwhelming hatred you felt for the vampire. You'd barely noticed that he'd come twice over, decorating both your stomachs as you pressed closer against his body.
Your bones broke with horrific snaps and fused together in new placements as your muscles throbbed and flexed. Your human flesh seemed to peel off as fur seemed to burst through, causing you to let out a deep growl before using your other hand to rip off the wet and bloodied pieces of skin. Whatever clothes you had left on your body were no more, having shredded and fallen to the floor without much care.
The burning, lava-like feeling of your transformation was nothing in comparison to the hot rage you had for the blonde in front of you.
You could hear him blabber on about the real you finally making an appearance, his plush insides practically milking your now much larger girth as your flared tip brushed far past his prostate.
Your body now looked over his in comparison, his small body dwarfed in comparison to your own. Your clawed hands engulfed his waist entirely, all while your bloodied snout buried itself against the crook of his neck. Taking in his scent, the one you hated so much, the one you kept coming back to like a drug — now flared in your senses.
"Mon chiot chéri," he started, only to cry out as your teeth sunk into his suppel flesh. Your maw practically covered the entirety of his shoulder as throat, biting down hard enough that he bled heavily in that moment, but his response was a gutteral moan that made him feel as though he was in the most heavenly experience of his immortal life. His hands reached up to grip upon your still slick and blood soaked fur before panting out. "—love me the only way...you know how~"
Lestats' eyes rolled back into his skull as you used him for your own personal pleasure, holding him as you would a simple toy. He was being held up only by your red leaking cock that bumped into his tummy with every thrust of your hips. He could just barely hear the wagging of your tail as it swept the air so harshly.
You watched in morbid fascination as his stomach seemed to bulge, covered in his own spend as you leaned down and let your tongue drag up his body. The taste of him made your hips rut that much faster, your ears twitching and flicking with every filthy noise that came from him. A low growl hovered within your chest as you lapped up his throat and chin, only to find your tongue exploring his mouth.
He was salivating, uncaring of how fucked he looked under you or how rough you were with his body. You wouldn't stop until you were satisfied, he knew all too well how nights like this ended.
It was only then that he gasped on your tongue that tried to dip into his throat, feeling your bulbous knot proceed to slap against his ass. He knew that his ass would be stretched to its limits, but you didn't care about how he felt.
"Wait—wait!~ Mon chiot—chéri, it will not fit!~" His slurred and half audible whines and pleas went deaf to your ears and only made your cock throb at the idea of filling up your Lestat.
His back continued to arch in the air as his head hung back, his slick hole now being stretched carelessly around your swollen knot that pressed further and further until he'd sucked you in completely. You two were now bound to the base of your cock, and you were yet to be done with him, even as he felt your warmth spilling out into him.
At this point in time,you were practically humping him, holding him up and watching his stomach bulge just that much more. His body shaking and his voice breaking as he tried to claw at your furry hands. Bloody tears continued to run down his face as he babbled on, though you licked them away with your tongue leaving a trail of your saliva and marking him with your scent.
Even as you seemed to hate him, your wolf loved to see him pierced on your cock like this, begging for a break as his body was being handled in such a way. He had no control, and you'd make sure the situation stayed as such until you felt better.
You could feel your cum dripping out from him, leading to an almost territorial growl while leaning over his body, now giving him the pleasantry of having his body on the bed rather than hovering in the air with your hands holding his middle.
He was your bitch to breed tonight. Watching him seem so broken down and helpless made your tail wag even more as you flipped his body, all while keeping him on your knot. The obscene noise he made only made you want him more, to keep him like this even with the risk of morning hours away. Your voice came in a broken growl that somehow made its way into his static filled brain. "My LeStat~"
"Mon cher, I can't— I can't...take anymore...I am full, I can't possibly take much else~" Lines blurred between whether was teasing or simply begging, but you couldn't care less.
You cared more about how much you could pump into him before he looked pregnant with your pups. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold.
