#werewolf romance

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon

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[slightly-knot-insane]

Missing You

"Where have you been? I needed you. I needed you so badly." So much pain and desperation was in his voice that you almost forgot he was fucking you senseless. "I was losing my mind without you."

"I know, I'm so sorry." You could barely speak while his knot slammed against your dripping pussy. "I missed you too. B-but we can talk later. Please... Please, fuck me harder."

He growled next to your ear, curling around you, grabbing your soft hips. He started slamming your behind mercilessly against his groin. "Anything you want. Anything you want, my love. Just let me fill you with my seed. Carry my little werewolf children for me."

Your cunt was twitching from delight imagining being bred for days by your huge mate. Giving him what he desires. What you desire just as much. "Yes... Oh, yes... Please don't stop... Give me everything, every drop..."

His hoarse moans mixed with yours as you reached your climax, shaking and pulsating all around him. Slick from your juices he pushed his knot inside you easily, and gave you another orgasm before finishing himself. He howled your name, intertwined with you, and spilled his thick seed into your needy womb.

He laid on top of you and pulled your head backwards. He kissed you with brutal passion, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You gasped, breathless and dizzy.

"Never leave me again", he said before kissing you over and over again. "Never leave my side. Never torment my body and soul with your absence. Promise me, my love."

All you could do was gladly obey.

[monstersholygrail]

Werewolf bf lays out so prettily on your bed, his hands held up against the wall by his unforgiving chains. Not because he’s about to shift but because he’d gone a little overboard with the marking the other night and this was the poor pups punishment.

It was the best thing he could think of, to be tied up and unable to move. Completely at your whim to do whatever you wish to him.

You’ve been going at him for so many hours now he’s lost count. Hands splayed across his chest, nails digging in till his cock twitches. You take his dick better than anyone, like you were made for it as you make yourself cum again and again and every time he asks if he can cum too you give him a firm ‘No,’ and keep on going.

It’s pure agonizing torture and he swears he’s never been more aroused in his entire life. Addicted to just how mean you’re being to him. He grunts and whimpers as your pussy throbs around his length, your slick soaking a wet spot into the sheets and making a mess of his thighs and quivering torso.

Oh, how he wants to mix your release with his, to make it all even more sloppy and depraved. A long groan vibrates through his throat but you don’t even look at him. Your eyes rolled back and drowning in pleasure.

A part him might even regret giving you the idea if it wasn’t for the look of pure bliss on your face as you bounce on his giant cock, taking your pleasure for all it’s worth without a single care for his. He can’t deny how fucking turned on that makes him and his cock gets impossibly bigger inside you.

Whiny howls leave him each time your hips smack against his. He needs more, needs it harder and faster, feeling your slick walls suffocating his cock like a warm embrace.

The urge to break through the chains and grab at your plush hips so he can pound into you like he wants claws at him. But again, his eyes catch onto your blissful expression and his beautiful marks that litter your soft curves and he stays still like a good boy.

His hips do their best to buck and plunge into your scorching depths, but you’ve kept him on edge for so very long and his thighs shake so hard he can’t even hold himself up. Still he knows he’s hitting it good, swiveling his dick as deep as he can go till he hits that spot that has you crying out.

Your pussy starts tightening around him again, clenching him so good his tongue lulls out and drool paints his pillow. He knows you’re close and he wants nothing more than to feel your essence paint his cock. Wanting to cum himself a very close second.

“God look at you about one orgasm away from completely f-fallin’ apart f’me. So… pathetic,” you spit out inbetween broken moans.

He mewls as you ride him even faster. Soft Oh! Oh! Oh’s! falling past your lips each time his cock kisses at your cervix. Reminding you both of exactly where he belongs.

“Y-yes, nngh—baby, yes! Give it to me mean. So fuckin’, haaa, sexy when ya mean to me. Takin’ what you want like t-this— fuck!”

His words send you flying and crashing into a violent release. A loud scream leaving you as your body trembles and struggles to hold itself up with the force. Your cum gushes out of you in waves, painting you both and making your biggest mess yet.

Werewolf bf throws his head back and howls in pleasure, his body giving out and unable to hold back any longer. He uses all the strength he has left and hilts inside of you roughly before hot thick ropes of semen empty all the way inside your womb. Spurt after spurt of warmth filling you to the brim.

When the two of you finally drop from exhaustion, you can only barely release his wrists from their chains. The second you do he growls, his arms curling snuggly around your body, molding your softness to his hard planes. He rolls the two of you over, silently letting you know he won’t be letting you get up from his cuddles for the foreseeable future.

Having taken his punishment in stride he now basks in the reward as he holds you close. Showing no guilt or regret as he happily presses kisses to each and every mark he left. Knowing he’ll only do it again the second they start to fade.

[digitalbvnny]

werewolf!boyfriend who loves having you near, always wanting to have your scent on him. werewolf!boyfriend who loves rubbing his snout against your neck taking in as much of you as he can at one time. werewolf!boyfriend who holds you close in the mornings, not wanting to let you leave for work, begging you to stay in bed with him. claws lightly scratching at sensitive skin in attempts to get you to stay. werewolf!boyfriend who can’t help but breeding you every time he fucks you, needing to knot your tiny human cunt. he’s crying as he’s stretching you beyond thought possible, he just can’t help himself. he needs to fill you up with his puppies, it’s his true purpose. his canines are digging into your shoulder as his body blankets your own. you’re whining, overcome with lust. every inch of your skin burning with pleasure. his cock is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, you can feel every vein and ridge of his member as he pistons in and out of you. his thrust getting sloppy as he pulls you impossibly closer. even after he makes you both come, he’d refuse to pull out, wanting to make sure you become pregnant.

