#monster nik

Days moved quietly in Nikolai’s cabin, his heavy footfalls, the scent of pine and smoke, his lazy rumbling snorts whenever you did something that amused him. You’d grown used to the rasp of his claws against wood, the way he watched you like you were something precious he was afraid to break.

He never touched you with anything but gentle hands. Never took more than you offered.

But he lingered. Oh, he lingered.

Golden eyes following you when you stretched. Breath hitching when you brushed past him. That low, hungry sound deep in his chest when you smiled at him. He was waiting. Patient. Coiled.

And then came the night of the full moon.

You woke to a pressure in the air, thick, humming, heavy. The woods outside felt alive, trembling with something old. The moonlight spilling across the floorboards was almost too bright, silvery and sharp like a blade.

Nikolai wasn’t in the bed.

Then the doorframe shook.

You sat up just as Nikolai stumbled inside… only he was bigger than you’d ever seen him. Fur blooming across his chest, shoulders monstrous and wide, claws lengthened, fangs catching the moonlight as he panted through them. His eyes were molten gold, blown wide with instinct.

He was halfway between man and beast, and barely holding onto the man.

When he saw you, a sound ripped from him, hungry, desperate, feral.

“Milaya…” His voice was distorted, deep enough to rattle your bones. “Tonight… instincts too strong.”

You swallowed hard. “Nikolai…?”

He took a step forward, trembling.

He was giving you the last chance to turn him away.

But your body was already reacting, heat curling low, breath quickening, that irresistible pull you’d felt since the moment he carried you into this cabin now sharp as hunger.

His restraint snapped like a trap when you didn't move.

In two strides he was on you, towering and immense, scooping you up like you weighed nothing and laying you back onto the furs. His claws bracketed your head, careful even in his frenzy, but everything else was overwhelming, his size, his heat, the way he loomed over you like a living mountain of muscle and fur.

He inhaled sharply, nose dragging along your throat.

“Sweet,” he snarled. “All mine.”

His mouth was on you before you could answer, hot, claiming kisses; fangs grazing but never breaking skin. His hands roamed everywhere, claws tracing your stomach, your thighs, your hips as if mapping what belonged to him.

The growl he let out when he touched between your legs was animal.

“Ready already?” His breath was fire against your skin. “I’ve waited weeks… but the beast has waited longer.”

He flipped you onto your stomach with shocking ease, hauling your hips up, his huge hand flattening between your shoulders to keep you steady. His chest pressed to your back, fur brushing your skin as he lined himself up, thick, heavy, monstrous.

Your breath hitched. “Nikolai—”

“I have you,” he rasped, voice breaking around the edges. “I will claim you.”

The first push stole your breath.

He stretched you open slowly, agonizingly slowly for him, you could tell by the guttural snarls tearing from his throat, until your body yielded around him, heat and pressure overwhelming.

When he bottomed out, his entire body shuddered.

“Good,” he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “Perfect. You take me perfectly…” His hips drew back and slammed forward, and the world fractured.

You moaned into the furs as he set a rhythm, powerful, primal, his hand gripping your waist to keep you from being pushed forward with each thrust. His breath was hot on your neck, his growls vibrating down your spine.

“Mine,” he kept whispering, chanting, worshipping. “Mine… milaya… mine…”

His claws dug into the furs beside you, refusing to risk your skin as his pace grew rougher, deeper, overwhelming. Every thrust pushed you higher, tighter, your nerves sparking like wildfire.

When you cried out, his hips stuttered, instinct answering instinct.

“Let go,” he growled, voice shredded. “Let me feel you.”

And when you did, when your body clenched around him, heat bursting through you. Nikolai roared as he buried himself to the hilt, his whole body going rigid as the beast claimed you fully, possessively, completely. His teeth sank into your shoulder, not breaking skin, just marking, while he pumped through the peak, growling your name like a prayer and a promise both.

When he finally collapsed over you, chest heaving, arms caging you in, he lowered his mouth to your ear.

“Next full moon,” he panted, kissing your cheek with surprising tenderness, “I take you again… but slower. As your mate.”

Your heart hammered. “Mate?”

His smile brushed your skin, warm despite the fangs.

“Too late to run now, little one.”

