#werewolf!harry

You’d been running for what felt like hours. Sweat dripped down your back and from your temples. Your arms and legs were covered in a grazing of cuts and scrapes. Harry always gave you a head start, “it’s more fun that way” he’d said, and while you did your best to meander in calculated circles at the start to throw off your scent trail– it never worked. 

You’d tried hiding the first time Harry brought you out to the woods, burrowed yourself into a thicket of vine maple and sword ferns. You’d hoped that the wet detritus of leaf litter, pine and petrichor would shield you, but the natural notes of the forest had been no match for Harry’s meticulous nose. The smell of your arousal combined with the unmistakable stench of fear on your skin was just too strong. He’d found you in minutes, snarling in displeasement at your pacified attempt at satisfying his inner wolf before he took you on the forest floor. 

Harry’s gruff breaths were growing closer. You could hear the snaps of twigs and brush of bramble not your own from behind. Your legs ached, muscles burning with a fire you still had not grown used to. Each breath was growing more painful and you could feel your body beginning to slow down from exertion. It was only a matter of time before his claws would sink into the plush of your skin and he would take you down. 

Stumbling over a tree root, you looked up at the night sky hoping for a glimpse of the moon or a star to guide you but the cloud covering was patchy and ambiguous. Still you carried on, heaving and tumbling through the verdant foliage. 

You were pretty sure the small creek that cut through the property was up ahead but everything had started to blend together in the dark and you weren’t quite sure which way to run anymore. 

Growing hazy and exhausted your mind began to wander to what Harry had planned for you tonight. Would he bite, scratch and tear your clothes to get to his prize? Would he throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his house and make you do whatever he said? You couldn’t wait to see what was next and part of you wanted to stop on purpose just to see, but you knew Harry would be displeased you didn’t play his game fairly, so you carried on. 

Your surroundings began to grow more recognizable, a small trail between a copse of trees was just up ahead– only discernable by the gap in the blackness the overgrowth created. He wanted you to play fair, you could do that. Instead of taking the path, which is what you presumed he’d assume you’d take, you veered left into a boscage of fern and foam flower. 

As you careened through the uncharted forest you began to realize how foolish you were. 

The pine trees grew bigger, their canopies towering and obscuring the sliver of moonlight that was illuminating your path. The underbrush was dense, far too much to make out any rocks or roots that you could stumble on underfoot. Your pace slowed as you navigated the dense foliage and you hoped that your conscious movements would carry you through the untamed brush. 

Harry had slowed with you, realizing your disadvantage in the foolish decision you’d made to take the path less traveled. He could make out his surroundings clearly in the dark, and you were just a little beacon of light in his eyes, your skin practically glowing in the pale light. He treaded with vigilance behind you, careful of any twig or branch that could snap beneath his weight. And you were none the wiser to his ever creeping presence. 

He watched you stumble, holding back a huff of amusement as you steadied yourself against the trunk of a tree. He would wait for the perfect moment, and while that was closing in, he wanted to let you think you were farther from him than you were. 

The foliage began to open up, the trees getting further apart, as you approached the trickle of the small creek. You’d tried to avoid reaching the creekbed, the rocky ground did nothing to hide your footsteps and it was always a harsher tumble to take when he inevitably did get his claws in you. Staying close to the ecotone you picked up speed as the terrain was more even, hoping you could grow the distance between you. 

That's when you heard the unmistakable crunch of rock underfoot from behind. You’d been so careful to stay on the sodden soil– dampening your footsteps and you knew it was a deliberate move from Harry the second you heard it. 

Harry could practically hear your heartbeat spike from where he was. The smell of your skin seemed to grow saccharine with fear and arousal and he couldn’t wait to lick the sweat that had beaded on your skin. You veered back into the brush, away from the riverbed, just like he wanted you to. The direction you were heading would lead to an especially dense thicket, one he was sure you’d lose your footing in. 

He didn’t bother refraining the snarl that escaped as he picked up pace behind you. His grunts and growls were untamed, each breath and noise further instilling that he was close and you were his prey. 

Branches and leaves snapped against your arms like stinging whips. The dewy ferns brushed along your calves making goosebumps prickle along your skin. His breathing was so close, you swore you could almost feel its warmth. Knowing he was just right behind you had you fighting against clenching your thighs together from the arousal that had been pooling– you were sure your panties were soaked at this point. 

One wrong step and you came tumbling down– just like Harry knew you would from the second you stumbled back into the forest. You landed with an oomph, your wrists burning from the impact of your fall, your knees scraping against the prickly duff of the bramble. Harry practically salivated at the sight, already down on the ground and ready to be mounted. 

“Got you,” he gruffed as his body collided with your back. 

The heat from his body was oppressive as he pawed at your flesh, the points of his claws digging and etching into your skin. Your underwear burned against your skin as he tore the flimsy material from your body. “God, you smell so good,” he growled against your ear as the sticky mess between your thighs became exposed to the cool of the night. 