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#❍ jackalopes graze#let me live in my delusions#i need to get that man pregnant asap#lestat loves attention and he needs it desperately#male reader#top male reader#lestat x male reader#lestat x reader#lestat iwtv#sub lestat#tw monsterfucking#werewolf reader#lestat de lioncourt x reader#interview with the vampire#male reader insert#x male reader#reader insert#lestat de lioncourt#iwtv lestat#iwtv x male reader#lestat de lioncourt x male reader#dom male reader#malereader#interview with the vampire x reader#interview with the vampire x male reader#iwtv x reader#top reader#x reader#iwtv male reader insert#iwtv reader insert
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Y/N runs into the Avengers kitchen…
Thor: friend Y/N what bothers you? Is everything alright with your wife the werewolf?
Y/N: Wanda has entered the second trimester and let’s just say that werewolves get very…umm…randy during this time
Thor: I do not understand your Earth words
Werewolf!Wanda appears and drags Y/N off to their room…
Y/N: oh baby please be gentle.
Thor: (laughs) nothing finer than wolf love
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#werewolves#werewolf#werewolf Wanda#werewolf lover#pregnant Wanda#scarlet witch#the scarlet witch#wanda maximoff incorrect quotes#wanda maximoff imagine
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I want to be knocked up and bred by a werewolf, or a humanoid wolf beast so bad. I want that hot thick knot plugging up my cunt just to impregnate me with pups. My belly will grow, appearing to be a regular pregnancy, but inside my womb are actually several wolf pups. When they're born they will stretch me open from the inside, sliding down my birth canal until they reach my opening where they have to force me to stretch even more. Each one drags blissfully against my gspot, swallowed up by my contracting vaginal muscles and eventually slipping out. Some would come immediately after another, or at the same time, making me writhe from the stretch. The last one would be the biggest, double the size of my regular pups. It would take ages to come out, its head rounder and harder than its siblings. The other pups would search for my breasts to feed, gnawing their little mouths on my puffy nipples up they started to taste my milk. I would bear down on the final pup, throwing my head back and groaning animalistically. Centimeter by centimeter, it squeezes out and crowns slowly, pushing my body to its limits before popping out, followed by the shoulders and body minutes later. Only then does my wolf come back and lick up the mess around me, checking on each pup before shoving his cock back where it belongs.
#interspecies sex#interspecies birth#birth kink#preggo kink#birthing#pregnant roleplay#birth roleplay#pregnant kink#labor kink#full of pups#furry preg#wolf birth#human x werewolf#werewolf#werewolves
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If only there was a big strong werewolf to pick me up and use me as his little fleshlight and pump me to the brim with his cum, not caring that I’d be heavily pregnant with his pups a few months later
In fact he’d knot me despite my protests and make sure to impregnate me, his cock even harder at the thought of me struggling to carry his rowdy offspring
#pregnant kink#pregnancy#monster fucker#teratophillia#monster kink#werewolf knot#forced impreg#forced insemination
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Duskclaw, pregnant werewolf.
If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.
#mpreg#mpreg belly#mpregnancy#male pregnancy#pregnant man#ai mpreg#man pregnant#male pregnant#mpreg kink#horror#halloween#werewolf
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・issue #2・ WOLF AT YOUR DOOR II
⚤ Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it? ✎ 2.9k Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.
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“No.”
It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”
Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her.
“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”
Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story.
But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind.
Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing.
But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?
That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.
She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her.
Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet.
Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog.
“What?”
“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly.
“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”
Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups.
There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.
And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups.
But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body.
“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train.
You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before.
But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t.
Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley.
‘Fucking hell…’
Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough.
Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly.
“Yeah. Really good, actually.”
Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her.
Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.
Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.
At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location.
However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch.
It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone.
“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test. “It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place.
“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet.
You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”
Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already.
“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway.
“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company.
You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda.
“Good evening, how did the shopping go?”
Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.
“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.”
Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze.
“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.
“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.”
Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”
Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek.
Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.”
The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen.
But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love.
You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate.
So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission.
“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know.
Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.
“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.
“Oh? Are you now?”
“Yes!”
You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands.
“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride.
Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”
“You know… you never did mark me.”
You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth.
“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”
You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”
She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.
“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”
You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.
She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again.
You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.
“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”
“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.”
You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love.
“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”
She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone.
She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish.
With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright.
She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.
“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch.
Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze.
“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”
THANKS FOR READING!
✎ a note from the author, So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part.
on this issue's taglist, we've got: @alexawynters
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Summary of my craziness on twitter.
#art#fanart#sketch#cod#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#22 soap#22 ghost#22 cod#22 soapghost#soapghost#ghoap#pregnant ghost#werewolf!Ghost#human!Soap#mpreg#cod fanart#sergeant john soap mactavish
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Werewolf boyfriend who literally cannot physically get you pregnant still being obsessed with the idea of breeding you because you’re his~
#werewolf fucker#werewolf boyfriend#monster fucker#werewolf nsft#hnnnngh#ken things#owo#bottomposting#this one goes out to my fellow gay werewolf lovers#Maybe we’ll all get pregnant if they try hard enough#switch things#Anyways merry Christmas#Nice or knotty ahahahahahahahahaahahaha#Hopefully knotty am I right#Ok bye bye happy holidays
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two werewolf girls with massive knotted cocks, both plugging themselves in your pussy at the same time. their watermelon-sized balls churning and emptying themselves in your wound, gallons of cum filling you up and pushing your belly outwards, making you already look 5 months pregnant. and there’s no way this cum isn’t knocking you up right away, and it doesn’t look like these fat-dicked ladies are waiting for you to recover for round two
after hours of being bred even your tits and ass started growing, their cum steadily transforming you into a perfect bimbo fertility goddess. the smell of their cum covering your belly is making you horny again, as they blast the remaining ropes of semen over your immobilised body. you’re not done yet. and neither are they.
help i love werewolf girls
ok but their cum turning me into their perfect mate, their perfect lil bimbo. getting so big and stuffed full but it's just the beginning. i'll just keep getting bigger as the days and weeks and months go by. spreading out, filling out as my belly bursts with a big litter of pups.
#mmm yea love this lowkey#werewolves#hyperpregnancy#pregnancy kink#pregnancy#pregnant#pregblr#multiples pregnancy#werewolf pregnant#werewolf pregnancy#fpreg#my.txt#inbox#anon
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Big Red RidingOtter and the Wolfman's Surprise
In a colorful and fantastical forest where gym bros and mythical creatures coexist, Red RidingOtter, a strikingly handsome and muscular man with a love for fitness, sets off on a journey to visit his sick Big Daddy. Big Daddy, once the strongest man in the village, has been laid up with a terrible cold, unable to lift weights or eat his usual high-protein diet. Being the devoted grandson he is, Red packs his basket full of beef stew and protein powder, the perfect combo to help Big Daddy get back to his gains.
Decked out in his signature red hoodie (a gift from Big Daddy) and tight shorts that show off his powerful legs, Red RidingOtter struts confidently through the woods. But little does he know, a mysterious Wolfman lurks in the shadows. Tall, dark, and irresistibly charming, the Wolfman has been watching Red for a while, captivated by his physique and unique energy.
As Red gets closer to Big Daddy’s cottage, the Wolfman makes his move, stepping out from behind the trees. Red, taken aback by the Wolfman’s rugged good looks, feels an unexpected attraction. The two share a flirtatious exchange, but things take a steamy turn when the Wolfman’s true intentions are revealed. He’s not just any ordinary wolf—he’s a supernatural being with a power to connect in ways Red never imagined.
After a whirlwind encounter, Red finds himself not only falling for the Wolfman but also discovering that their intimate meeting has left him pregnant—a shocking but strangely exciting twist in his otherwise straightforward visit. As Red hurries to Big Daddy’s cottage to share his strange news, he discovers that the Wolfman had already paid Big Daddy a visit, and to his surprise, Big Daddy is also pregnant!