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[lyonnerileyauthor]

four werewolves. the woman they all worship. a super steamy love story.

In Seduced by the Werewolves, Tiff hates her boss, who belittles her every chance he gets. Her mom always tries to tear her down. But it all changes when four hot landscapers howl at her from the side of the road.

Leon, Jace, Eli and Quinn are certain that she's their mate, and they're all happy to share. Can she really date not just four men, but four werewolves?

And what kind of trouble is her boss pulling her into?

This fun, steamy romp is now available directly from my website, or from any online ebook retailer.

You can also get it in paperback with 4 dirty art prints, 4 stickers, and a two-sided bookmark!

[rs-hawk]

A mtf werewolf girlfriend that hates shifting. She struggles with being so hairy, and how huge her cock gets at that time of the month. The only thing that makes her feel a little better is when you point out that you both have a “that time of the month”.

However, you start complementing her when she shifts, much to her confusion and surprise. Of course you love how furry and hairy she gets. You love her hair and her fur is so soft and it smells like her shampoo. She’s big enough to literally crush you but she could step on your throat and you’d thank her (that always makes her laugh). No, her cock doesn’t make you think she’s less of a woman. She’d have to dick you down with a strap if she didn’t have it and this adds excitement to your breeding kink, especially if she would just give into her primal urge and fucking knot you already.

You know that it’s not going to help eradicate her dysmorphia, but you hope it helps, because no matter what your Werewolf Girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world.

[monster-disaster]

[wolf-shifter] Rome + Yes or red

wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader Good to know: tied down, edging

Previously: [wolf-shifter] Rome - Rome's rut starts while you are asleep next to him. [wolf-shifter] Rome + NSFW Alphabet [wolf-shifter] Rome + you take control - It's your turn to take control while the wolf is tied to the bed. Patreon/[wolf-shifter] Rome + for more - You go back to Rome for more.

Summary: Rome has his technique to make you compliant.

Your voice is a broken plea, trembling and raw. "Pleasepleaseplease." The words are nothing more than a breathless whine under the weight of your desperation. Tears cling to your lashes, then spill over, hot and salty as they streak down your cheeks. You can feel the familiar, salty sting on your tongue when your swollen lips part with another cry. "Rome-" His name claws its way up your throat, then fades among your labored breathing. "Please."

The shifter looms above you. His broad frame cages you against the bed. His gaze is sharp and calculating as he watches each twitch and flutter of your body. “You know what I want to hear,” he says, nuzzling his black nose behind your ear. "Just say it, Y/N," he urges you softly, amused. He shifts his hips forward, pressing them against your backside in a firm but teasing motion. "Just say what I want to hear, and you get what you want."

Your flushed skin is damp, glinting under the dim light with a thin layer of sweat. You are right in the middle of the bed, face buried in the tangled mess of sheets that reek of the scent of your mixed desires. Your arms strain, and your wrists sore from the firm hold of the robes binding them tightly to your ankles. Your back arches instinctively, hips raised in the air, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Your muscles stretch, and every shallow breath you take presses your chest further into the mattress.

"But-" Whatever you want to say dies on your tongue. Your words dissolve into a needy, pathetic whimper. "Rome-"

Your core clenches around his cock. Your cunt, swollen and overly sensitive, throbs and drools around his thick length. Your warm, slick walls flutter around him, pleading for the friction you so desperately need. He is soaked in your slickness, and you are covered in the mess of his cum. You can feel it drip down on your thighs, smearing all over your skin.

"Say it," he snarls above you. The rumble of his demand rolls across your spine, leaving you breathless. His chest presses against your back, the hard plates of his muscles following the arch of your back. "You pretty pussy is begging," he says. His breath is warm on the side of your face. "Give her what she wants." You can see his paw-like hand gripping onto the sheets, his fingers curl into the fabric as if wanting to tear it apart.

"I can't-" you cry out, sniffing. Every maddening grind of his hips pushes you deeper into your delirium. Your sight is blurry from the tears soaking your cheeks.

"Of course you can," Rome replies, keeping you stretched firmly around his cock. "Just say yes," he huffs. His muscles are taut from the force he keeps himself from pounding into you. "It would be so easy, Y/N," he coaxes. "Why are you punishing your pussy, huh? With your silly stubbornness." Straightening himself, the shifter pulls out of you, and you sniff again, louder as you try to follow him until his hands grab onto your hips, stopping you from moving. Without the warmth of his fur around you, you feel cold, shivering at the loss of him.

Rome started tormenting you when you laughed about his idea of you moving in with him. Carelessly, you said it would be too soon. Before you knew it, you were on your knees, wrists tied to your ankles. At first, you didn't worry about it. His tongue over your slick folds was too much to think about anything else. He ate you out like a starving man, feasting on your wetness until you were ready to fall over the edge, but then, he stopped. He replaced his mouth with his fingers. He stretched you out with one, two, three fingers while tapping over your clit, drawing small, teasing circles over the sensitive bud. When you still didn't budge, he positioned himself at your entrance, filling you up with his cock over and over again. During the last hour, he came inside you repeatedly, painting your quivering, aching insides with his seed until it started pooling onto the sheets between your spread legs.

At this point, your sensitive pussy is a mess of dripping arousal, and yet, he didn't let you cum even once. Every time you got close, he stopped, letting you fall back from the edge just to start it all over again.

You can feel the head of his cock gliding across your slit. Rome taps at your clit, watching your hip buck from the mix of pain and pleasure. Your arms tense as you try to get out of your restraints, but you don't even have enough strength to move more than an inch. A loud sniff rolls through your body, and for a second, Rome stops everything.