You whimpered as the head of his cock slid between the slickness of your lips. Sometimes you’d fight, thrash against him just to appease Harry’s vision that you were prey, but there was no point in this position– and you were drenched. With the chase having been your foreplay there was no need for Harry to tease or prepare you. He only had one thing in mind– to breed his pretty mate. 

His claws dug into the plush of your hips, holding you still as the crown of his cock parted the tightness of your hole with one bludgeoning blow. You whimpered at the force of his penetrating thrust, the depth of him inside of you nearly incomprehensible. 

“Shut up and take it like the pretty girl you are,” he snarled as he tangled his hand into the back of your hair, pressing your face into the damp soil below. 

He hit your g-spot with a practiced precision that made it so you couldn’t hold back the whimpers and whines that fell from your mouth if you even tried. His hips snapped at a rapid rate, the sound of his pelvis hitting your hips in a rhythmic pattern, and aside from the quiet babble of the creek nearby your pathetic noises were the only sounds to be heard for miles. 

A smack echoed in the woods as his large hand came down on the curve of your ass, the points of his claws adding the sting of his slap. “Fuck–,” you groaned through gritted teeth. 

Harry growled as you clenched around him, “Fuck, you like that pretty girl, like when I spank that pretty ass of yours?” You mewled at his words, a whimpery, whiney noise that only seemed to add fuel to the fire that blistered beneath his skin– the innate urge to make you his. 

You groaned as his hand came down in a swat on your other cheek. He left the heat of his hand on your reddening flesh, the points of his claws digging further than they had before into your already stinging skin. 

“Such a filthy- fucking- slut,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts as he began to draw the points of his claws over the curve of your ass and down the dip of your spine. The sensation of his claws in your skin a pleasant distraction from the small cuts and scrapes you were sure covered your body. 

His hands slip from the spread of your hips up the curve of your sweatslicked back. Tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck Harry pulled your head up from the sodden forest floor. You could feel the debris of pine needles and moss clinging to the damp of your cheek and forehead but you couldn’t begin to care as Harry pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, “Always take me so fucking good.” 

Using the sharp points of his canines Harry nipped and suckled at the delicate plane of your neck, sucking marks along cords of your throat. A low satisfied hum emanated from his ribcage as he tasted the sweat on your skin. His senses keened to the palate of your body and he couldn’t get enough of the tangy notes of adrenaline and fear mixed together with the natural sweetness of your skin. 

With your muscles already burning from prior exertion, the bubbling of your orgasm in the ending of your nerves was another reminder of what you endured to get here. Something about being on the receiving end of Harry’s feral and uninhibited ministrations always did you in. Seeing him in his primal glory was undeniably hot– if it weren’t you wouldn’t be here. 

Harry could feel you clenching around the thickness of his cock in steady pulses. Steading his grasp around your waist, he held your back firmly to his chest as he continued to fuck up into you. Your tits shook with every jolt of his hips upward, nipples peaking in the chilled air. The noises that clawed up your throat and tumbled from your lips with each thrust became a constant as you neared your peak. 

“Gonna come for me pretty girl?” He snarled, his breath hot against the tepid skin behind your ear. “Show the world how pretty you look when you come baby, want every plant and animal in this forest to know who’s making you come.” 

His free hand snaked around your front, slipping past the hair that covered your mound to play with your swollen clit. The rough pads of his fingers circled your nub with an inhuman precision that made your mind spiral– each faint nudge and bump of his claws against your most sensitive area a reminder of the beast that was fucking you. 

The muscles in your thighs shook as you came with a cry of his name, the wetness of your orgasm seeping down the inside of your thighs and mixing with the detritus of the forest floor. Harry grunted as your orgasm flooded his senses. He loved how you felt gripping his cock and how he could smell the treacle of your arousal interweaving with the scent of pine and petrichor. 

“Atta girl,” he snarled through bared teeth. His fangs nipped at the hinge of your jaw, licking at the blood that surfaced against your unmarred skin. 

You jellied in Harry’s grasp, your muscles weak and tired from strain and struggle of being hounded by him. He let your body down with solicitude, careful to lower your limbs to the forest floor with ease. You let your arms sprawl lazily against the forest bed, the pine and moss a welcome cushion beneath your flushed cheeks as Harry continued to ravage you from behind. 

He smoothed his hand back over the dip of your low-back, admiring the bend and curves of your body, his pretty mate beneath him in the moonlight. “Gonna fuck you so full of my come pretty girl,” he snarled as he anchored his claws back into the plush of your hips. 

Harry could tell by your whimpery noises you could give him one more and he began to grunt with every thrust– the idea of coming again with his mate enough to have his own beginning to tingle at the base of his spine. 

You began to feel the swell of his knot at your entrance as each thrust of his grew more restrained. The prospects of Harry knotting you, plugging you with his come and keeping you like that had your nerves tingling with the low waves of another orgasm on the horizon. 

“Gonna give me another pretty girl,” he huffed, fixing his grasp on your hips to keep you level with him as he began to feel your knees sliding on the slippery pine needles. You could only make pathetic noises in response, mewling little cries and sniffles as he continued to nudge against your sensitive g-spot with every thrust. 

