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titleunknown · 2 months

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Male werewolf x reader short story

There is no gender specified for the reader, nor are any characteristics described. The nickname "little fox" is used.

I stood under the pouring rain, my mind in pieces as broken memories flooded back, filling my being with overwhelming emotions.

Shaking my head in an attempt to brush them away, I turned my focus back to the Cafe I stood in front of and entered.

"Welcome!." A waitress shouted from across the room as she saw to current patrons. "Please seat yourself where you'd like and someone will be with you shortly."

I sat myself at a corner table next to a window, watching as the drops fell from top to bottom. Only then did I let out a sigh of relief.

"Just a little bit longer and the storm will pass." I told myself as I looked over the menu, deciding that hot chocolate was what I wanted.

"What can I get for you this afternoon?" The waitress asked as she stood next to the table.

"I'll just have a hot chocolate." I told her.

After she left, it didn't take long for her to return with the drink.

As I lifted the mug to my lips I became alert. Something was watching me.

Looking out of the window once more I saw that the rain had finally stopped and the sky didn't look as dark anymore. Moreso, nothing was there watching me.

After finishing my drink, I left the cafe hoping to continue on my way home.

There were more people walking around now that the storm was over. "Good." I thought.

As I got to the house, I noticed that my aunt was home from work.

"How was the party?" She asked as I walked into the entry way.

"Good." I simply said, saving the details.

"That's it. Did you at least meet anyone?"

"No. Most of the people there were getting drunk." It wasn't a complete lie.

"You look….like you've seen a ghost." My aunt pressed her hand to my forehead.

"It's probably because I drank too." I didn't.

"Well you better go upstairs and get some rest you have classes in a few hours."

"I will." I probably won't.

I could not sleep, and I could not relax. There were too many emotions coursing through me. Longing, fear, confusion, and sadness.

They didn't feel like my own though.

My whole body felt heavy the closer I got to the college campus, but I tried not to show how nervous I was. Ignorance is the best play.

There were a lot of them and they seemed to be watching me, only turning around as I remained as composed as I could be. Ignorance is bliss.

Then, he was in front of me.

"I've been waiting for you." His voice shook me to my very core.

"Me? What for?" I asked in return.

"You disappeared quite fast last night little fox." His eyes flashed gold.

"I don't really remember last night." I replied. I did, I remember seeing him shift. Shift into something that shouldn't exist. Same with the others.

"Oh, but I think you do, little fox." Playing ignorant didn't work. "You don't need to be so afraid, I'll take good care of my mate."

#male werewolf x human reader #male werewolf x reader #werewolf #werewolf x reader #male monster #monster #short story

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ozzgin · 2 months

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Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons

I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere

You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, you’d expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. “Is this your place?”, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. “One of them, yes”, he answered curtly. “It’s central”, you remarked, trying to make conversation. “Well, I didn’t know about it back then. It’s been a few decades.”

Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didn’t seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that he’s lived sorrows beyond most people’s comprehension. “How old are you?” You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. “I’m not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80s”, he concluded. “That’s not too far back, is it?” You inquired, this time more relaxed. “80 BC, I meant. You do the math.”

He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. “We’ll get you everything you need tomorrow”, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name once”, he said, embarrassed. “It’s (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.

The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."

Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.

"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."

As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.

"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"

He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.

The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.

He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.

"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."

He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.

He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.

Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.

The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.

He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.

After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.

His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.

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terato-is-life · 8 months

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For a few of us, monsterfucking is never about kinking over some creature having you in all the ways possible.

It is about letting yourself being vulnerable and fragile and emotional with someone that's supposed to hurt and kill you, but instead just worships you and cares about you for being just like them:

Being shamed over the looks you've never asked for, but having the heart and sould only a few could understand.

Monsterfucking/Exophilia etc isn't just about an unusual kink.

It is OUR way of telling Beauty and the Beast, because we can see the good in them, because we all wanted for them to see the good in ours.

#exophilia #monster x human #monster family #male monster x female reader #monster boyfriend #monster lover #female monster x male human #monster girlfriend #female monster x female human #male monster x male human #orc #dragon #naga #drider #selkie #mermaid #merfolk #werewolf

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dr3c0mix · 3 months

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kinda feel bad about called my yan werewolf just wolfie, name requests for our big good boy?"

also for anyone wondering, his human form looks kinda like odysseus

going insane over this man fr fr

havent gotten to make a part 2 for him but ill get to making one if i find a request for him!

also update on kalva (yan harpy), might make an nsfw part 2 for him soon !!

he'll be posted after the fic im working on rn (all ocs)

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months

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cw: borderline nsfw, werewolf tings, tit sucking

Im thinking... sinfully perverted thoughts. Sucking on your werewolf boyfriend's big ol' tits. It started out simple-- he was just a moving pillow, chest so soft and pliable with a curved body that could practically envelop you with its warmth and softness.

When you laid on him at the end of each tough day, buried your face in between his pecks to avoid the sun's wrath in the morning, watching him stroll around with bedhead and no shirt as a tooth brush hangs from his mouth-- they all lead up to your depraved obsession. You joked with him at first, grabbing his chest from behind and using him as a stressball, saying you'd have to start buying bras for him to cover those D-cups. But a heavy makeout session can make you do things without a forethought.

Such as, leaving a trail of love bites below his collar bone, hickieing below his right nipple, latching on as if it was the most natural continuation. A slight "ah-" leaves his bitten lips. But you continue like nothing, letting him put a clawed hand against the back of your head, trying to pull you back to his lips. It was his fault for being fresh out the shower, shirtless and wet hair calling you to run your hands through. You had kissed your way up to his other peck before you were dragged into a mouth of sharp, throat-cutting teeth.

"Such a weirdo," he mumbled, massaging the hickie you left on his sensitive bud. But it wasn't long before you found you way back to the untouched left peck, straddling his waist after a dry hump session he initiated into you from below. It was only a few more weeks until rut season, you were treading dangerous waters getting him worked up like this with no release.

But like an addict you ran to his free nipple, ignoring the werewolf's desperate attempts to shimmy off his sweatpants. The once wet strands sticking to his forehead from the shower, now sheened with sweat. Tongue circling, small rubs just below his belly button, you were creating a mess of drool and embarrassment below you.

"Why you keep doin' that.. feels weird.." He gruffs, almost bucking into your palm when your hand reaches his upper thigh. "Can't you suck a little lower." He laughs with a short palming of his crotch, wishing the stiffness below his lazy cotton sweatpants was what you were obsessed with keeping your mouth on.

But your boyfriend realizes you won't let up, not when his tanned, enlargened chest muscle popped in your mouth like a sweet treat. Shiny eyes looking up at him with mischief, watching him pant with an open mouth and a wince everytime you pinched his free nipple. He might've not enjoyed it as much as you did, but the slowly inching fingers below grey fabric and his boxer-less hips was more than enough to make up for your teasing.