Big Daddy, now feeling better than ever, laughs heartily and embraces the situation with his usual larger-than-life attitude. “Looks like we’re all getting a little extra love around here!” he jokes, flexing his muscles while rubbing his swollen belly.
Together, Red RidingOtter, Big Daddy, and the Wolfman settle into their new life, forming a quirky and unconventional family. The Wolfman, who initially started this with mischievous intentions, falls in love with both Red and Big Daddy, realizing that he’s found a family like no other.
In this wild and hilarious twist on the classic fairy tale, love, beef stew, and protein powder bring this strange but lovable family together—proving that, sometimes, the path to happiness takes unexpected turns, but always leads to happily ever after... with a few surprises along the way.
#mpreg#mpreg belly#male pregnancy#mpreg art#mpreg kink#belly kink#mpregnancy#pregnancy#belly#gay couple#gay art#gay men#gaypride#gay bear#gay otter#wolfman#werewolf#pregnant#pregnant man#preggers#preggo kink#gay#lgbtq#ai generated#ai art#ai artwork#mpreg ai#ai#myart#art of mpregworld
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More from the WIR RP-Verse: a fight between Drac and Wilson before he gets rescued by a pregnant Ericka, Mavis, and friends! Bonus Moana shout-out in Ericka's "No one tries to kill my husband but ME!" (Get it? Giant shiny Crab?)
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#hotel transylvania#ericka van helsing#drericka#dracula x ericka#erickula#dracula#my art#count dracula#otp#mavis dracula#vlad dracula#frankenstein#wayne the werewolf#murray the mummy#griffin#griffin the invisible man#ink bendy#ink demon#alice angel#twisted alice#toon alice#brute boris#shipahoy dudley#shipahoy wilson#wilson arch#wir verse#pregnant#pregnancy#protective#rescue
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Coldfang, pregnant werewolf.
If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.
#mpreg#mpreg belly#mpregnancy#male pregnancy#pregnant man#ai mpreg#man pregnant#male pregnant#mpreg kink#horror#werewolf#halloween
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Werewolf x Worthless whore~
god i wish some werewolf to leap upon me and began to fuck my worthless ass for day upon days, filling me with load after load after load as i grow and grow in cubs~ my belly touches the floor even when i am standing as i cum again and again and again over and over again~<3
#birth kink#mpreg#preggo kink#pregnancy#pregnant#birth#mpreg kink#mpregnancy#pregnant kink#gay goblin#monster fucker#monsterfucker#werewolf#rapedoll#rapetoy#rapekink#r@pe k!nk#r@pe kink#r@pe fantasy#r@petoy#r@pe play#monster x goblin
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giving my ldb a daughter. embarrassing for all involved. mostly me
#her mom is an orc and her dad is a wood elf so she's going to be a very pointy orc. angular#like ok i suppose i leaned a little heavy on the elf features but also shes 12. she'll develop more orcish features. Not My Fault 😐#mimiart#weird little girl who pretends to be a wolf -> actual werewolf pipeline#elder scrolls#skyrim#shes sooo sweet and smiley :) idk where that comes from. not either of her parents. neither a point for nature nor nurture#calling her Khara for now. might change idk#re: my caption its only embarrassing because of who she had the child with. he fucking sucks#but so does she which is why they get along and they make each other worse. but also sometimes better#whatever. they love each other and their weird kids#at first they said “no kids absolutely the fuck not” then they decided to adopt alesan because like. hes already pretty much self sufficien#like he had a job and everything right. this will be a breeze hes already pretty much a fully formed human we can just help him out#by letting him sleep in our house right. and then like not even a full year later uloth gets pregnant oops 😬#does anyone here know how to keep a baby alive. thankfully uloth has amassed basically a small village of followers/friends/housecarls#some more responsible and knowledgeable than others. so dw the kids are okay and not dead#they just keep the necromancy and shady black market trading and unethical experiments OUTSIDE THE HOUSE#tes#ocs#oc#khara has only broken her dads finger once. orc grip you know how it is#oh and his nose too. but he deserved it for stealing hers 😑 like what was she gonna do?? NOT steal his right back?? come on
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