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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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Literally no one asked for this lol | Mr. Wolf x Reader | your cute wolf bf keeps holding back for some reason… so u decide to tease him till he snaps | reader is a human so this is kinda weird but yeah | no one here is a furry but idc I loved the movie and he’s hot | no explicit n*fw but very suggestive content | mostly spoiler free

The first time he pulls away you feel a bit hurt. One second he’s kissing your little mouth with his soft muzzle, tongue prodding curiously at your lips, the next he’s scrambling backwards, eyes wide, pupils blown out, and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. It only takes a minute or two before he’s regaining his composure, avoiding your questions with practiced ease and distracting you with wholesome cuddles that have you scratching behind his ear, wondering what went wrong.

It happens again at the library, as your books lay forgotten on the carpeted floor, Mr. Wolf leaning you up against a bookshelf with his lanky frame towering over you as he kisses at your neck. You are clutching onto his shoulders, face red with want and arousal. You make a small moan, and your wolf immediately freezes, before he sets you down gently, pulling away with a guarded expression. You urge him to continue, panties uncomfortably wet and lips still agape as you plead with him, but he only swoops up your books from the ground to carry them, nudging you playfully and telling you to focus on the textbooks you need.

Your relationship was happy, the two of you got along nearly perfectly. He was supportive and sweet in every way, and you could tell he was being genuine when he talked about how much he cared about you. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. You had wants and needs. And Mr. Wolf clearly wanted it too, he was just holding back for some reason. And you were determined to change that.

“Can you put this necklace on for me?” You called for him without looking away from the mirror, checking out your outfit slowly.

You heard heavy steps behind you, “Sure thing, baby.”

Turning around, you smiled as you tilted your face upwards, looking at him smile at you fondly. You placed the silver necklace into his hands gently, showing him where the small clasp was, and turning back towards the mirror, sweeping your hair to the side and watching his expression in the mirror.

You saw him falter at the sight of your bare skin, yellow eyes darting quickly between the necklace and its destination. He carefully wove the necklace around your neck, and you watched him fumble with the thin silver, his huge paws extremely noticeable on either side of your head.

Mr. Wolf gulped, “Let me know if I hurt you, sweetheart. These hands ain’t good for much else then stealing and driving you know.”

You giggled, “Mr. Wolf, don’t you steal rings and purses from right under peoples noses? Surely you can put on a simple necklace.”

“Yeah, well, more used to taking these things off them putting them back on,” He mumbles absentmindedly, yellow eyes narrowed as he tries and fails to fit the clasp, “Shit, why is this so difficult…”

“Don’t worry sweetie,” You hum, “I’m sure your hands are good for other things.”

He just makes a noise of acknowledgment, focus still on the clasp.

You put your hands on his, stopping him from fiddling anymore, “I mean, just look at the size of them.”

You slowly lead them to rest around your neck, the light pressure on your throat enough to make you flush red. He freezes completely. You look in the mirror, savouring the image. He was wearing some sweats and a black t shirt, forearms exposed, fur slightly tussled from an earlier cuddle session.

“Just look how big they are, Mr. Wolf,” You murmur, “I love it.”

The wolf laughs nervously, tugging his paws away from your hold gently, “Careful there. Wouldn’t want to accidentally give you a cut, sweetheart.”

You are all too aware of the sharp nails that rest extremely close to your face, but you just pull him back softly, “Oh but I know you would never hurt me. And if you did, who knows, I might even like it.”

“Excuse me?” He sputters, and you can see his face turn red in the mirror.

“You heard me,” You say quietly.

Mr. Wolf clears his throat, looking at the ground rather at your eyes. His hands still rest lightly on either side of your head, and they are actually rather warm and fuzzy. You like it.

You feel his shift behind you, “But…Aren’t you ever afraid I’ll hurt you? Like, really hurt you?”

“No,” you immediately answer, “You would never.”