You relished in his groans, bulged biceps curling to grab a pillow to shove over his face. He practically bounced into your hand, squeaking when your teeth bit at his nipple, bite marks on the side of his breast. It was freeing, having the ability to pay him back for all the wolfy slobbering and harsh teeth sinking he did when the full moon rose. And you didn't feel bad one bit-- in fact, you should've taken up this tit obsession sooner.

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just-some-trans-nobody · 5 months

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December Christmas Monster stories

December 10.) Werewolf neighbor

Ok sorry about this one, it might technically be December 11 by the time I post it but it's still the 10th day. This one is actually going to be a two parter as I wrote so damn much for this one, it was actually meant to be far more longer than this but the rest will be for later. Walter is definitely going to have more stories writen about him.

Warnings: bodys pressing together, neck sniffing with no promotion, meantion of divorce, seasonal depression

Minors Don't Interact!!!

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Sitting on your couch you looked down at the pathetic box of christmas decorations. It was your first time spending Christmas completely alone. No family to come over, all your friends were too far away and spending the holidays with their own families. You didn’t even bother with getting a tree this year, you didn’t see the point of doing one all by yourself.

Looking at your empty living room, void of any Christmas decorations it only served to make you sadder. “Maybe it couldn’t hurt to get a little tree?” You mumbled to yourself. Perhaps that’s what you needed to help cheer up your seasonal depression even for a little bit.

Throwing on a jacket and some winter boots you headed out to find a store for your impulse christmas tree purchase. You definitely weren’t planning on getting a real tree. It would be too much of a hassle getting it home alone plus you really weren’t looking forward to cleaning up pine sap and needles once it started to die.

Making your way to the store you noticed a very familiar fuzzy shape walking on the path alone. Slowing your car down to a crawl you rolled down your window getting a much clearer view of your next door neighbor Walter the recently divorced werewolf. He was walking on the snowy sidewalk with a big flannel jacket and black jeans. The sound of your car slowing down caused his ears to perk up on high alert. Without even looking at you he sniffed the air, his tail wagged when he recognized the scent he was smelling. “Well isn’t it (Y/n)!” He said, turning his head to look at you. “Heya Walter, you need a lift? It’s pretty cold to be walking around.” You told him offering a ride, you didn’t mind pushing off shopping a little longer if it meant making sure Walter was out of the snow, nothing else at all totally not because you wanted to spend more time with your recently divorced neighbor, none at all nope. Seeing the smile he flashed you at your offer made your heart skip a beat, you blamed it on seeing his sharp teeth and not because of his smile so bright it could melt frozen butter.

Not refusing the offer to get out of the snow Walter walked to your passenger door and got in. It was only then did you notice he was wearing booties on his paws. You wouldn’t want to be walking in the snow barefoot either. Though the sight was rather funny to see, a big bad werewolf in booties with a fur trim.

“So where were you headed? I don’t want to take you away from where you were going too much.” Walter said not bothering to buckle up, he couldn’t buckle up in your car even if he tried. He was a little too big to sit comfortably in the passenger seat but he made it work. “Oh I was just heading to the store to see if I could find any Christmas trees for my place.” You answered honestly. In the corner of your eye you could see something moving after you spoke. Glancing his way you realized it was his tail wagging. “What a coincidence! I'm on my way to get a tree too!” He said smiling, his eyes not leaving you. As if he could pull them away, how could he when you looked so cute bundled up in that jacket. “That makes things easier then.” A chuckle left your lips as you talked causing his tail to wag again.

Pulling into the store's parking lot you tried to find a spot closer to the front, you didn’t want to walk far in the snow. You were glad the plow trucks already came or else you would have turned around and gone home. “Want to do our shopping together? I find shopping more fun when you have someone with you.” Walter offered looking down at your shorter frame, he was just so damn tall it made you feel so small. “I don’t see why not, it makes leaving easier sense we rode here together.” Your agreement made his tail wag again, you assumed it was because he was glad he didn’t have to shop alone.

Going in you were about to grab a cart when Walter beat you to it, stepping in front of you. “I got it, you drove me here, buying your things is the least I can do.” He said pulling out a cart, as you began to protest he held up a paw stopping you. “I insist, please.” That managed to get you to quiet down. “Alright fine, I was only going to get the tree though.” That wasn't fully true, you were looking forward to getting a shit ton of junk food and eat your feelings but you didn’t want him spending a bunch of money so you would just have to get them for your next shopping trip. Walking next to Walter you soon learned you should be walking a few steps ahead of him after you consistently got hit on the mid back by his wagging tail. It seemed almost every thing made his tail wag. A good deal on something? Tail wagging. Something he wanted was back in stock? Tail wagging again. A song he liked started playing on the store's radio? You guessed it, tail wagging. It would have been very entertaining if you weren’t in the line of fire of his wagging tail. The thing hit harder than you thought it would. You weren’t even sure he noticed he kept hitting you with it as he happily rambled on about deals going on. Seeing his cart was getting more and more filled, you started to worry a little about how much he was spending that you yourself hadn’t noticed how he kept asking if you liked certain snacks. The ones that got a positive from you went into the cart, ones you didn’t like very much went back on the shelf. Once the cart was filled to the brim with snacks, the two of you made your way away from the food area. Walter was making his way to the outdoor section for a real tree and you made a turn to the Christmas decor to get a fake tree. Noticing you weren’t next to him Walter stopped and looked around for you. Spotting you walking in a different direction he turned the cart and followed you catching up quickly thanks to his larger size. “Trees aren’t over here silly.” He said, chuckling softly. “Oh uh I was just going to get a fake one, I don’t feel like getting a real one this year.” You explained shrugging lightly as you looked up at him. “Really? Why not?” He was confused on why someone wouldn’t want a real tree. “Just doesn’t feel right getting a real tree if it’s just me, no point to it.” The effort didn’t seem worth it to you, why bother if no one was going to help with any part of itWalter’s ears flattened as his shoulders visibly dropped hearing what you had to say about getting a real tree. “Oh… there really isn’t a point for me to get a real tree this year either. Just got one every year. I didn't think about not getting one.” His voice held a sad tone as his eyes lowered to the ground, tail long stopped wagging now was tucked between his legs.