Harry wished he could keep you like this forever– at his mercy, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice in the middle of the woods. If he could have it his way he’d keep you his prey forever, hunting you and stuffing you full of his come until the day you were knocked up with his pups. While this might just be a game to satisfy his inner wolf, the thought of you pregnant with his child had him reeling. 

You didn’t realize how chilly it was until the sweatslicked skin of his chest met your back as his arm curled around you– holding you tightly. He kissed and nipped at your shoulder blades, gentle enough not to draw blood. You whimpered at the filthy things he muttered against your humid skin, clenching around him with each passing filthy thought, “Gonna look so good stuffed full of my cock, my come, my pups. Greedy little thing y’are, just want all of me don’t you.” 

As his knot continued to swell you could feel the tingly beginnings of your orgasm building in your fingertips and toes. You whined a string of pleas as Harry’s fingers snaked back over your belly and mound so he could play with your sensitive clit again. “Give me another sweet thing, let me hear who you belong to.” 

It didn’t take much for you to unravel again, your cunt tensing around the swell of his knot– an almost painful intrusion against your tired muscles as you cried his name into the silent night. The wetness of your orgasm shimmered in the moonlight between your parted thighs. 

Harry’s breath was rugged as he shuddered above you. Too consumed by his innate drive to mate you, Harry came with his teeth secured into the skin of your shoulder blade– suppressing the animalistic noises that mauled up his throat. His knot swelled, plugging you completely with the warmth of his come buried deep inside of your cunt. 

Feeling the weight of his body, the thick of his knot, and the bite of his teeth in your skin filled you with a near overwhelming sense of pride. You were his mate, his and only his and that notion had you fluttering with a flood of affection for the man collapsed atop you. 

“Did so good f’me, pretty girl,” he cooed as he licked at the small bites and indentations of his teeth along your back. “My pretty, pretty mate.” 

His touch was tender as he carefully rolled the two of you on to your sides. You winced with the movement, his cock and knot still stuffed deep inside your aching cunt. His touches were gentle though, as he held you, licking and kissing at the scrapes and scratches that adorned your arms and shoulders, brushing the dirt that dotted your cheekbones and nose. You were sure you’d be covered in marks come morning and already you were mentally preparing to alleviate the guilt Harry would have in the morning over the state of your body. It was all worth it at the end of the day to see Harry in his most unbridled and primitive form– to be able to share that with him was truly one of the greatest gifts. 

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୭ VAMPIRE!CHRISMD

chris is of course a vampire. a biter through and through. id say maybe quite a young-ish vampire, maybe only like 100/200 or so, so he still has that youthful energy but of course has years and years of experience on you (and, of course more sexual experience.....im thinking the first time you and vampire chris sleep together you literally see stars and have the best orgasm of your life as he fucks you) but anyway chris is definitely a vampire but in sort of a chilled out way like you won't catch him in a castle or anything. he's the type of vampire to mix blood into a a cocktail or something like that

oh yeah, nonnie i agree!! i think young vampire chris (i was thinking around the early 100s/200s) hasn’t reached like creepy old vampire status where he chills in a castle. he’s just a ‘normal’ functioning vampire who has his apartment in london!

vampire!chris is such a biter people would think you were his human chew toy. i also think that chris initially when you started dating didn’t want to feed from you cause he knew from the hormones and your taste that he would definitely come in ohis pants untouched just from your blood. however, bloodlust gets the better of him and still, every time he feeds from you, he’s coming in his pants. you could’ve sworn by now he’s ruined around 25 pairs of boxers!

i think vampire!chris also has a LOOOOTTT of experience in the bed. personally, still think he’s a switch/sub leaning, but i also do think vampire head with chris is the best head you’ll ever get. i can imagine him eating you out whilst you’re on your period and he is just not giving up. he’s going to keep licking up your bloody cunt until you’re screaming his name loud enough to hurt your vocal chords in the process of doing it so much. 

also, i really liked the little blood cocktail addition. that’s a cool aspect i never really thought about, so thanks anon! <3

the people (me) yearn for vampire!chris sinking their fangs into you during sex 

the concept of vampire!chris digging his fangs into you whilst you’re having sex and he just lets the blood drip down the open wound and mix with all the other juices as you both continue to fuck 😵‍💫….. he’s still balls deep in you as your slick mixes with your blood and it’s all too much for chris as he’s getting high off of the hormones not only from your cunt but also your blood 😵‍💫….

a concept: temperature/sensation play with vampire!chris except it's holy water so it burns his skin whenever it touches him, causing him to hiss and whine ever so beautifully as you ride him. maybe you even spell out your name or initials on him with it, reminding him that he's yours <3 

imagine he’s already overstimulated enough from you just riding him, and he’s biting his lip so much that it's now gone red raw and sore. it doesn’t help that his fangs start to pierce the fat of his bottom lip as that begins to bleed too. “keep fucking me, you filthy vampire,” you’d grunt as you’re rolling your hips, causing him to come and grab your hips to try and steady himself.