"You know your safeword, right?" The wolf asks quietly, watching every tremble of your body that can tell him that you are at your limits.

"It's red," you reply quietly.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "You know there is no out of this otherwise." His voice drops a few octaves as he presses his cock against your weeping pussy once again. He gathers his cum that escaped your used hole only to push it inside you again. He barely slips inside you, but he can already feel the tight ring of your muscles as you try to keep him there. "Say yes or say red, but there is no other option for you today."

For a long, tense second, none of you say anything. Rome waits for your reply while you try to gather at least one coherent thought under the thick fog of your mind. But there is nothing else for you to say, is there?

"Fine," you gasp. "Yes! I will move in with you! Please, Rome- Yesyesyes!"

The shifter slides inside you with one swift thrust of his hips, pushing out his own release in the process. You can feel his cum drip down across your slit as he starts to pound into you. His long fingers dig into the plush curve of your hips to keep you in place. His hold is bruisingly tight. His cock slams into your depth, balls slapping against your clit. The mixed sound of your hiccuping cries and his feral snarls fill the room, and the wooden frame of the bed thuds against the wall with each powerful buck of his hips.

"That's it," he growls above. "Let me give that pussy what she wants. Good girl."

With every stroke of his cock, you wheeze and moan as you feel your orgasm barreling down from the pit of your stomach. Your vision blurs, and the tight, burning knot in your stomach finally snaps, making you tense and then melt against the bed when the world falls apart around you. You clench around Rome's cock, throbbing and fluttering from the force of your climax washing over you in thick waves. The wet sound of him pushing inside you completely, only to plaster your walls with his seed one more time, rings in your ears. You can feel him pulsing and twitching, every warm spurt of his own release ripples across your spine. He pumps into you over and over again until there is nothing left, and your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion that takes over you within a few seconds.

"Now." You hear him humming under his breath. You feel his claws snapping the ropes around your tingling limbs as he adjusts you across the bed, massaging your sore muscles and caressing your heated skin. "Sleep while I pack your things."

"Rome-" your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, and no matter how much you fight it, you can't make yourself to open your eyes or say anything more.

"Sleep," he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. "I will take care of everything else.

[theboarsbride]

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[jaebeomsbitch]

Not Another Werewolf Romance Story (E.M.)

Summary: Eddie finds you reading a werewolf romance book in secret and decides to make your fantasies come to life.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, kissing, fingering, vibrator, nsfw, cursing

A/N: I wrote this so long ago in the middle of the night. Not edited. Sorry for being gone so long, thanks for the like hundred new followers while I’ve been gone.

You lay in bed with a book in your hand as Eddie brushes his teeth in the bathroom. The faint sounds of the water running fill the bedroom as you read quietly. You push your reading glasses up higher on the bridge of your nose as you become more engrossed with the story. Your eyes glued to the page missing your boyfriend walking into the bedroom.

It isn’t until he presses a wet kiss to your cheek that you snap out of it. Your eyes widen slightly as you close the book.

“What’re you reading, baby?” He asks, pulling the duvet back.

“Nothing too interesting” you say trying to sound nonchalant as you place the book on your nightstand.

“Oh really, s’that why your nose was buried in it?” He asks, eyebrow quirked.

He leans over to see the cover, playfully tugging on a lock of your hair. "Let me guess, another one of those sappy vampire romance novels?"

“No!” You protest, cheeks flushed pink. Fuck wrong answer. You see the immediate way his eyes sparkle mischievously.

"Then what is it? Something naughty I need to know about?" He asks with that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Something ‘naughty?’ What are you eighty?” You scoff trying to play it off, you try to be stealthy as you press your thighs together underneath the sheets. Trying to hide how wet you got from the book.

Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, his gaze lingering on your closed book. "Now you've piqued my interest," he says, crossing his arms over his tattooed chest.

“How, I haven’t said anything!” You protest again trying to get him to drop it.

Eddie chuckles and climbs onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Well, you're blushing like a school girl caught with her first Playboy," he teases, nuzzling against your temple. You whine with shyness, not wanting to open this part of yourself up to your boyfriend yet. Unfortunately for you Eddie’s fingers grab the book quickly, yanking it off your nightstand.

Eddie's fingers trace the spine of the book curiously, feeling its weight before flipping it open to the page you were last reading. You gasp trying to grab it out of his hand but Eddie lifts the book up.

“Oh God,” you groan covering your reddened face as Eddie reads the werewolf romance you picked up at the bookstore.

“His strong hands grab my thighs, it sends a shiver down my spine. All I can think about is having his knot inside me” Eddie’s voice drops low and husky as he begins to read aloud. You feel like you could cry at the humiliation.

Eddie laughs harder now, finding your discomfort endearing as he looks down at the page with mock seriousness in his eyes. He finally stops reading and sets the book aside. Your cheeks are bright red along with your neck and the tips of your ears. It’s not often Eddie sees you this embarrassed, you usually have some sarcastic remark to make except when it comes to sex. He never knew something like that would get you horny either, it seems so… juvenile?

Eddie looks over at you with an amused expression. "A werewolf romance, huh?" He says before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your temple. "It's cute."

You stay quiet feeling humiliated beyond belief it’s like he just read your dairy out loud. There’s something very intimate about him knowing this other side of you, one that you’ve tried to keep hidden from him. There’s a certain shame that comes with opening your sexual side to your boyfriend.