You felt like an asshole when it hit you. This was his first christmas since his divorce, it was most likely his first christmas alone in years if not his first ever one alone. Mentally cursing yourself you raced to think of something to make this all better. “How about I spend Christmas with you? So then you can still get a real tree?” You blurted out with wide panicked eyes. Hearing that his ears perked up as he looked up at you. It was an immediate change in his demeanor, tail wagging much faster as it had been before he stood up taller. “Really? You would spend Christmas with this old fluff ball?” He asked, stepping closer to you. The closeness really putting it in your mind just how much bigger he was than you were. Gulping nervously you nodded your head, mind still reeling from your own actions. Walter swooped you up and spun you around in one fluid motion squeezing you tight. You had only seen him do this with his family before, not once had he ever with you. Stopping he looked down at you with a big smile on his face as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “Um Walter?” You spoke up after an agonizingly long moment like this. He responded with a soft hum as he leaned his snot in closer. The hot air of his breath grazed against your face sending shivers all over your body. “We’re in the middle of the store, remember?” He had seemed to have forgotten this. Lifting his head he looked around seeing there were people giving the two of you strange looks. “Whoops, got a little excited there.” Walter apologized, setting you back down on the ground. His tail hadn’t slowed down one bit. You feared he might form a tornado with how much his tail stirred up the air around him. “Well come on then, let’s go get that tree!” He said, grabbing your hand with his paw. You couldn’t help but stare at your hand intertwined with his paw. When the two of you had first met he had shaken your hand and at the time you noticed in that brief moment how soft his paw pads were. Holding his paw for much longer you really got a good feel of just how soft they were. It wasn’t just soft, no they were squishy too. You wondered if he would let you play with them some time. As your mind wondered about his soft paws your thoughts slowly grew to wonder how they would feel on other parts of your body. Catching yourself before the thoughts grew more impure as they had already gotten you shook your head trying to shoo them away.

Walter hadn’t noticed this and you were damn glad of it. He just kept pushing the cart around with one paw as he walked much slower than he had before. You were walking slower too, it was the pace you usually had. It took you a moment longer than you would like to admit when it clicked with you that he was walking slower for your sake. Smiling softly to yourself you looked away wanting to put your focus anywhere else than Walter. Making your way into the out door section you shivered feeling an especially harsh gust of wind hit you causing you to brace yourself from the cold. It stung at your eyes making you close them tight. Expecting more wind to hit, you braced yourself again turning a little but stopped when you felt Walters paw leave your hand and wrap around you not a moment later pulling you into his side. “Look at you shivering like a chihuahua. You don’t got no way to keep you warm. Here stay close to me, I'll keep you warm.” Walter said, leaning against you. It was just so warm you couldn’t find the will to fight him on it and just accepted his embrace. Lucky for you, you were able to hide your smile by burying your face in the side of his coat, plus it kept your already freezing nose out of the snow. Walking to the trees with him Walter quietly hummed along to the song currently playing through the store's speakers. You left the tree finding to him. It seemed he knew what he was doing while you were clueless on the matter. It was obvious when he found the right tree as he excitedly moved from one paw to the other. You tried to stifle a laugh at the sight of a werewolf doing tippy tappys. As much as you didn’t want to pull away from his warmth you knew he wouldn’t be able to drag the tree through the store while pushing the cart and also holding onto you but when you went to move away from him his grip on you tightened pulling you in closer to him. “We can still check out here right?” He called out to the one employee working gardening, they nodded their head yes. “Oh good we’ll check out here and take everything straight to the car.” Walter said, picking the tree up. “Can you come scan this for us?” He asked, holding the tree up. Walter was making things harder for himself, he should let go, why wasn’t he letting go? Looking down at you he smiled softly as he gave you a gentle squeeze. “Step onto the cart I’ll push you around, that way you can still be nice and warm.” Oh… you hadn’t thought about that, could work. Without a word you stepped up onto the cart holding onto the cart's handle bar for support. The moment you felt Walter press his chest against your back you lost every ability to breathe. You didn’t think this through. Being this close to him like this in this position? You're glad it was cold, you could blame your face being so red.

Standing there on the cart trapped from all sides, oh boy did it make you feel things you shouldn't.

Next few minutes were a blank for you too deep in your ever growing thoughts as Walter checked out all his groceries and paid for it all. You could hear him hum again as he started walking to your car. The parking lot was quite bumpy causing the cart and you in turn to raddle like crazy. That is until Walter pressed his chest against your back stopping your shaking. His muzzle was right next to your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. It sent a flood of dirty thoughts into your mind, a gasp left your lips before you could stop it. You prayed to any god out there that he didn't hear it. If he had he hadn't said anything.

What he did notice was how your scent had changed, grown more aroused. You realized something was up when he suddenly pressed his nose to your neck and took a deep breath in. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he inhaled your scent. The moment he caught himself doing that he pulled away in a jerking motion. “I um…” He stammered trying to think of an excuse. “I like your body wash. What is it? Daisys?” Walters heart was practically beating out of his chest, you could feel it against your back. “No uh sweat pea actually. Was on sale.” You answered in a quiet voice trying to possess what just happened. “Ah, sales love them.” He mumbled softly.

The rest of the ride home was completely silent. Neither of you baring to speak after that little incident. Pulling into his driveway you put your car in park and quietly gulped. The two of you sat in silence a few minutes more before Walter finally broke the silence. “Want to come in and decorate the tree with me?” He asked, looking at you through the corner of his eye gauging your reaction. Thinking about it you lightly chewed the bottom of your lip. Oh what the hell, what's the worst thing that could happen? “Sure.” Your answer made his tail wagged as he lit up with a bright smile. What could happen? You weren't sure what but you wanted it.

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aboutwerewolves · 3 months

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may i request a service top werewolf boyfriend who gets bossed around by his power bottom boyfriend? they'd both LOVE bondage and collars but.. i can also imagine the service top werewolf gets fed up at one point and teaches his brat a lesson

This IS SO GOOD! THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! Just for the sake of convenience I'll be assuming the power bottom bf to be human. I hope this is upto your expectations anon<333

Human!bf who is just so sassy and is very feisty. Over the course of the day he's always whining and bossing his Werewolf!bf around. This could be a normal situation but in this case the Werewolf!bf is...well a werewolf.

Today was a particularly different day. Human!bf was being extra bossy. He was getting mad over the smallest things and just wanted to rile up their werewolf lover. The werewolf was trying to be very patient, but his control was slipping out, yk werewolves aren't known for being patient....or gentle when they're riled up. (can confirm by experience)

Human!bf who's now regretting trying to rile up his lover,regret is the only thing you can do when you're tied up naked to the bed while your werewolf lover watches you.

The werewolf then slowly removes his own clothing piece by piece. He hovers over his lover and starts to stroke his cock. The human whimpers for more,but the werewolf slows down. He then increases his pace and slows down again. This goes for a while before the human, with tears in his eyes, just decides to beg. Beg for more, beg for anything and everything. He hates being restrained because all he wants to do is kiss his lover and run his fingers through his hair. The beast just smirks and starts a brutal pace of stroking, just as the human's about to climax, he stops.

"You honestly thought I'd let you come after you've been such a menace sugar?" he tsks. The human is too needy and all he can stutter out is strings of "pleasepleasepleaseplease."