“How can you feel so sure?” You can hear his voice near your ear now, he’s leaned in closer, eyes locked onto your neck, breath slightly heavy.

You press your backside into him, letting your small frame be dwarfed by his, “Because you care about me, Mr. Wolf.”

“And I care about you too. So you can hurt me. Just make it feel good.”

Your necklace silently slips out of his fingers and onto the floor. He’s trembling behind you and you glance curiously at his face instead of the mirror.

“Mr. Wolf?” You ask when he’s stays quiet.

You’re startled when he actually growls, the sound deep and ragged, making a shiver run through your body.

He doesn’t move his hands from your neck, or pull away, instead he nuzzles his face close to you, pupils blown out, and maw slightly agape.

“Why…why do you have to say things like that? Can’t you see it’s hard to control myself as is?” He doesn’t sound angry, just frustrated, an air of desperation in his tone. “Even now I just want to mark up that pretty human neck so fucking bad. You’re making it so damn hard for me, sweetheart.”

His words send a heat straight to your core, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. His spine goes ramrod straight at the sound, and before he can scramble away you grab onto his hands, pulling softly at the plush fur. He doesn’t yank them away, (you suspect he’s scared of hurting you), but he starts to sweat nervously.

“Moe please. I’m not so fragile as you think,” You say breathlessly.

You can tell he’s on the cusp of giving in. His eyes keep darting to your lips, and his hands twitch in your grip.

He shakes his head, as if trying to dispel a fog, “Baby, look at yourself.”

You make a noise of question.

One of his hands pulls itself gently from your grip, and wraps around your thin wrist instead, “You see how small you are? How easily I could snap this arm if I got carried away? How easy it would be to simply squeeze until it cracked?”

There’s silence.

He continues, “And look at this face,” Mr. Wolf prods at your cheek, the gesture making you giggle a bit despite his serious tone, “So soft. And cute. One small scrape from my claws and you’re bleeding. Maybe even a scar.”

Then he moves down to your small waist, hand placed almost possessively, “And here,”

He pauses, and you wait patiently for him to speak again.

“If I so much as press down too hard on these lovely hips, you’d have bruises for weeks.” He says, but he looks almost enchanted by the idea.

You finally talk again, turning around fully and putting a hand to his face gently. The two of you almost look like you’re dancing, with his hands on your hips and your arms stretched out just to reach him.

“Like I said,” You continued firmly, “I know for a fact you would never hurt me too badly. You’re my good boy.”

Mr. Wolf’s tail starts to sway slowly, the rustling almost loud in the quiet room. He still makes no move to touch you further, but you can see the fluff up in his cheeks when you called him that nickname.

“And you wanna be my good boy, right Mr. Wolf?” You say softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

The only warning you get is a snarl, before you are on your back, letting out a small gasp from the impact. He’s on top of you quickly, large body pinning you down easily, fuzzy face nuzzling desperately at your neck, licking and kissing until you’re moaning, wriggling against the floor and his heavy frame. One of your hands automatically goes up to scratch the coarse fur behind his ears, and you’re surprised when instead of going limp like he usually does, the wolf actually moans, the sound drawn out and full of satisfaction. It makes you want him even more.

“Want you so bad,” Your wolf barely manages to growl out, his voice going deeper and deeper no matter how many times he clears his throat, “Is it really okay? Can I do this to you? Really?”

Instead of answering him, you roll your hips against him as best you can, and before you know it he’s grabbing your hips roughly and slamming them back down against the ground, upper lip curved upward to reveal his sharp teeth. He bared them menacingly, but you just reach up and trail a finger around the side of his jaw, before making contact with the pearly whites of his teeth. He lets you gently pry them open, and he licks at your fingers, intense gaze never leaving your face. The more you explore his sharp canines, the more Mr. Wolf starts to shrink, face turning a bit worried.

“Like em’?” He asks nervously, taking care not to move his jaw too much while your fingers are in his mouth.