Noticing your discomfort, Eddie pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, "You don't have to be ashamed, baby. I love knowing what gets you going". He plants small kisses along your jawline, hoping to ease the tension. You stay quiet, squeezing the hem of the negligee you’ve just become comfortable wearing around him.

He nibbles on your earlobe softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Do you want me to keep reading?"

“Not if you’re gonna keep making fun of me” you murmur, eyes trained on your lap.

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully and snuggles into you further, resting his hand on your hip. "Okay, okay, no more teasing," he assures you, planting another gentle kiss on your cheek. You lean back against the headboard your body tense with mortification.

Eddie watches you closely, sensing your tension. He realizes he might've taken the teasing too far. He strokes your hair softly. "Come here, sweetheart." He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms securely around you.You bury your face in his neck trying to hide from him, maybe if you hide you’ll disappear into him.

“Princess," Eddie coos, nudging your chin up with his finger so he can look into your big doe eyes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You know I love you, right? And everything that makes you happy." He kisses your forehead tenderly.

You sag against his chest, your knees digging deeper into the mattress on either side of his hips. Eddie caresses your cheek softly, trying to wipe away any remaining embarrassment. "Why don't you tell me what happened in the story that had you so turned on? Maybe I can make it better..."

“That’d be even more humiliating” you groan.

Eddie looks at you, his expression softening. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses the tip of your nose. "Alright, how about this...I'll turn off the lights and hold you while you read it to me?" He offers, running his thumb in circles on your back.

You swallow hard, he’s already seen it. There’s no hiding from what he saw, it’ll only lead him to more questions or to think something bad about you and it terrifies you so you begrudgingly murmur “okay.”

Eddie turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness save for the dim glow of streetlights filtering through the window. He adjusts his position so you're comfortably sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. You try and relax against him but you feel so high strung.

Saliva pools in your mouth as you grab the book, cracking it open to the last page you were on. You can barely see the words with the dim light coming from the window. You clear your throat, eyes scanning the page, face flushing hot instantly. Eddie squeezes your waist trying to reassure you and get you to loosen up.

“Take your time, Princess,” he encourages, pressing a soft kiss on your hair. “I’m right here with you.”

You swallow your spit

“H-he… he splays her out on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow as his lips press against her throat. It’s been so long since he’s shared a bed with a woman much less his mate. She’s beautiful better than anything that he could imagine. Her smell, fuck her smell is addicting. He can practically taste the arousal pooling between her legs. He aches to claim her, fill her with pups” your voice trembles shyly as you read, your face flushing with more heat.

Eddie’s heart races hearing you describe something so intimate, not accustomed to it yet but he fucking loves it. He resonates with the book, you’re the most gorgeous creature he’s ever seen, he doesn’t believe in a God but everyday he prays to whatever is out there thanking them for bringing you to him.

He grips the fabric of the nightgown between your thighs gently. "Keep going, baby," he rasps out, his breath hot against your ear.

Your breath hitches, fingers shifting in the book before it falls.

“H-he buries his face in h-her…” you stop feeling a wave of discomfort but Eddie reassuringly squeezes your thigh.

“C-cunt,” you squeak, your body sets ablaze.

“-Her panties soaked all the way through. She probably soaked through her jeans if he was paying attention. He breathes her musk in deeply, it sends a shiver down her spine as she moans. Her fingers curl around the bedsheets, she’s too shy to ask him what she wants but he can sense it. His tongue darts out licking a thick stripe over the cotton of her panties” your voice grows more steady as you read to Eddie. He realizes how closely the two of you resemble these characters… well, besides the lycan part.

Eddie’s fingers move to lightly graze the inside of your thigh, your breath catches in your throat as his fingers brush against your soaked panties. You gasp softly, your back pressing harder into his chest while flip the page.

“He teases her with his tongue, the tip just grazing over her slit nowhere near the spot that’ll have her seeing stars” you say, voice trembling as his hand moves under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex. You moan, toes digging into the mattress. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to continue or not, your mind in a tizzy.

“His fingers finally move the fabric to the side, he growls as he sees her glistening pussy. ‘Mine’ he growls.” You continue reading.

Eddie can't resist anymore. His middle finger dipping between your folds, sliding easily through your slick before circling your clit lightly.

“F-fuck” your grip on the book slacks as your head falls back on his shoulder.

He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, matching the pace of the story unfolding in front of him. He leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Your pussy is so wet for me, baby."

“Fuck,” you groan, it’s the only word you can manage to grasp.

He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. He slips a second finger into your pussy, curling it to find your g-spot.

You gasp, the book falling from your delicate fingers onto the mattress, you moan, your back digging deeper into his chest. He removes his hand from your pussy and picks up the book, flipping to the next passage. "Continue," he urges softly in your ear.

You whine when he stops, your thighs already trembling. Eddie's heart skips a beat at the sound of your neediness. He guides your hand back to the book, encouraging you to continue reading. "Go on, my little vixen," he says seductively. If this was any other context you’d find it cringy but there’s something so fucking hot about his whispers against your ear.

You breathe heavily as you look down, grabbing the book from Eddie in one hand. Your thumb and pinky holding it open.

“His tongue darts out, he moans as he tastes his mate for the first time. It’s like something inside of him snaps, he buries his face in her cunt. Tongue moving wildly as he switches from tongue fucking her to sucking on her clit. Her moans fill the room, her nails digging into her palms as she scents the room with her pheromones” you read.

Eddie’s fingers slip back inside of you, his thick digits thrust in and out, restricted by the fabric of your underwear. His thumb finds its way to your clit, moving in tandem. You feel like you could just turn into a pile of mush, already turned stupid by his fingers alone.