The werewolf starts to stroke again while mumbling sweet nothings and just as he's about to finish he stops. The human lets out a cry of frustration, "Please, please let me come, I'll be nice.", the werewolf wordlessly positions himself in front of his entrance and thrust. Without giving him time to adjust, he sets a brutal pace. He can see his little human falling apart, and he loves it. More than he should. This is driving him feral and he shows this through his thrusts.

The human finally comes but still the werewolf goes on and on and on. This time the human begs him to stop because it's too much. "Aww it's too much? Too bad you're gonna have to take it sugar. You fucked around, now fucking find out." He proceeds to draw out three more orgasms from his little mate.

#monster boyfriend #monster fucker #werewolves #monster smut #monster x human #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf smut #werewolf au #werewolf #tw teratophilia #teratophillia #terato #monster bf #werewolf x reader #m4m #male x male

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bump1nthen1ght · 2 months

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On The Leash (M!Reader x M!Werewolf)

Pairing: Male!Power-Bottom!Reader x Male!Sub-Top!Werewolf

Genre: Established relationship, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Degradation, Name-Calling

Word Count: 1471 words

Summary: Too many people your boyfriend may seem like a big bad werewolf. But for you, he’s just a sweet little puppy.

Request: Hey, I love your works! Can I request power bottom male reader x sub top male werewolf?

Maybe a mix of praise and degradation 👀👀

It’s moments like these that you’re happy you and your boyfriend have your own apartment.

Without roommates, you’re free to lounge in your boxers on the couch anytime of day. Your boyfriend can walk around with a towel slung around his hips, fully shifted and relaxed. You can admire the curve of his ass and smack it the next moment, and he can crawl right over you and slot his lips into yours. The heat and excitement can escalate, your hands wandering and hips grinding as your breathing gets heavy, as your kisses get sloppy.

Like now, for instance.

Ben’s fur smells fresh, the lavender scent of that fur-spray you gave him. His snout is wet against your ciollarbone as he licks and kisses at your chest. A heavy bulge rests against your thigh as he slips in between your legs, your fingers curling through his fur.

“Thinking about me in there?”

“Maybe.” Ben chuckles, peppering your face with kisses. “I saw you and couldn’t contain myself.”

“Hmm, naughty boy.” Your fingers yank on the back of his head, forcing him back and away from your lips. Ben’s tongue lolls out in a pant, the pain only making his cock twitch. “Did you touch yourself?”

Ben’s neck rolls with a heavy breathe.

“M-maybe.”

You pull again, wrapping your leg around one of this thighs to keep his cock pressed against you, choosing to ignore the way he humps against you.

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes! Yes I did.”

You click your teeth, exaggerating your false “disappointment”.

“And yet you didn’t invite me in. That was rude, dear.” Your other hand plants itself on the couch, using it as leverage to push up and kiss his bobbing neck. “I think someone needs to be reminded of his place.”

Ben is large fellow, pushing 6’4 and all muscle and mass. Yet in your hands he’s like putty, weight following easily as you flip yourself over and on top of him. His cock tents his towel, the white fabric falling between his thighs like a sexy loincloth.

“Since you felt selfish enough to jerk off without me, I think I’ll put that cock to good use.” You fish your dick out of your boxers, shucking them down your thighs and off your ankles. Ben growls, his chest rumbling underneath as he watches your head smack against your stomach. But any authority is lost with the keening whine as you grab his own cock, hand gripped tight around the base.

“Uh-uh, I’m setting the pace for this one, dear. If you even try to move without my permission-” Your thumb yanks his cock forward, another whine coming from Ben’s chest. “-You don’t get to cum. Understand?” Ben nods his head, eyes watery and desperate as you slowly shift up your hips, grabbing a spurt of lube from a nearby bottle (another benefit of living without roommates) and coating his cock.

You're slow and controlled as you sink onto Ben’s dick, his head thrown back in a muffle howl when you fit him to the hilt. The burn is only slight, plenty of practice making the motion feel natural.

“Eyes on me, or you’ll regret it.” You bark, hips grinding against his. Ben whines again, but follows you obediently, his pupils wide as he bites his bottom lip.

A jolt shoots up your spine as the head of Ben’s cock grazes your prostate, and you fight the urge to start using him like a sex toy immediately. He needs to earn that privilege.

You set a slow pace, merely rocking your hips back and forth, letting that pressure hit just right deep inside of you. Ben’s tail swings agitated behind you, his thighs shaking as he forces himself to stay still. He’s being awfully good, but to torture him more you make sure to exaggerate your breathy moans, rubbing a hand down your chest as you sway.

“S-shit, you’ve got such a perfect cock.” Bem’s ears perk up, another purr rumbling between your legs. “Always stretching me open so perfectly. Just how I like it.” The hand on your chest moves down to your navel till you reach your dick, rubbing your thumb across your weeping head. Ben’s dark tongue darts across his lips when you spit into your open palm and begin to jerk yourself off. “Fuck~”

You can feel Ben’s cock twitching inside of you, veins throbbing as you tease. But he hasn’t moved or looked away, obediently following your every command, even as you torture him. Those big brown eyes of his look so cute in this position, so eager to please you.

“You’re being an awfully good boy, Ben. I’m impressed.” Your free hand runs down his chest, drawing circles in his lower stomach, admiring the way he twitches and shakes form the smallest of contact. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”

You splay your fingers onto Ben’s chest, finding grip on his fur as you lean upwards off his cock, pulling out until only the tip remains. Ben’s ears curl forward, his mouth open to beg for more when you throw yourself back onto the hilt, voice catching in his throat.

“Hnggh!”

You set a brutal pace, rocking your couch across the cheap flooring. His heavy, sweaty balls slap against your ass cheeks as you ride him like a prize stallion. Your hand sloppily continues jerking your cock, chasing the knot that tightens with every thrust backwards.

Ben, to his credit, still keeps his eyes on you, the order not rescinded. His long claws dig into the sofa cushion to keep his focus, watching you bounce on his dick. His shaky pupils dart between your face and your cock.

“P-please.”

“Please what? You need to speak up, dummy.” You tease, despite the way your voice shakes from exertion, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

“Hmmm.” You tap your chin, fake contemplating as you swivel your hips. “I’m feeling generous, so I suppose that could work.” Ben’s ears shoot straight up, his tail thumping against the couch as you lean backwards. There’s a wet schlick as you pull his cock out and lay yourself backwards, legs spread wide. You keep a firm grip around your shaft, licking your lips as Ben scrambles to mount you.

Ben’s hands shake as he pushes your thighs up to your chest, tongue lolled out in desperate pants as he lines his aching cock up with your hole. Ben’s a large fella, easily covering up your whole body as his hot head presses against the ring of muscle.

“Holy shit.” Ben’s eyes twitch as he sinks deep into you. With his patience all spent up, he instantly ruts into you like an animal, the sound of slapping skin echoing off the shitty apartment walls. His brow furrows as his breathing gets heavy, all those muscles put into action with his harried thrusts.