ugh i can imagine you just holding the vial of holy water up to him and his eyes just widen in horror. “c’mon, baby! not again, please, it really hurt last time!” he’d beg ever so beautifully but you just laugh wickedly, splashing him with holy water. he hisses and whimpers as it hits his skin, the sensation piercing on his sensitive skin as he writhes under you, before you grab his chest and push him downwards before warning him lowly, “don’t move.”

and like the good little vampire he is, he doesn’t. that’s when you bite your own lip in glee, dipping a finger into the vial and getting enough liquid onto your digit to have a lot more fun with him. you move your body closer to his, still cockwarming him whilst your hips go slow, before your finger coated in holy water comes down to his chest and you write your name across it. 

chris would then moan out loud, whimpering and now crying a little at the painful sensation as you fully brand him as yours <3 even if it does hurt him in the process <3

and honestly, if the sex was mediocre you’ll just hop off of his cock after you’ve done that and leave him hard. or make him have a ruined orgasm. :)

imagine vampire!chris drinking from you while you're ovulating and like the hormones or whatever in the blood make him really horny and he's just blushing and needy unable to stop himself from biting over and over because you just taste too sweet.

when you’re ovulating/on your period is a terrible time for vampire!chris. he can practically smell your blood from even a couple rooms away from you and his bloodlust is through the roof. when you began dating, he was able to isolate himself away from you but now?? it’s basically uncontrollable and sometimes he just has to act on his animalistic instincts.

i can imagine him being a blushing mess also, his body practically on fire as he sits next to you— nuzzling into your warm body. he sighs into the crook of your neck, before inhaling your scent and drunkenly smiling as he looks up at you all blood-drunk already just from your smell. “you smell good,” he’d mumble, his pupils already blown own wide with lust.

he begins rutting into your side a little as he begins nipping and scratching your skin with his fangs. he slobbers like a dog, coating your neck in his saliva as you become his human chew toy for a little while. 

he soon climbs on top of you though, groaning as he attempts (and somehow succeeds) in engulfing you so you can’t wriggle out of his grasp before his fangs dig deep into your skin, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he tastes your sweet blood on his tongue— savouring every element of it as he suckles from your neck messily, some excess dribbling down his chin and mixing with his saliva to make some disgusting mix of different things on your neck and down your breast. <3

୭ WARLOCK!CHRISMD

warlock!chris who tricks you into drinking a love spell that suddenly has you head over heels for him, willing to do literally anything he wants

fuck me, this idea makes ME so buzzy. like, YES? i don’t know why i never thought of warlock!chris, it just makes sense??? but oh my god, this man is a menace. if he can put any hex, spell or trick on you, he will.

thinking about him innocently slipping you a drink one day when he invites you over for drinks and it’s actually a love potion and you initially think it tastes funny but instead of questioning it, you just accept that it’s probably chris’s choice of alcohol.

after a while of letting it sink in, i can imagine you getting really hot and the whole world is a blur and chris is trying to act innocent, asking “are you alright?” and you just slur out something, maybe even mumble something about how he looks attractive, as your pupils are forming into hearts as you’re feeling this attraction you’ve never felt for him before… 😵‍💫 and he just takes advantage of that…

☆ GHOST!WILLNE

will is a ghost/spirit as you've established, so him and chris are sort of eternal best friends ig. id like to believe he's not bound to one house like ghosts sometimes are, just so i can shoutout my love for spectrophilia, in that he can follow you around and mess with you in public or whenever. definitely a cheeky ghost - the type to mess with lights or write shit on the mirror just to mess with you because it's the most fun he's had in years. also a panty thief because i said so. 

will and chris being eternal best friends makes so much sense, nonnie!! i was thinking about making it so he’s not bound to the house because i KNOWWWWWW for a fact that that pesky spirit has a knack for haunting you everywhere you go. not just in a sexual way, i think that ghost!will is also just very protective of you. to him, you’re the first human that’s basically given him any time of day, and i just think he does has a softer, more human side to him (towards you, anyways). 

him being cheeky is A DEFINITE. loves to toy with everything, especially when you’re in public. i’m talking quick tugs and pinches of your tits, slaps to your ass, cold chills over your cunt which have you breathless and soaking in the WORST of places. though, i think ultimately he’s more of a tease, but then hates when he pisses you off and you eventually give him the silent treatment because of it. i can imagine you’re giving him the silent treatment and he gets your most expensive lipstick and writes “stop ignoring me please :(“ on the mirror which riles you up even more. but eventually, you do work everything out when you’re looking for something (like your lost car keys) and he communicates through your fridge’s magnetic chalkboard about where you left them. 

him being a panty thief too………. mmmmm…….. i can imagine when you first moved into the house that you were SO CONFUSED when your lingerie went missing. like, you could’ve sworn you’d tossed that specific matching set into the laundry basket? well, yes you did, but will was quick to snatch it and go and put it with his now growing collection of trinkets and garments from the multitudes of people who lived in the house <3.