“Oh fuck!” You keen, fingers gripping the book harder.

“Her voice gets louder and it’s like music to his ears. He can’t wait to hear what symphonies she’ll create when he’s fucking her” you heave for breath like you’ve just ran a marathon.

Eddie's fingers pick up speed, mirroring the action in the story. "You're doing so good, Princess," he praises, nipping at your earlobe.

“Oh God,” you moan.

He reaches for the nightstand drawer and fishes out a vibrator, placing it against your clit as his fingers continue to work your sopping pussy. The squelch of your cunt filling the room along with the hum of the vibrator.

“Honey” you let out a high pitched shriek.

Eddie whispers encouragement in your ear, "Read more for me, baby."

You hiss in protest but Eddie quickly shuts off the vibrator. You practically sob when he stops, struggling to catch your breath. You were so fucking close to coming already you feel the tendrils of your lost orgasm loosening their grip on you as the seconds tick by.

You finally look down, your voice strained as you read on “Her pussy clamps around his tongue, his thumb rubs over her sensitive nub quickly. Golden eyes trained on every little detail of her face trying to memorize her pleasure. He wants to burn the memory into his brain and never forget it. She’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen especially when she’s screaming his name. Her back arched beautifully as she twitches and squeezes his tongue coming all over his face with a wail”

He turns the vibrator on again with a click, holding it firmly against your clit. He’s almost desperate to hear your moans as you come on his fingers.

“Fuck— ” you let out a strangled cry, you can feel the intense vibration deep inside the root of your clit. Eddie’s doesn’t let you think, his fingers entering you again but this time he shows no mercy. His fingers curl pressing into the spot he’s found since the first time he fingered you.

You let at a garbled mess of desperate filthy moans. His lips press to your ear whispering “look at you taking me so well, Princess. You think ‘bout me knotting you, huh? Touch this pretty little pussy thinking bout me fucking you until you were locked together, yeah?”

You choke on your spit, your boyfriend has whispered dirty things in your ear before but nothing like this.

“Yes— yes, yes, yes,” you chant

“Wanna be stuffed with your cum again and again and again,” your tongue loose with the amount of pleasure Eddie’s giving you. It means so much that this man is willing to play into your stupid fantasies. You grip onto his wrist scared he’ll pull away again. Moaning in a way he’s never heard before, it’s loud and wailing, it’s purely you. It’s you running on instinct.

"Cum for me, princess," Eddie whispers against your ear, pinching your clit between two of his fingers and slamming his fingers deep inside your pussy, curling them in a come-hither motion.

“Fuck- ohh fuck” you moan, your head falls back on his shoulder , hips rolling into his fingers, hands digging into his skin. You wheeze for air as your skull digs into his shoulder, pussy fluttering around his fingers pulling them in deeper and squeezing. It isn’t until his teeth press into the juncture between your shoulder and neck that you practically scream. Coming on his fingers making a mess of the vibrator, thighs shaking as you babble nonsense.

He shuts the vibrator off when you whine, pulling your sensitive clit away, and throws it somewhere in the bed. His tongue traces the indent he’s left of your skin.

“You’re crazy” you rasp

“But you fucking love it,” he grins against your neck pressing a soft kiss there.

[davinawritings]

Werewolf roommate with super sensitive hearing.

He doesn’t mean to be a perv but he can’t keep himself from stroking his cock when he hears you masturbating late at night. Your moans and soft whines just get him so hard.

He always tries to match his pace to yours, especially loving when you take your time and edge yourself. His knot throbbing with need but being denied.

He always swears it’s the last time he will do this but once he hears you again he’s straight back to jerking himself off.

He manages to keep himself under control until one night he hears you moan out his name. A fierce possessiveness takes over and within seconds he is swinging your door open.

You don’t even have time to get over your shock before his long and think tongue is buried in your pussy.

He spends hours fucking you in every possible way, laying claim to your body.

As you both drift off to sleep he decide that while he loves you moans and soft whines, nothing compares to the sound of you screaming out his name in ecstasy.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Breaking a Promise

You love your monster boyfriends cock. It's huge, long, ribbed, a wonderful alien shape that you can't even describe. Beautiful colors are splashed across it, along the veins, glans, his balls, and surrounding the lovely hole that shoots that delicious load all over and inside you. You love to lick that little hole, pushing your tongue inside, tasting the pre-cum while listening to the grunts of your handsome boyfriend. His muscles spasm, he barely keeps himself under control. You forbade him to touch you this time. This time, he's your monster toy.

You glide your tongue slowly along his shaft, kissing every curve and stripe, every little marking. He can only squirm under your touch because he promised - he promised! - not to place a finger on you.

Smiling deviously, you continue your torture, soaking his monster phallus with your saliva. You suck his balls and foreskin, pulling them with your teeth. He hisses, his hands curled into fists. "Fuck... you are evil..."

"Evil?" You lift yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick. You kneel and start grinding yourself up and down along his soft creases, stimulating your swollen clit. "I am now."

"Fuck..." His head falls backward, exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He swallows hard while he grunts, controlling his arms, scratching the bedsheets like a nervous cat. "Please... Let me, just a little bit..."

"No", you snap, too focused on your pleasure, holding his dick against yourself and rocking your hips. Your moans become louder and you can feel your core aching. You push yourself forward, forcing his cock on his stomach so that you can ride it with more force. "Ah... ah... yes, I'm close."

He puts his hands behind his head, biting his bicep, trying not to look at you. But he can feel and hear every part of you. He can feel your wet cunt, the moist sounds, your pants and whimpers, your folds sliding along his cock.