“Hey, look at me.” A soft touch to his jaw has Ben focusing back on you, hot breaths flowing across your face. Your thumb brushes across his cheek. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m your good boy.” Ben stutters out, his cock twitching unside you.

“Good boys get to cum inside.” Your voice falls into purr, your grip soft as you carress Ben’s face. His pupils have blown wide, his thrusts picking up speed as he finally gets to chase his high. You keep talking, knowing he loves the sound of your voice. “You treat me so well, always know how to make me feel fantatsic.” You punctuate your sentence with a breathy moan, feeling yourself get closer and closer.

Ben loses himself in his focus, falling down to his elbows and pressing his chest against yours. Fur and skin stick together in a sweaty tangle, but you don’t care. You press a kiss against the side of his mouth, enjoying the taste of salt.

Your eyes scrunch up tight as you feel your orgasm approaching, your balls tightening with every thrust of Ben’s hips.

“Aah~” Your vowels wobble as your hips and cock jerk, finishing all over Ben’s stomach. Ben digs his muzzle into your neck, his chest heaving against yours.

Time for his reward.

“Cum for me, baby.” You whisper in Ben’s ear, his whole body trembling as he hits his peak, fresh jets of cum filling you up.

“Fuck!”

Ben draws out the last syllable, hips still humping, his semen deep inside you, He collapses on top of you, tail flopped to the side. He’s still cock-drunk, eyes wobbling and bereft of speech. You fall into the heated mess, your boyfriend feeling like a weighted blanket on top of you. A sweaty, stinky weighted blanket.

But he’s all yours and you're all his, and that is what matters at the end of the day.

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theres-a-body-here · 6 months

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Final Night of Heat

Male!werewolf x Male!reader drabble

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Under the cascade of hot water, Josh wraps his arms around you protectively, allowing the steam to envelop both of you. Softly, he licks the bite mark on your neck as he rubs circles along your back.

"You certainly did quite a number on me, puppy," you laugh tiredly, embracing his wet fur affectionately.

Josh nuzzles closer, planting a series of kisses along your healed bite. "I'll make it up to you later," he promises, his voice deep and husky.

"Now lets get cleaned up," you say, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

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Snuggled up together on the bed post-shower, you and Josh hold hands, gazing up at the ceiling in silence.

Eventually, Josh breaks the peaceful quiet with a barely audible whisper, sounding almost anxious.

"Do you regret being mar…?"

Cutting him off, you reassure him in a stern whisper, "No...never," while giving his large furry hand a gentle squeeze.

Allowing the momentary silence to stretch on, Josh eventually finds the courage to speak once more.

"I want you to meet my pack," he whispers hopefully.

You think about his words for a while. Silence fills the room once again. Josh becomes increasingly worried as you don't respond. You can even hear him swallow.

"I would love to," you mutter softly, turning on your side to kiss his snout.

Josh lets out a sigh of relief.

#werewolf #werewolves #werewolves x reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend #male reader #male!reader #teratophillia #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster x human #aftercare #fluff

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tastefulstars · 2 years

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The Hunt - 18+

Summary: Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice.

Paring: Male werewolf x human

Word count: 1,325

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Disclaimer: This work contains Mature Content and is intended for Adults only (18+) - I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere - they are copyrighted and belong to me.

Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice. You had to be fast - no hesitation, no thinking - just moving on pure instinct. You could feel something creeping up the back of your neck, you wanted to look behind you but you couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk the precious seconds it might cost you. You knew it was only a matter of time until it finds you, you couldn’t keep up this pace for much longer.

You were prey. You were being hunted.

You felt yourself straining for breath, lungs burning and heart pounding in your chest. You had to stop, to catch your breath, but you couldn’t just give up that easily. Thinking on your feet as you ran, you decide to try and climb a tree and hide - you knew it wouldn’t really do much in the long run but you couldn’t keep going, the burning of your legs and chest was becoming too much and you refused to just let it win. You spot a tree with a branch you think you can reach and launch yourself at it, feet dangling as you try to pull yourself up. In the few heartbeats it took you to pull one leg up onto the branch, the beast was on you. It’s clawed hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you down, making you scream. You land on the ground, the beast dragging you closer to it. You refuse to give up and let your stubbornness and instincts take over, you kick and scratch and do everything in your power to get away from it.

A solid kick to its snarling face makes it loosen the grip it had on you, and you take your chance - you pull and twist, get back on your feet and run. You don’t get far when it slams into you from behind, tackling you to the ground. You’re trapped beneath the beast, with no way to get enough purchase on the ground to fight back. It snarls in your ear, deep and low and dangerous, trying to make you submit to it. You vainly struggle again and this time it has had enough, it wraps its jaws around the back of your neck, sharp teeth pressing into your soft flesh, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. You fall still, not wanting to have your neck ripped apart accidentally because you were too stubborn to accept you lost. It snarls again as it holds your neck before letting you go and it lifts itself just enough so it can turn you around, laying you on your back.

You take it its appearance as it looms over you, it kind of looked like a large wolf, but real wolves don’t move like this, don’t grow this big - it’s lips were curled up into a snarl, displaying it’s sharp, white teeth. You could see its nose snuffing occasionally, taking in your scent, and its black eyes stared down at you, glinting wickedly. You shift enough to bring your hand up to its face, and huff out a laugh as you gently trace its features with a finger.

“Well, I guess you win” You murmur, deciding on teasing now that you’ve lost the hunt, “You gonna claim your prize?”

Almost immediately it began moving, leaning back slightly to give it enough room to tear your clothes off your body, leaving you bare underneath it. You feel a slight thrill course through you, sure it was the middle of the night and you were deep in the woods, but the idea that someone could walk past and see you pinned down underneath such a large beast - a werewolf - aroused you more than you thought it would.

It snuffed its way down your body, clawed fingers still gripping tightly on your upper arms and keeping you pinned. It begins to lick at your body, its smooth, wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva across your torso. You moan, wanting more, but you were its prize and it was going to take its time enjoying you. Slowly, so slowly, it works its way down further, licking and tasting as it goes - it pulls away for a moment, making you whine and lift your gaze to meet its and as soon as you lock eyes, it begins to devour you. You moan loudly as it licks at you, it’s careful to not let its teeth hurt you, and it doesn’t take long before your whole body is shaking with need.

It eats you with a frenzy, like it can’t get enough of your taste, until you’re almost screaming with pleasure. The intensity builds and a few moments later, you let out a loud moan as you reach your climax, entire body shaking, and it keeps going, keeps licking until it becomes too much and you push at its head. It relents and snuffles its way back up your body, nuzzling at your throat while you catch your breath. Your beast whines, nudging your cheek with its nose, and you huff and press your hand on its cheek, opening your eyes to gaze at it.