You feel warm knowing that he was still treating you with such tenderness, “I do.”

He gulps, then pauses, “Then can I…” He trails off.

It’s almost funny how nervous and careful he was being, even though he was on top of you, basically holding you down. You move your hands to behind his ear again, looking up at him fondly.

“What is it?”

He coughs, and raises his head away from you, looking to the side, “Can I mark you up a little bit? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You answer almost immediately, “Yes. Please, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Mr. Wolf seems taken back by your admission, but then breaks out into a sly grin.

“Alright then,” He says, swooping down to come closer to you again, “Let’s see if you really aren’t as fragile as you look, shall we?”

You barely get the chance to nod before he’s licking your neck, the new sensation making you squirm under him. A massive hand pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you still as he kisses at your throat, and you can feel his breathing get heavier and heavier the more noises you make.

“Oh!” You can’t help but gasp when he nips softly at your skin, teeth lightly grazing your pulse.

Mr. Wolf freezes, but you are quick to reassure him.

“It feels good; please don’t stop,” you say breathlessly.

It’s only a moment before he’s back at work, biting and sucking like he couldn’t get enough of your taste. His maw was large enough to easily snap your neck with one bite, but instead of scaring you, the thought just made you more excited, knowing that you really fully trusted this wolf with all your heart.

“God, you look so pretty like this,” He mumbles between bites, “Ya little human neck all sorts of reds and purples…so damn perfect. And you’re all mine. Makes this all so much better. Finally get to hear you make those cute fucking noises. ”

You feel his words rather then hear them, tone full of possessiveness, the deep rumble rocking your small body. Your neck feels a bit sore at this point, and you can feel a slight throb from where his hands grip tightly at your shoulders and waist. But you feel greedy; you want more.

“Mr. Wolf,” You say, face flushed and body unbearably warm, “Please take off your shirt for me. I want to see you.”

He pulls away from you, hot breath brushing against your face, “Ah—alright sweetheart. But only if you’ll take off yours too.”

You can’t stop the small squeak you make when he leans in close, devious smirk on his face,“I wanna see if I can mark up the rest of your body too.”

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mintaikcorpse · 1 year

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My sister, parents, and friends all think I'm a furry. IM NOT A FURRY! There's just a bunch of coincidences!

Like, everyone had a crush on Mr Wolf and Diane from The Bad Guys! They're just hot! They're the exception!

And Vivziepop just makes a lot of animal based characters! It's not my fault some of them are hot! Like yeah, Husk is a cat. But he looked good in a suit, okay?

And that goes with Alastor, Angeldust, and Vaggie! You can barely tell Angel and Vaggie are supposed to be a moth and a spider! It's a coincidence! And yeah, Stolas is an owl, and Loona is a wolf, so??? Stolas is very likable, and Loona's design is just really pretty!

And Striker may be a snake/rat looking demon, but he's also the exception!

And yeah, in Hunter's (Golden Guard's) first introduction, his mask was a barn owl. BIG DEAL. It doesn't mean anything that he became my favorite character!

And yeah, I made multiple animal based characters! But that's because they're fantasy stories, and making animal characters are super common! And animals are really fun to make characters out of!

And maybe younger me loved to play Animal Jam, collected LPS, loved Disney animals, and looked at furry art online, and then made a fursona when I was 8. Big deal! I was 8! It means nothing! And maybe sometimes I still draw myself with possum ears or a raccoon tail. That doesn't make me a furry!

And maybe I still love drawing animals, and I love making bug characters or a lot of drawings I make have animalistic aspects to them. And I only have one sexualizwd drawing of an anthropomorphic spider I did! It was for anatomy, and drawing basic human anatomy is boring! And yeah, my friends constantly compare me to a possum and raccoon, my discord pfp is a raccoon, and I constantly use possums as a reaction image. These prove nothing! Everyone does these things, right?

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