If you have the time could you do monster Nik x fem reader?

My first nonny <33 and of course i can!

Werebear! Nikolai had been watching you who sneaked off into the forest. You, who liked to take berries off the bushes and sit at the pond for a few hours. Sometimes bringing a book, he'd seen a journal, possibly a sketchbook. Whatever it was, he watched from the brush.

Werebear! Nikolai who made the mistake of getting to close one day, and watched as you scurried out of the woods after catching a glimpse of him. Even after a dreadful night, he went back the day to see you standing there. And you seemed to he looking for him this time.

Werebear! Nikolai who got dizzy listening to your sweet worded apology about running off. When yoy finally left for the day, he had to stop for a quick wank to sooth the ache in his cock.

Werebear! Nikolai who takes his time building a relationship with you, who acts to be the perfect gentleman, all while fisting his cock after each encounter afterwards. Who stole your hair ribbon one afternoon and afterwards wrapped it around his cock.

Werebear! Nikolai who finally gets you to come back into his den. Who cooks dinner until you were fully and sleepy. Who waited until you fell asleep before carefully moving you to the deepest part of his den.

Werebear! Nikolai who slide your panties off when he saw your eyes flutter open. Who depite your protest ran fingers inbetween your folds, circling your clit ever so gently until your letting your moans fall free from your lips and your body relaxes under his touch.

Werebear! Nikolai who waited until you were dripping and incoherent with pleasure before pushing his cock into you. Shushing you gentle as the tears formed as he split you open. Bigger than any human male.

Werebear! Nikolai who fucked you so harsh and rough, you were cock drunk before he buried his seed. Who keeps fucking you until he's shoot blanks. Who falls asleep on top of you keeping your pussy plugged.

But when the raiders came, torches blazing and steel flashing, the forbidden woods were the only place left to run. You ran until your legs gave out, until your lungs burned like fire and your vision went dark.

When you woke, it was to warmth.

Soft furs wrapped around you, a fire crackling steadily nearby, the scent of pine and smoke thick in the air. The cabin around you was rough-hewn but sturdy, lit only by firelight.

And in the corner stood a man. Or something like a man.

Thick black and deep brown fur curled along his arms and chest. Broad shoulders, enormous hands tipped with claws, and round bear-like ears perched atop his head. His silhouette was massive, blocking half the lantern light.

He turned slightly as he heard you stir.

“You’re awake,” he rumbled, voice low and gravel-thick with a Russian accent that vibrated straight through you. “You passed out at the border of my territory.”

You pushed yourself upright, head still swimming. “W-who are you?”

He stepped into the firelight then, and your breath hitched. His eyes, warm gold, unsettlingly intelligent, swept over you, lingering just long enough to make your pulse spike.

“Knew you were close long before you crossed the treeline,” he said. “Could smell you. Sweet. Untouched. Frightened.” A dangerous, amused glint warmed his features. “Humans call it ‘virgin,’ da?”

Your body went rigid. “You… could smell that?”

A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. Not cruel, just knowing.

“I am werebear. It is easy for me to know who would make a good mate.” His head tilted. “And you… smell like future. Like fate.”

He took a slow step closer, then another, each heavier than the last, the floorboards creaking under his weight.

“I am Nikolai,” he continued softly. “I brought you here so you would not die. And because instincts… say you could be mine.”

Your breath stalled. “Yours?”

“Only if you choose.” His voice dropped, deep, intimate. “I am not monster who takes what is not offered. I wait. I court.” His warm, furred hand lifted to brush your cheek, rough, but surprisingly gentle. “But I warn you, milaya… once you accept me, I am very difficult to be rid of.”

Despite the tremor in your limbs, you found yourself leaning into that touch, heat blooming under your skin, a strange safety curling in your stomach.

His thumb stroked your cheekbone, almost reverent.

“There,” he murmured, pleased. “See? Trust comes naturally.” His gaze flicked to your lips and back to your eyes. “I will not touch you further until you ask. But when you do…” His voice dropped to a possessive growl. “I will make certain my mate is never left wanting.”

The fire popped, sparks leaping, and for the first time, you wondered if the woods hadn’t cursed you at all, but delivered you into the arms of something far more dangerous. And far more tempting.