“M’kay” You slur, almost feeling drunk, “Want you”

Your words spur it on, reminding it of its own arousal. It lifts you into its arms as it kneels on the ground, holding you against its chest. It snuffs against your neck again, gently nudging you before it lowers you down and you feel its arousal at your core. You dig your nails into the fur on its back and shoulders, whining at it to hurry up, and it does just that - it presses you down and fills you up. It snarls and fucks into you with all its strength, holding you against it and ensuring you have no leverage to move. It fucks you like your its own personal toy, and you suppose, you kind of are.

You moan and whine as you stretch around it, feeling every inch, loving every moment. You could barely catch your breath between each thrust, it’s snarls becoming louder every second, holding on and taking it was all you could do. You could feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, almost desperate for another climax. You start muttering, c’mon, please, fuck me, c’mon I need you, finish inside me, please please please.

Your words encourage it and it speeds up its thrusts, you hold on for dear life as you moan with each movement. You could feel yourself edging closer and closer, and all it takes to tip you over is your beast latching onto your shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood. You scream, the intensity of your second climax white outs your vision, you hear it snarling as it finishes inside you. You feel yourself being gently laid down on the ground, your beast still inside you and holding you as it rests above you.

It lets you rest completely on the ground as it pulls out of you and it quickly moves back in between your legs to clean you. You twitch and moan as it licks at your sensitive flesh and you don’t know if you want it to keep going or to stop, your hand comes to rest on the top of its head, and a few more licks later you whine as you feel another climax building in you. You fingers grip its long, pointed ears and you use that to push and pull where you needed, and you climax for a third time. You come back to your senses as it picks you up, cradling you in its arms against its chest, you feel light and heavy all at once, your limbs shaking like jelly, and your mind blissfully blank.

“Home?” You hum, closing your eyes again.

It rumbles in response to your query, and you let yourself drift off.

#werewolf #male werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human #werewolf lover #monster #monster boyfriend #monster fudger #monster fic #supernatural creatures #creature #creature:werewolf #i:my writing #story:the hunt

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oc-porn · 1 year

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Thomas x sub top M!Reader

WARNING: Smut, alcohol consumption, decapitation, mentions of pedophilia, vaginal sex, degradation, leash & collar, chest play

You walked through the cold, snowy wasteland, hoping to find the beast no human dared to disturb. The Frost Giant. You'd heard tales and songs about the beast. About how his white fur glistened like snow, about how one look into his ice blue eyes could freeze a thousand men. According to antient stories, not even a hundred armies could defeat the beast and it still lurked in the coldest place on earth, one where no human dared to enter. You, being the brave man you are, entered the icy haven, you planned to bring the head of the beast to your village.

After hours of looking, you'd find a large cave. 'This is where the beast must be.' You thought to yourself as you entered the dark, stone cave. There were runes everywhere, it was warm. You'd thought those runes might have something to do with it.. You looked around the cave, there were many crystals and even stolen items. There were the dresses of maidens who'd try to defeat the mighty frost giant, ripped and frozen on the floor. There were skulls and it reeked of death. You decided to look around, feeling the smooth cave walls under your hands as you moved through the cave. It was then you heard a loud crash and scream in the distance. You wielded your sword of silver and walked into the darkest part of the cave.

You followed the sounds of the screaming, a light up ahead. you saw two men. Confused, you hid behind the wall. You watched as a tall, thin man with white hair, Juggalo face paint, and elf ears beat an older, fat man to a pulp, calling the old guy every name under the sun. You looked at the man in face paint, his white hair had fallen into his face. He looked angry. You sighed as you began to walk out, thinking you'd found the wrong cave until the man screamed for mercy from the.. frost giant? you whipped around and there was a wolf, tall as a castle where the Juggalo once stood. The icy claws of the beast raising and about to slash the man before you foolishly stepped in, sword in front of you.

"Mighty Frost Giant.." You started as the wolf lowered its claw. "How could you kill an innocent man?" You asked. You saw the wolf turn back into the Juggalo, now completely naked. He didn't have a cock, which surprised you, but you still held your ground. The man cackled, wiping a faux tear from his eye. "You think this man is innocent?" He asked, his voice cold and gruff. He had a British accent and his voice was laced with malice. "I saw him lay with a child. Where's the innocence in that, foolish human?" Stated the tall man. You looked back at the beaten man and that's when you recognized him as a sex offender who'd been released from prison a week ago and went missing. You lowered your sword and looked to the naked man once more. He had his arms crossed as he smirked, you could see a gap in his teeth and on was chipped.. it was kind of cute.

"Are you going to kill me too?" You asked, fear suddenly surging through your veins. "I may, you come here, pull a sword on me and accuse he of torturing an innocent man." Listed the werewolf. He got closer, towering over you. "Then again.. you are kind of cute.." He thought out loud, making your face redden. He touched your cheek, skin as cold as death, making you flinch a little bit. You looked into his eyes, his pupils mismatched, one looked like that of a cats, slim as a toothpick, and the other was circular, like a wolf's. His irises were purple as lilacs, drawing you in. You were lost in his eyes, not realizing you were staring until he'd turn away.

He grabbed a large axe and swung it hard and fast, you ducked. You felt something roll next to your foot. You looked and saw the severed head of the man who was once behind you, There, a look of shock frozen upon his face as he looked you dead in the eye. The Juggalo looked proud pf what he'd done and put his axe back on it's stand attached to the wall. He turned on his heel and walked out, you foolishly following close behind. He brought you into a bedroom, a stone door losing behind you as you two walked in. He sat in an office chair, manspreading. You got a full view of the man's cunt when you sat upon his bed. You couldn't help but stare at his body.

"Are you here for my head?" He asked, getting a couple glasses of wine for the two of you. You reluctantly nodded after taking a sip of the alcohol. He rolled his eyes. "Well, you'd need to do better than a flimsy, silver sword." He drank. He looked you up and down and set his glass down, getting up and eyeing you. "Stupid, little, pathetic human." He spat, stopping in front of you. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to the ground, stepping on you. "Little boy thinks he can hurt me?" He cackled and kicked you in the face before sitting back down and manspreading.

You didn't know why, but you had the urge to obey the werewolf, you wanted to please him. You crawled over and put your head on the chair, in between his knees. He smirked as he felt you put your head on his chair. "Pathetic." He said, anger and lust filling his eyes. You felt yourself twitch at the name. You whined when he got up, and watched as he left the room. He soon came back though, his face paint washed off. He had a leash and collar. You watched as he slipped the collar over your head and tightened it. He attached the leash as he went to manspread upon his chair once more.

He yanked the leash, pulling you towards his dripping cunt. "Lick it." He demanded. You obeyed him, licking the area, earning a small, pleasured groan from him. He pet you gently, nibbling his lip. "That's a good doggy~" He groaned. You kept licking him, you licked his clit and felt him jolt a little and start moaning. "Why don't we see what the cock can do.. huh? You stupid, little whore." He growled the name and pulled you to his bed, picking you up and throwing you. He pinned you down and kissed you hard, his lips chapped and cold.