"I'm gonna—" Your orgasm hard, screaming from delight, still humping his cock, making your clit pulsate. It is so intense, you shake and whimper like a pathetic plaything.

"Fuck this!" He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll. You aren't aware of his actions until you feel his full length inside your still pulsating pussy. "Ahhh yes!", you scream.

His pounding cock enhances your ongoing orgasm and just pushes the next wave forward. Hearing him grunt and groan while slamming your pussy against his groin speeds things up. You climax again, him balls deep inside you, chasing his own release.

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good... Your pussy loves my cock... It throbs around my cock... Ah..."

He presses you against his chest so that his hips can buck with full force. With a deep guttural growl, he buries his cock deep inside you and cums. He fills you up so much, you feel the pressure inside your womb as it swells.

After catching his breath, he says, in a most fake apologetic voice: "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

With half-lidded eyes, you kiss his chest. "You are not, you whore. At least you break your promises in a really fantastic way."

[monstersholygrail]

Your Werewolf bf pounds relentlessly into your sopping cunt, low growls rumbling in his throat as he tries to gain enough friction to make up for the unbearable barrier of the condom between you. Your laughter mocks him, even as it breaks between your whiny fucked out moans. You clench down, making your hot core even tighter around his massive girth.

Your bf throws his head back, a long howl leaving his throat at the sensation. Yet it’s not enough. In any other case he’d burrow his face into your neck and release his pent up frustration by claiming you and littering your body with his marks. But he can’t even do that.

“Take it off,” he snarls, speaking as much as he can with the muzzle covering his face. The metal soaked with his slobber and drool.

A lazy smile spreads across your lips, your mind registering his words but too lost in the pleasure to fully respond. You can only moan, voice cracking and whimpering as he plows his length into your tight heat. The force jerking your body back with every thrust even as you weakly try and meet them.

“Nyyaaah—hmmm. C-choose o-one— ahh!” You force out between wrecked moans of bliss.

Werewolf bf’s eyes flash dangerously. He leans down, trying to snap his jaw at you, and it only fuels his rage when he remembers he can’t, the muzzle stopping him again. He picks up his pace, his hips a blur as they snap into your weeping cunt. Claws sinking dangerously into your plush hips. You cry out loudly, body warping unnaturally with the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

He watches you carefully, his anger only sharpening his instincts. He knows your every sign like the back of his hand. He knows how good he’s fucking this tight pussy of yours by the way your eyes flutter just as your cunt does around his cock, he knows he’s turned your brain into mush as your lips spew incoherent babble, and he knows you’re about to cum when he feels you clenching around his length as if preparing to milk him dry and force every last drop of his seed into your fertile womb.

“This is your own damn fault, baby. Makin’ me choose the fucking condom!” Your Werewolf bf snaps, his voice raspy with need even as a feral smirk spreads across his face.

He slips out of your spent cunt just as you’re about to fall over the edge and an agonized cry rips through your throat at the loss. The sudden emptiness inside you knocks you off your axis, your body lost in the missing sensation. Werewolf bf doesn’t waste a moment, flexing his hands, and gripping onto the stretchy latex before shredding it to pieces.

Once free from one-half of his torturous confines, Werewolf bf slams his length back inside of you. Relishing in your screams as he splits you open in two on his giant cock. He stays all the way inside you, his fat aching tip grinding against that special spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Every nerve in your body spasms and sparks to life and before you know it your vision is flashing white as your orgasm overtakes you.

Werewolf bf roars as you suck his cock deeper and deeper, practically forcing his knot inside of you and making you whimper at the stretch. Your body violently shakes as cum on his cock, your mind gone as he’s fucked you stupid. He grins down at the sight and it’s that which has him flying over the edge, pumping seemingly endless spurts of his seed as deep inside you as he can get.

Your mind is truly gone as all you’re able to focus on is the sensations buzzing through you and your bf’s hot sweaty body pressed up against you. It’s only soft clinking of metal followed by a dull thud that has your attention returning to this plan of existence. Your eyes flutter open and fall onto Werewolf bf’s discarded muzzle.

His eyes glow with an unspeakable lust as he gazes down at your limp form. A low groan leaves you and you weakly shift to bare your throat for him because one look and you knew. He was gonna fuck you through the night till you repaid him an orgasm for every time he wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh but was denied by the muzzle you say he wear. He slowly hovers over you, his hot breath fanning your neck and sending chills down your spine, letting you know what’s to come.

[silken-moonlight]

Werwolf bf who you always tease with: "Good Boy" or "Bad puppy". Regarding he has done something good or bad. Its always something to get on his nerves with since he hates it. The more he complains the more you do it - it makes him livid.

One day he just snaps and suddenly you find yourself ass up and pushed over the couch, him pounding into you like his life depended on it. "Thats what you get for being so fucking annoying!" He growls as you cum over and over on his cock.

Then cradles your fucked out form in his arms when you whisper:"Good Boy..." and it starts all over again.

[monster-disaster]

currently dancing barefoot in the moonlight to lure in a werewolf

[theboarsbride]

The lady and the gentleman with a beast beneath his skin.🩸🦴🐺🌙

From my gothic werewolf romance wip THE BONES WE HAUNT.

[shehungers]

TINCTURE OF ACONITE

werewolf x mysterious!reader | 2.4

a destitute man stricken with lycanthropy either seeks out you—the practitioner—in hopes of either being given a cure for his affliction, or granted death and freedom from it and his guilt.

warnings; dark content, lycanthropy is treated as pure suffering, some graphic descriptions, murder, mentions of suicide, implied witchcraft/magic use, kinda-sorta forced kiss, roughly proofread.

a/n; reposted from my old blog theoxenfree.

please interact & reblog if you'd like a second part!