☆ DEMON!WILLNE

demon!will who you summon to a crossroads so you can make a deal but his part of the deal is that he gets everything from you, body and soul

ugh, there’s just something dirty and sleazy about demon!will. i can imagine him being all alluring, talking in a thick rich voice that just sounds right to you. his presence as well is tempting in itself too, and he’s just coated in filthy sin. the sunglasses definitely stay on to hide his monstrous eyes and his lips are always formed into a smirk and he’s wearing loose fitted clothes that show off his chest too ugh… need it. 😵‍💫🤤

imagine you do summon him and you’re pondering on the idea of selling yourself to him. or maybe he hasn’t even told you that detail, but you’re still hesitant and he just forcefully grabs your wrist, getting impatient because he knows he wants you and only you to be fully indebted and owned by him. “just fuckin’ sign it,” he’d mutter through gritted teeth as the pen is forced into your hand magically and you sign the contract, selling yourself away to him forever, just for him to smile smugly as the paper disintegrates into ashes, murmuring, “good girl. it’s better when we just do something rather than ponder on it, isn’t it?”

i can also imagine demon!will getting off when you start crying hysterically when you finally realise what you’ve done. i’m talking like, full on mental breakdown as you’re hitting his chest, sobbing your eyes out calling him a “liar” and all other sorts of ‘insults’ that just have him smiling to himself. he’s hard. terribly hard as he grips your chin, rubbing his thumb across your pouty bottom lip, before mumbling, “well not everyone gets what they wish for, do they pretty?” as your eyes are all wide and glassy— looking ever so fucking innocent for him to corrupt.

also breeding kink x demon!will would go so hard. 🫠😵‍💫 first of all, his fucking demon cock is massive. and he doesn’t use lube either, so imagine thee fucking burn you’d feel from the first time he pushes deep inside you. 

you practically are left not breathing and you swear you’re about to die. imagine him gritting his teeth, muttering, “fuckin’ hell, you’re so tight pet,” as he himself is finding it hard to make his hips snap up and find a rhythm when fucking you. but your tight cunt walls spasming when he fills you with his hot demon seed is like his drug, the feeling unimaginable to him and something he needs to experience over and over again.

i know this is kinda cliche, but imagine demon!will owning a casino or something like that? just a little food for thought, i guess.

☆ VAMPIRE!WILLNE

vampire!will who uses compulsion like in vampire diaries to convince reader to sleep with him.

vampire!will would soooo do this 😖, like imagine him just pinning you down, hands above your head as he looks into your eyes, muttering about how you’re going to sleep with him and you’re just so….. transfixed. you can’t look anywhere else other than his eyes and your brain is like fuzz, hypnotised by his piercing gaze from on top of you.

maybe he even asks for you permission… something like, “can i bite you?” but it feels like a mile away until he just smirks to himself as you give him a slurred response and he just uses you as he pleases! <33

彡 WEREWOLF!HARRY LEWIS

harry is a werewolf. big tall strong man who's just a little puppy at heart <3 definitely leans more into his dog-like behaviour around you because he feels so safe, so more than once you've caught him panting when you give him headscratches. werewolf harry 1000% has a breeding kink. his ruts are insane, and you basically have to clear your calendar for the foreseeable future when it comes because for that period your sole purpose is to be for him to fuck full.

oh my gosh, werewolf!harry my beloved!!!! i agree with all of this! him being a puppy at heart is like so real, i can imagine him rubbing himself all over your body with his scent so he ‘claims’ you with it. 

i also think he loves play fetch and stuff with you. or when you teach him tricks!!! ugh, imagine him being all happy and panting as you say “harry, up! let’s play fetch!” as you pull out some of your used lingerie and scrunch the fabric into a ball, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he starts to pant. and the head scratches too!!! god, he definitely melts into them, probably foaming at the mouth as your fingernails work at an extremely good spot on the top of his head.

oh my god, imagine having to clean up his drool and slobber because he gets too excited and he’s got you all icky and messy and he’s whimpering and whining, giving you big, sad puppy eyes as you have a cloth to his face, tutting about how he’s “such a messy dog” whilst wiping the drool from him.

werewolf!harry x breeding kink as well. I THINK YOU NEED A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, NONNIE. his ruts are fucking insane. the first time he knotted inside of you, you could’ve sworn you were transported to another dimension it was so otherworldly.

i can imagine him biting, scratching and drooling all over your body, maybe even making you bleed in the process, as he grabs your hips so tightly, fucking you over and over again, hitting your g-spot every time as all you can do is moan and become absolutely fucked out on his thick cock. (and by thick, i MEAN THICK. the girth and width of that bad boy is insane, it’s what makes his knots so good). and yes, you DEFINITELY have to clear your calendar whenever that time comes around, because he is indeed going to fuck you full as many times as inhumanly possible.

need harrys fat werewolf dick stretching me out as he bounces me up and down, basically using me as a fleshlight <33

need him to growl, scratch and bite me whilst he dumbs me down on his fat werewolf cock. imagine him just using you as a human chew toy, biting down on all your skin, littering you in marks of all colours in red, blue and purple 😵‍💫😵‍💫

imagine the scratches down your back as he uses his hips and thighs to bounce you up and down, making you dumber and dumber as he fills you with his thick, hot werewolf load 😩😩….