He soon pulled back, earning a pathetic whine from you, a string of saliva the only thing connecting the two of you. He snorted at your whine and shook his head before kissing your neck gently, fondling with your nipples under your shirt. You moaned softly and felt him start stripping you, licking a line up your stomach. He unzipped your pants with his teeth after unbuttoning them and took them off. You were extremely hard, your cock longing to be free. He slowly pulled back your underwear and out sprang your cock, leaking precum atop your stomach.

The man smirked at your size and gently ran his fingers along the prominent veins on your cock. He spat on it, jerking it for a little and got into position, shoving himself down your shaft and moaning loudly. You bit your lip and groaned at his tightness, surprised he didn't need to prep himself. He rode you hard and fast, his cold pussy feeling orgasmic on your warm cock. The trans werewolf's cunt was so wet and easy to fuck, you loved it. After about thirty minutes and 4 cumshots later he finally cam with a loud moan. That night was restless, you two went for several rounds after that.

The next day you awoke to the smell of bacon. You looked at yourself and saw you and the bedsheets were clean. You then looked around and saw a pile of folded clothes with a note that read; 'Once you're done getting dressed come downstairs for breakfast, XX, Thomas.' You smiled at the note and even more that you finally knew the man's name. 'Thomas'.. It rang in your head a couple of times before you snapped out of it and got dressed. You went to the open door and walked through, stepping carefully down the stony stairs. soon you got into a cozy living room area. It was attached to the kitchen and dining room. You could see Thomas, fully dressed and cooking. You wrapped your arms around the taller's hips and kissed his shoulder blade. The turned to you and smiled. "Come, let's sit." He said. You went to sit down and he gave you some food, which you happily ate.

Later, you two decided to watch TV. You were on his chest, cuddled up under a warm blanket as you watched 'Friday The 13th'. Every time you'd jump, he would kiss your head and rub your back gently, laughing softly. You two spent the rest of the day cuddling happily, just enjoying each others company.

#OC x male reader #Smut #gay #transmasc #trans #oc smut #some fluff #werewolf x human #sub male reader #male reader smut #top male reader #dom character

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dr3c0mix · 4 months

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please i need to pet the werewolf and call him a good boy

i think this is the first time ive drawn a werewolf before, hope you like it either way!!

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terato-is-life · 8 months

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Male X (secret) x Female Human

First chapter for a story for my Patreon/Ko-fi/Buy me a coffee subscribers.

Leave a feedback or a comment if you enjoyed and please, I am always open for comments to improve everyday 😊, although I kinda feel like I improved since my last story, but I'd rather if anyone pointed that out for me 😊❤️

PS: I tagged a few monsters so you could try and guess what it is, but the remaining chapters will be posted on my Supporting Channels.

When Delia heard her father calling, she would think of everything possible since it was hard for him to do it when she was outside or just relaxing holding a romance book under the weeping willow she so much loved.

She knew it had to be something serious.

But her mind and heart could not process very well the concept of being arranged to someone.

Specially when this said someone was the states’ lord.

She knew that it was offered more than a daughter of him for this arrangement to happen.

It had money involved as well. Her heart hammering hard inside her chest was screaming for that.

She wasn’t just being arranged out of being at marital age, but as a trade coin as well. And as much as she cherished and loved her parents, she knew that was the case as they were both looking at her with guilty and shame burnt through their eyes.

The carriage would arrive that same night, snatching her away from the place that she loved so much.

As the hours passed by, she got terrified by the thought that she would never see her family or that place again, and to bid farewell to her beloved weeping Willow was the hardest part of all of that.

And then she waited, And waited hoping that her soon to be husband would at least allow her to come back so she could get the remaining books.

By midnight, with only a beautiful blue full moon illuminating the place, a carriage stood by the front door, and Delia knew it was time for her to go.

As the carriage guards placed her luggage in the carriage while she got into it, she couldn’t help but to wonder how her future husband would be like.

She never saw him, only heard of him.

And even if that could be far from truth, there was a part of her wishing for him to be at least like one of the prince charmings from the books she loved to read.

And she wondered a lot of things about him.

How he looked like.

If his voice was deep or sultry or sweet.

If was a gentleman inside and out and not only at formal parties.

How he would prepare their wedding night…

Just the thought of the last thing was enough to make the poor girl’s cheeks warm.

But at the same time the thought made a couple of tears to drop from her eyes.

Her sisters were already married, and she was the youngest of them.

Was she worthy of a happy marriage?

What if he treated her badly?

Just the thought made she imagine herself hugging her legs in a corner, with tears falling like waterfall as her faceless husband was preparing to lay a hand against her.

She fell asleep while thinking of that, but thankfully her dream was sweet and lovely.

And her fairy tale was real.

#exophilia #monster x human #male monster x female reader #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #male vampire #male werewolf x female reader #monster family #male orc #male shapeshifter

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just-some-trans-nobody · 9 months

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Cuddly werewolf

Werewolf boyfriend x gender neutral reader

Minors Do Not Interact, I don't make posts for you!

Having said that this is just a bunch of fluff, enjoy. Established relationship, reader lives with werewolf boyfriend. Might give him a name and make him a recurring character but I'm not sure yet.

Formatted on a phone, might look strange on any other device. Sorry.

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You cold? Time for big fluffy werewolf cuddles and a face full of fluff as he pulls you into his chest. Cold weather is his favorite, it's the best for cuddling. His tail will be wagging as he snuggles you. He might get a little too excited and give you sloppy kisses all over your face. You'll have to wash your face extra well tonight, if you can wiggle out of his arms.

Too hot to cuddle? He's whining and crying, just absolutely distraught that he can't cuddle. He loves summer but he hates when it's too hot to cuddle with you. The heat makes him whinny as he lays on the floor panting with three fans pointed at him. If you sit down and let him lay his head on your lap he's joyous. His tail wagging up a storm as he closes his eyes snuggling into you. Will hold your thighs, that's the amount of snuggling he could handle in this moment. Oh boy if you start petting his fur or scratching behind his ears he's in heaven. You have four fans now, his tail is wagging so hard he's making a breeze. The next day his tail is sore from wagging his tail so aggressively. You'll need to give him an ice pack for his tail and comforting kisses.

His cuddly nature doesn't stop in public though toned down of course. He'll be holding your hand the whole time the two of you walk around. You'll be standing in front of an employee with him standing behind you paws on your hips as you tell the worker he asked for no pickles, he hated pickles. Ick.

If you let him he'll pull you onto his lap and practically hide you in his fur as he cuddles you. Will like your face he has no shame.

Oh how he loves carrying you around the place while he does things. If you're doing chores and can't reach something he wouldn't grab it for you he'd pick you up and hold you so you could get it. He'd watch you with a smile as his tail wagged. Loves doing chores with you, it's better doing it with someone he loves so dearly.