From the hawk-nosed widow selling stale bread and some wrinkled, gray potatoes with mysterious growths, he'd learned about a dilapidated inn fringing the northwest end of the village. There, she had said warily, with keen and wise eyes showing wide whites and tiny bloodshot threads, he would find the answers to everything he had never asked for.

He would find the Practitioner.

It took him less time than he thought to find his way across the village, away from the cursory and reluctant and distrustful looks as he lumbered through in his heavy boots and loose-fitting black tatters he'd sewn together himself time and time again. His face was haggard, skin wet and ashen, and he couldn't remember the last time he held a blade to shave his face, tame his long, dark hair.

To the townspeople, he must've looked like a wildman; uncivilized; belonging to the deep wood and meadows and smelling thickly of untouched nature, mud, and musk. Perhaps, now, he was just that because he also could no longer remember a time where he'd been welcome to sleep in a bed, ate a meal cooked and seasoned with cutlery, allowed himself to be gripped by scalding water and bath salts, reveled the touch of another person.

Upon reaching the inn sometime later, a tiered, hulking structure which seemed to rot from the inside out; the middle of the massive thing bowing inward as though slowly being sucked underground—into hell, he was greeted at the entrance without ever having needed to knock.

“Second floor,” was all the older fellow said, a man with unhealthy grayness to his complexion that rivaled his own. All of the vigor, pink liveliness was long gone from his face and his eyes reflected nothing—not a want, a wish, a worry, or thought beyond remembering to move one foot after the next to keep locomotion.

He moved beyond the gaunt, wispy fellow who quietly closed the door, then shuffled off through another threshold leading elsewhere. He'd been instructed to go to the left, to the end of hall and through the door which faced him.

When he did this, the somnolent dreariness of the world outside fell away and he was sucked into silence filled with static. The room was sentient, almost, swirling with immense wafts of burning herbs, fragrant flora, dark tendrils of smoke emerging from wilted candle wicks and the cherry flickers at the tips of them.

“Well, aren't you a sad sight!” Your voice was deceptively upbeat in comparison to this room, this place. He noticed you seated in a high-backed chair padded in ripped red velvet, a large table stretched out before you and sprawled with many, endless things. “It isn't easy to find this place. Who told you about me?”

“The potato seller at the village.” He said.

You pressed a flat, metal tip between your lips and sucked in on some weird instrument, blowing out a profuse cloud of faint, purple smoke which smelled otherworldly and familiar.

“You mean the widow with the crazy eyes?”

“I…suppose so, yes.”

“She's crazy, you know?”

“She told me you'd be able to cure me.”

You smiled like he'd just told you an amusing joke, wooed you a bit in the process. He watched your teeth come out from behind your lips and clench down on the metal tip.

“Cure you? She wouldn't have used those words. She despises me and likes to think people she sends my way meet their death. What a vindictive old bitch. She’ll get hers one day.” You said, then gestured to the empty chair opposite the table to you. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me, though. We’ve only just met. But, I know a desperate man when I see one. I know a cursed man when I see one.”

The chair was uncomfortable, not at all wide enough, strong enough to bear his form but it did not collapse under his weight, only creaked and whimpered. You were observing him as casually as he would have had a friend a long time ago, with such little regard for safety, little fear of this brawny and moody stranger sitting across from you at a table with countless, shatterable objects.

It occurred to him after an awkward moment of silence (on his end, you were perfectly at ease), you were waiting for him to diffuse his anguish, his worries, his curse—why he was really here in this room with you now. Only, he wasn't sure where to start, nor what information he could give that you'd consider pertinent apart from the rest.

He'd forgotten how to speak to people during his long, lonely solitude as well, it seemed.

“The woman—the widow—she told me you're a practitioner in the Devil’s Magic. Is that true?” he mumbled, for one second considering taking one of the hundreds of baubles on the table to turn over in his hands. “I do not much believe in any of that. The workings of any god or evil, it isn't related to my affliction. But, I want to know if you're actually capable of curing me, or a charlatan scamming the poor to be even poorer.”

You exhaled more of the luxurious smoke from your strange pipe before finally setting it aside to take up a round flask made of clear glass. Despite it appearing empty, something unseeable sloshed within—water, perhaps—and it smelled foul when you uncorked it.

“Devil’s magic,” you seemed to consider his wordage with a derisive smile, but he had a feeling this wasn't about him. “That old wretch is something else. Handsome Sir, I am a lot of things and no one important. I am no witch, wizard, magician, druid, and I am certainly no charlatan. I might be able to help you with your case of lycanthropy.”

Hope reignited in his eyes, still but a dull flicker waiting to be snuffed as it had many times before, yet he always dared to feel this way whenever a possibility arose.

“I—never mentioned my affliction." Surprised as he was, he now knew he'd made the right choice spending his afternoon finding the inn rather than continuing onward for the next town. “How can you be so certain that's what I suffer—”

“A man of your destitute and good manners aren't the types who get stricken with vampirism or cursed by hags. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, I'll bet. A good man, loyal to a fault to an… owner? An employer? A lover, perhaps?”

You were staring over his face searchingly at the end, carefully winding your wrist with the nauseating, invisible concoction in your hand. For a moment, there was nothing but silence as he considered the meaning behind your exact curiosity, trying to pry an answer from you with a stern look he'd used to terrify and award himself some small, scarce comforts.

When you didn't falter, he slouched deeper into his seat, clearly defeated by your eccentricity and dumb fearlessness.