𖥔 FAE!JAMES MARRIOTT

james is a little different, i think he'd be a fae. smart little quips, pretty eyes and a smooth, rich voice drawing you in. charms his way to your heart with little gifts (you know enough fae lore to know he's baiting you into being indebted to him, but you give in anyway because how could you not?) and then paying off your 'debts' by letting him keep you as his human pet (petplay with fae james would go CRAZY here), showing you off to all his friends, maybe making you ride him just to show everyone how pretty his new toy is

not going to lie, nonnie, when i read this the james i envisioned in my mind is his like green and gold outfit from the california rain video??? it gives fae!james so badly.

once i saw the ‘rich voice’ part i was sold. it was almost like a siren’s call the first time you met fae!james. ugh, him having pretty eyes too that just loom you in is fucking insane and has me 😵‍💫!!! imagine the little gifts are like little ballads he’s thought of and he’s being all charming about it, like “oh, i was thinking about you and the words just came to me” as he’s smirking, knowing you’re becoming even more and more indebted to him as you have that sort of hypnotised look in your eye as you’re looking at him all dreamily and transfixed. 

him keeping you as your human pet???? nonnie, this is so sick and perverted but i LOVE it. soon enough, you don’t have a name. you’re just “james’s pet” and you’re always at his beck and call. he doesn’t let you go far, but you’re all prettily collared and your owner treats so lovingly— so why would you even want to run away anyways? him making you ride him in front of everyone else just makes sense as you’re basically his prize. his property that no one else in his little kingdom can have. he’s so sick and perverted, i kinda need him now.

today im focused on fae james, specifically the petplay angle - like it's a known fact that if you eat fae food you're stuck in the faerie realm, so what if james, knowing this, makes you suck him off and swallow, effectively trapping you forever as his little human plaything <3 i also think he'd be the type to take you to fae parties as his arm candy, showing off how pretty his new pet is to all his fae friends. maybe he makes you suck them off too, trapping you even more. also i think he'd def be the type to put a leash or collar on you. just so everyone knows exactly whose pet you are

god, imagine fae!james making you wear a collar and leash and walk around on all floors naked…. 🫣 need him to get some sort of faerie-powered collar which doesn’t come off and is like stuck to your neck forever so you’re constantly reminded that you’re owned by him and branded as his little human pet <3

ugh, the cock thing 🤤🤤🤤 imagine him just manspreading in front of you already in between his legs as you salivate at his leaking cock which becomes more on display as he pushes his hips forward to adjust more on the chair, whilst pushing his dick into your mouth. and then he just grabs your hair, fucking your face and using your pretty little mouth until he buries his shaft deep inside of you, spilling the thick ropey cum down your throat enough that it burns!!!

god, i can imagine the smug look on his face as he shows you off at fae parties. the way that he has your leash wound up in his hand so you can’t wander off far away from him 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ugh, and then him just pointing at his crotch when his faerie friends ask about how obedient you are towards him and instantly you’re bouncing on his cock, your moans obscene. <3 

suddenly enough, you’re helping all his faerie friends out as you hop from one cock to another… and after that james always makes you come to all the events he goes to. 🤤🤤🤤😖😖

𖥔 WEREWOLF!JAMES MARRIOTT

GODDD a mating press with werewolf!james......the voices 

ugh imagine his big burly arms flexing as he’s just rutting into you, growling as he feels your cunt flutter around his throbbing werewolf cock. i can imagine him practically salivating over your tits as they’re all smushed up together and bouncing with his relentless thrusts as tears brim in your eyes and your lips are pouty.

he’ll slobber and bite all over your tits and neck as his fingernails scratch and mark your skin, your moans now obscene and spilling out of your lips uncontrollably, his cock still completely splitting you open (enough to make you see stars and your toes curl as you practically spasm and quake in ecstasy) as he breeds you over and over again with his little pups <3

𖥔 TENTACLE DICK!JAMES MARRIOTT

james.... with a tentacle dick. a big fat tentacle between his legs, dripping with his cum that has a heavy aphrodisiac effect and also, his tentacle can knot u up real good 😛

i need james’s big fat tentacle cock to fill me up so badly. ugh, imagine the stimulation you’d feel from the suction cups all over it, causing you and mewl and cry as your fingernails scratch down his back. i can imagine the burn that you’d feel the first time he slides in and you just swallow him up, your thick walls clenching so tightly around his thick slimy shaft 🤤🤤🤤