He's a bit clingy and will try to follow you into every room and get confused when you push him out. Will wait for you to come back out. Though if you tell him you need some space he'll understand and go do something else.

Times you're not around he'll cuddle your pillow or stuffed animals if you have them. If you don't he'll collect all your clothes and snuggle into them. Honestly anything that smells like you will work. The moment your back he's tackling you and carrying you to the bed for cuddles. If you smell like someone else he'll make quick work of rubbing his face all over you to get his scent on you instead. He's the jealous type but he won't tell you that. It's obvious though but cute that he tries to hide it.

If someone he doesn't like is near you he will wrap an arm around you and slowly pull you in closer, you're not leaving his side.

Loves giving you piggy back rides. He finds it so funny feeling you try to wrap your arms around him. If he's giving you a piggyback ride on a hike he's going to run you better hold on tight cause he's going as fast as he can. He's having fun, don't worry he won't drop you. Maybe.

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Werewolf X Reader - Beauty and the Werewolf

It was midnight, you had just got back from your friend's party. Before you left, your husband didn't feel so well. You had him sleep and rest in his bed, as you hoped he had been healing.

You walked into the living room, and turned on the lights. You gave in a deep breath then exhaled, "I should check on Richard, once I get some things done," You said tiredly.

You set your backpack down as you unzipped the backpack and pulled out the cupcake you had saved from the party. It was a vanilla cupcake, with frosting on top. You opened the refrigerator and set the cupcake on one of the shelves, then you closed the door. You grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet in your kitchen. You walked over to the sink and filled it up with water. Once the glass cup was filled with water you drank it quickly. When you were done you set the glass cup on the counter with all the other dirty dishes that needed to be washed and cleaned.

"I should check on Richard, to see how he is feeling," You told yourself.

Up the stairs you went, it was very late so you were trying to not make much noise. Once you were at the 2nd floor of the house you walked over to your bedroom where you and your husband sleep. You opened the knob, and you were about to flick the switch that turned on the lights when you looked below you to see some claw marks that were on the floor. You bend down and touched the claw mark to see that whoever did this definitely clawed some of the material out to leave a mark.

You flicked the switch, but no light turned on. Very strange. You pulled out your iPhone and turned on your flashlight to see there were many claw marks, furniture was broken, and Richard's clothes have been torn on the bed.

You gasped and quickly ran to the bed. You picked up the torn clothes, "Richard, what happened?" You quietly cried.

You turned around with the Phone in your hand to see a big, tall, werewolf. He had black mixed with white fur, he had green eyes, a tail, he had no clothes on, and he stood on two legs. Once again you gasped, as you dropped the phone.

What the heck is that?????!!!! You thought to yourself.

The werewolf started to slowly walk towards you, he slowly held his hand out to you. You were too scared. You quickly dashed towards the bedroom door. You slid into a wall, but you looked at the entrance of the room to see the werewolf, whining, and running towards you on all fours like an animal. He probably wanted you for lunch! Y/N quickly bolted down the stairs to the first floor. The werewolf was right behind you! You turned to the left and used the railing to turn quickly.

You were almost to the door when suddenly the werewolf shut the door by charging into it with brute force. You had no where to run, and you knew that this werewolf is smart somehow. You slowly walked backward as the werewolf got up on his two legs and started to walk towards you, and he kept on whining. Once you were almost to the living room, there was a table with family photos on it. The werewolf suddenly looked at the table and quickly selected a picture.

You were puzzled by what the werewolf was doing. Why would he be searching the family photos? He's also seems to be a smart werewolf. The werewolf then selected a picture, then he showed the picture of you and Richard at Disney World back in 2014. The man-wolf pointed at Richard. You looked back at the werewolf, to see he was whining again. Then you understood what he was trying to tell you.

The werewolf IS Richard!

You gasped once again, "Richard, what happened to you?!" You spoke in horror.

Richard whined, as you walked up to your husband to hug him. His fur was actually kind of comfy. Richard hugged you back.

You pet him on the back as you say, "It's okay honey, it's okay, I'm so sorry I ran away. Here follow me," You suggested as you released from the hug and grabbed his hand to lead him to the nearby living room.

Richard sat on the couch as the cushions suddenly rose up. You sat by Richard causing you to slide into him. You moved to the floor so you wouldn't have that accident happen again. You gently pet Richard's hand.

You wondered if he could speak in his werewolf form even though it didn't seem so, at least have him try. You spoke, "Richard, can you try to speak English to me?" You asked him.

Richard barked, next he looked like he was speaking, but as in dog. "Rrgh, Arf." The werewolf whined as he fell off the couch. He landed on his knees as he let his head fall onto your lap, you could see him whining, and you saw some tears drip off from his face. He was crying emotionally.

You shook your head slowly as you soothed the fur on his head causing his ears to flinch, which you thought was very cute, but still did not break the sadness that was still in your heart.

You kneeled down as you came to eye level with your husband. You put your head against, his as both of your hands were gripping the fur on his neck.

"Everything is going to be okay, you never deserved a fate like this. You will always be my husband Richard, does not matter whatever form you take on," You said as you comfort your husband.

Surprisingly, in response. Richard got near your face and licked you all over like a dog. You laughed, "Eww Richard, that's nice of you, but gross at the same time," You petted your husband on the neck in return.

Richard then stopped licking. You put your hands on the werewolf's furry cheeks as you could see your husband's eyes looking right at yours. You smiled, your husband still loved you very much, and you knew that he was glad that you still wanted to be his wife even though he has turned into a walking man-wolf.

"Richard, I'm tired I think it's time we both go to bed. I'll go to bed upstairs, you can try to find a place that's comfy in the living room," You recommended as you got up and walked past hallways to finally encounter the stair way.

You looked behind you to see Richard on all fours, looking up at you. "Richard, please go to bed in the living room." The werewolf replied with a whine. You rolled your eyes, "Fine you can sleep with me in my bed, we are just going to figure this out then." The werewolf barked happily as he ran up the stairs and catches up to you with him being by your side.

You walk into the bathroom, as Richard walks into the room you were going to sleep in. You brush your teeth, then spit the toothpaste out. You clean your face with toilet paper, then throw it in the garbage. You sighed as you walked into your room to see Richard standing on two legs like a human. He was using one hand to itch his neck. You walked up to him, and he was a couple inches taller than you. You smiled as he barked.

Once you were on the bed, and pulled the bedsheets over you. Richard climbed onto the bed, pulled the bedsheets away from you, cuddled right into your personal space, then lastly pulled the bedsheets over you and him. Your husband wrapped his big furry arms around your waist and pulled you close to his body. Richard was so cozy, his fur was cozy. You were comfortable. Y/N raised a hand to touch and pet Richard's cheek. She let her arm lay on Richard as she said, "I love you." Then Y/N closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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