#werewolf pregnant

[plumpedxprincess]

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.

[transpecter]

giant submissive werewolf boyfriend lapping at my cunt and pathetically humping the mattress until he cums everywhere WHEN

[fandomnerd9602]

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

[hypbellylver]

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.

[floweringlamb]

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

[expectantdaddies]

Duskclaw, pregnant werewolf.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

[darkdemeter]

・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

[gray-samael]

Summary of my craziness on twitter.

[justaregularken]

Werewolf boyfriend who literally cannot physically get you pregnant still being obsessed with the idea of breeding you because you’re his~

[plumpedxprincess]

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.

[mpreg98]

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.

[rosetyler42]

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?)

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @ssleeping-in-a-coffin @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @ebevkisk @wingingfromthezing @roydoodler-blog @thedopedemon @thedobermutt @thedemonsurfer @inkiedraws @inkhyaena @inkspottie @inkwelldevil @heartsong1994 @howling-nightmare

[expectantdaddies]

Coldfang, pregnant werewolf.

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

[mpreggoblin]

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

[electoons]

giving my ldb a daughter. embarrassing for all involved. mostly me

[silvertiefling]

ANYWAY big shoutout to picrew so i can design katya and @estarion's children without having to worry about actually drawing (not yet anyway)-

the oldest (left) a princess who goes through a phase of wearing dog ears because she wants to look like mommy but only inherited her moms hair and freckles (later she starts wearing a tiara instead of the dog ears)

the twins (right) theres only one because all babies look the same, but one girl, one boy, look like pale angels but are actually satanic spawn and give off the twins from the shining vibe, inherited katyas freckles and horns and eyes but clearly astarion's kids

all have an aversion to shoes because mommy hates shoes, astarion constantly tries to dress them nice and it fails because theyre terrible children who get messy and destroy things