GOD, knotting as well with it?! imagine the suction cups on the tentacle spasming around your spasming cunt walls as you’re screaming out in pleasure. i definitely think that there’s some sort of tentacle monster heat that happens to james once in a while where you’re just his little human cumdump for weeks as he just knots you with his monster dick for days on end, not stopping. <3

ugh, and the aphrodisiac effect of it!! ugh, i can imagine you giving head to him and you just can’t fucking stop. your mind feels hazy as you continue to suck his fucking monster cock and you can’t understand why you’re becoming more and more horny whilst you’re doing it. imagine him gritting out, “good fuckin’ girl, honey,” as you practically gag on his thick aphrodisiac cum, it dribbling down your chin and onto your bare tits as he cums for the umpteenth time…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

imagine if it also was kinda hypnotic too… i can imagine it when it’s erect swaying side to side…. luring you in to put it into your mouth whenever he needs you to. he doesn’t even need to tell you to do it because you’re so conditioned by the swaying to pick up the thick slimy cock and slide it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of the sweat aphrodisiac precum that beads on all the suction cups on the tentacle 🫠🫠🫠….

since u liked tentacle!james so much, do u have any other thoughts on him? gimme everything u have on ur filthy mind queen!

tentacle!james being like… the monster under your bed type thing kinda has me 😵‍💫😵‍💫…

like, imagine he’s been there for a while. and you know nothing about him. all he does is listen and observe your sleeping patterns etc etc, all whilst he’s fisting his tentacle cock. there’s just something about him being sort of stalker like in a way about it?

i can also imagine him just stretching his tentacles out as you’re asleep, the thick, long arms encasing your sleeping body and pinning you down to the mattress as he covers you in his aphrodisiac slobber. one tentacle goes into your mouth, whilst another is wrapped loosely around you neck. there’s another sliding down your stomach towards your… exposed cunt? dirty girl. sleeping without any panties? it’s like you were begging to be fucked by his monster cock.

and this has been going on for ages. you always wake up dripping in tentacle cum, skin covered in his monster slick and gunk, whilst your mind hazy as you can’t help the amount of wet dreams you’ve begun to have ever since your lovely monster under your bed decided that he was going to fuck you every night <3

✮ INCUBUS!ARTHUR

arthur hill i think would be some kind of demon, but most likely an incubus. like james, this man is deceptively pretty - all sparkly brown eyes and soft messy curls, winding tattoos and shiny rings to tempt you towards him. he takes a liking to you after seeing you at a club or something similar, one of his usual haunts, and decides that he has to have you. he takes his time with you, slowly inserting himself into your dreams and thoughts, unknowingly ruining several pairs of your panties in the process as he shows you filthy dream after filthy dream of him eating you out, fucking you, delving into the depths of your mind to find out what really makes you tick. when he finally has you, you're his prized possession. money is not an issue, whatever you want, you get. you're his girl, and he wants to make sure everyone knows it 

nonnie, i must also admit. i owe you my life and new born child because of this. YES.

now, if you haven’t listened to ‘electric chapel’ by lady gaga, now is your time to!! you mentioned about him meeting you in a club where he usually haunts, and my mind immediately went to ‘oh my god, it’s called electric chapel’ and it’s actually a run-down church that’s been turned into a nightclub. 

but i also think he’s definitely a performer there, hexing people not only with hiss deceptively pretty and charming looks (as much as those messy curls, sunglasses that are a must-worn, winding tattoos all over his skin and shiny rings that look so right when his hands are wrapped around a microphone) but also his voice too. 

but he definitely sees you in the crowd of one of his many performances one night and smirks to himself, being all like “yeah, i need them,” as the rest of his show became more and more provocative as he honestly was trying to get into your head there and then.

suddenly, all you can see is him though when he gets into your head. all you can think about is one thing: him, him and more him. as you said, the more scenarios he shows you, the more you’re entranced and entrapped by him— as if your mind had been completely rewired to think about him and only him. 

you find yourself drawn to electric chapel more and more often, even to the extent that you’re like, “this is going to sound really stupid but i’ve been having… quite— um, how do i say this?— sinful thoughts about you,” as you’re all flushed and fidgety. and he just chuckles to himself, cooing “you’re alright, doll. it happens to the best of us, angel.” before fucking you senseless in his dressing room at the club.

after that session, you’re contractually bound to him. your soul intertwined with his. you’re his prize for everyone to see. there’s always a ringed hand gripping your thigh tightly (or alternatively, a tattooed arm hugging your waist) as you sit in a booth at electric chapel, dolled up in all the designer brands you could ever dream of having, whilst he’s kissing up your neck and tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, as he’s muttering “you look so pretty, angel.” as all you can do is gasp and shudder.