“Thousands of miles away, I once served a Duke and a Duchess as their guard. One night, I was sent out as the baleful cries of some beast had sent My Lady into a frenzy, my My Lord into a fit of rage. Those lands were cursed, everyone was well aware, but I've never thought above my status and so I went.

“The night was all around me. Something lurked in the trees, perhaps lost souls, perhaps something else. The mist moved as though alive, a limb, an arm, an extension of the forest itself and I could scarcely see. But then, I saw it: an enormous, bent creature in a man’s torn clothes. It had the vicious face of a wolf, yet it could walk upright like a man and when I gave chase, it could sprint unlike anything I'd ever seen.”

You were leaning to one side of your throne now, an arm bent on top of the armrest while you swiveled the bottle, still watching him as though he were simply divulging some asinine discontent.

“I—” he paused, breathing arrested behind the rise of ugliness in his throat, something that tasted as vile as it was to remember.

Until then, he had been speaking to you quietly and sullen, like a man resolved to his fate. But now, he listened to his own voice fracture, quiver, and croak. Beyond that, his face and ears burned, aching from embarrassment, every emotion he had belittled himself into hiding away.

“I—was restrained by the damned thing and it took a chunk out of my side. I thought it would rip me apart; part of me wishes it had. Everything after that for a while is a blur to me even now, and I never remember the instances when I… change… only that the night calls to me, the moon a siren’s song.”

“Have you killed anyone as a beast?” you asked.

The mention made his gaze shift down to his hands which still groped the bauble, finding it a safe thing to concentrate on in that moment. Fortunately, the impossible heat in his head was quickly receding and he could once again fully regain clarity.

“I would have to believe so, yes,” he chose to say, honestly. “When I become the monster, I never have a recollection of the things that happen. But, I've awoken enough times covered in blood, surrounded by mutilation to ever claim otherwise.”

Now, you had the pipe back in your mouth and were inhaling the dreamy fumes. Letting the purple haze out of your nostrils. You were no longer looking at him, instead skittering the vastness of things across your tabletop, obviously in search of something.

“I want to be forthright with you, though you've only kept an air of mystery around yourself the entire time,” he started, replacing the object back on your table with the rest. “Either, I want your help for a cure, or I want you to develop a poison that will kill both myself and the beast inside of me.”

Your eyebrows ticked up, conveying the most emotion he'd seen out of you yet. “Those are both extremes. I cannot promise you anything because I am not a practitioner of magic or miracles. I am simply: the Practitioner. You will be the one to decide your own fate, for I cannot decide it for you.”

“I don't understand.” He looked at you helplessly, weathered and weighted.

From among the mass of stuff before you both, you pulled out a small notebook bound in leather, secured with a strap. You resumed puffing away on your pipe once he took it from you, studying it with some measure of apprehension and revulsion.

“This notebook contains many different specimens I've studied over, oh, some years. One of those specimens is a plant called aconite. You must find me a bushel, along with a handful of other things, and bring them back to me for me to create the tincture you need to either be cured or poisoned.”

He examined the notebook front to back several times, as though all of his answers would suddenly materialize across the covers. Of course, no such thing happened. “You have this table of the strangest things I've ever seen, and yet you don't have the things needed to create the tincture. I’m finding you to be a liar.”

You gave a great huff of exasperation, blowing purple smoke towards him in retaliation. “And I'm finding you to be among the dullest of men I've ever met. These things that I have do not serve a purpose to individuals. You must be the one to create the tincture for yourself. It is the intention behind it; your thoughts, feelings, beliefs, and desires. You have to decide what you truly think you deserve—what you truly want.”

“That is witchcraft,” he said, incredulous. “It's magic!”

Again, you gripped the metal with your teeth and smiled around it. “Is it magic, or is it the power of your own thinking? Is your lycanthropy the result of a beast or your own illness? Will you live or die? I can't answer those things for you.”

“Then, I must go.” He found a pocket inside his coat that hadn't worn or torn with all his previous transformations and tucked it there. When he rose from the crackling chair, wood springing back to life once he was out of it, you surprisingly stood with him. “I'll find the answers I need. I'll return to you with these things.”

You were less awful seeming up close, a normal person dwarfed by his size. It was an odd feeling to be in such close proximity to someone else, one who didn't shrink and cower beneath the severity of his face—the dark brows and dark hair and unshaven jaw. But, you stood there with him next to the door to let him out, unafraid and fixed in your confidence that he would bring you no harm.

It moved him.

It moved him so deeply that he reached for your warmth, or your illusion, and kissed you deeply. He relished the touch of your lips, the press of your body against his, and the taste of your fragrant smoke which was effervescent and sparkling in his mind.

He could have taken you to bed right then, lain naked with you, damp with sticking skin while tangled together in an embrace, luxuriating in the afterglow.

But, he could not answer those desires while with his affliction as you would die, and he couldn't burden that sort of grief after knowing the touch of another. He even wondered, with some shame, whether he deserved to know someone of your caliber, your mysticism and wisdom, after slaughtering men and women whom he'd never know the names of. Those whose families would never know closure.

He kissed you once more, letting it linger and swell with his feelings before he let you go and went for the door.

“I'll return to you.”

You still had your pipe and smoked it, smiling evenly and contentedly.

“I wonder what you'll choose in the end.”

a/n; so, a second part would be a longer piece sort of covering his journey to collect these things while being followed by a blackbird and thinking of mc. a lot of lewd thoughts. there might be smut towards the end, not sure.

I'd like to actually take this concept and write it as a dark fairytale sort of story. but, yeah.