✧ WEREWOLF!ALFIE BUTTLE

werewolf!ab who's worried about being too rough but lets himself lose control when you say you want it rough

oh my god, imagine him doing this during a full moon?? or close to a full moon?? i can imagine him upping his sex drive around a full moon and he’s so worried that he’s going to get too lost in the moment and lose control so he’ll just abruptly pull out before he knots into you and you’re left a bit like, “huh?? what’s going on??”

i can imagine him being so sweet and awkward about it bless him too. like, him just shyly admitting, “i really don’t want to get rough with you, darlin’,” and you’re just openly like, “what if i want it rough, alf?” and his ears perk up and he’s like so happy.

cue the full moon and he’s knotting you SO MUCH. there’s scratches all over your body and bruises litter your skin as he’s so rough with you, splitting you open, marking you and fucking you dumb <3<3

werewolf!alfie and bunny!reader … just thinking a lot of thoughts about their size difference and how wet it makes her. she’s never been this aroused by someone before and he finds it the most adorable thing ever when he spreads her legs and finds her completely soaking and sticky 🐰

thinking about how alfie just standing over you is enough for your little cottontail to twitch with excitement. how you have to look up at him with wide eyes as he flashes a wicked wolffish grin that shows off his teeth in the most predatory way, but instead it just makes you more aroused.

thinking about how you’d squeak and squeal, your bunnycunt wet and sensitive from him being able to sling you over his shoulder or bend you over his lap easily just so he can do an inspection on you and find you so leaky and needy for him… 😖😖

werewolf!ab who tugs bunny!reader back by her cottontail alllll the time. she swears she hates it but he sees the way her thighs rub and her fur gets a little sticky every time. also i think he’s such a cunt slapper whenever she gets to wriggly and jumpy🐰

thinking about werewolf!ab pulling at your cottontail just to see your face scrunch up as your thighs rub together, looking all pouty and uncomfortable.

imagine he continues to do it, watching how your fur gets all sticky and messy and all you can do is squeak, pathetically whining, “alf, stop. that hurts,” even though he can see you getting aroused by it.

just for him to say, “sorry, bunny. i won’t do it again,” with a smirk on his face as your thighs rub together and your face is flushed red with arousal, just for you to protest and say, “well! you don’t have to not do it.” and all he does is laugh, flashing you a wolfish grin 😵‍💫

werewolf!ab who makes bunny!reader ride him whenever she gets extra jumpy and wriggly, but she doesn’t really do it properly because she’s so excited, so she’s just pathetically humping him and only rising up a little. he gets six of her and flips her onto her back, bullying into her repetitively until her tummy is bulging and she’s squealing and drooling🐰

god, i love this idea. i think you can get very jittery around alf, especially when you’re aroused. thinking about you getting all squirmy when you’re having to look up at him towering over you and it’s all just so… 😵‍💫

imagine him just picking you up with ease when you get jittery and wriggly and he just puts you onto his lap, making you take his fat cock as much as you can.. and all you can do is take his thick head because he’s just so big compared to your bunnycunt!! ☹️

you whine, mumbling, “alf ‘s too big,” as you’re basically just humping his cock, unable to take it and alfie gets a little bit tired of you just humping so he just flips you onto your back and forces himself into you that it makes you squeal!

“that’s better, isn’t it bunny?” he’d ask as he starts pounding into you, watching how your belly bulges at his fat dick deep inside of you, before slapping your cunt once in a while just to listen to you squeal and clench tightly around him ☺️

✧ VAMPIRE!ALFIE BUTTLE

vampire!ab pinning you down on your front and rutting into you from behind in prone bone, and leans down to bite into your neck. it’s smeared all over his lips, you’re whimpering from pain and arousal, legs kicking a little as your hands weakly slap at the bed🐰

thinking about vampire!ab pressing your head down with one hand into the pillow as his breath hovers over the back of your neck, causing you to writhe and squirm, potentially even protest with a few weak kicks that do nothing to deter him whatsoever.

and then he bites down on your neck, causing you to cry out, the pillows muffling your cries as you exclaim, “fuck, alf!” all whilst your cunt starts to spasm, milking alfie’s cock that he’s buried deep inside of you.

thinking about him then licking the wound after he’s done, flipping you over just so you can look at his blood-coated lips smiling down at you, before he brings two fingers up to them, gathers some blood on his fingertips and then smears it across your body all whilst you shiver and whimper from the pain throbbing in your neck and from your arousal 😵‍💫

dare I say it, VAMPIRE ALFIE WOULD EAT YOU OUT ON YOUR PERIOD❤️‍🩹 cramps and stress... "oh you poor little thing, shall I get that sorted for you then?" with sarcasm dripping in his voice as he tugs down your underwear his tounge ALRWADY getting work until you're all overstimulated and "feel better". this might be heinous but oh fucking well 😸 - 🪼

thinking about vampire!alfie being able to sense you on your period not only because of your stress and snappy attitude, but because he can smell your blood because your hormones taste different during menstruation.

imagine you’re snappy at him whilst lying on the sofa, hot water bottle on your stomach as alfie sits next to you, letting your feet rest on his lap. then you go to give him attitude, and he goes, “now darlin’, what’s that for?”

and you grumble, “can’t help it, my cramps hurt,” as you go back to feeling sorry for yourself and having a little bit of a strop on.

then, before you know it, alfie is in between your legs, muttering, “well, you should’ve told me sooner darlin’,” as he’s prying down your underwear, showing off your cunt to him, before adding, “you poor thing,” as he already makes a work to your cunt, savouring every taste of yourself on his tongue.

and by the time he’s finished, your cramps have gone away and you’re left feeling better, all whilst looking at your vampire lover smirking at you with blood-stained lips 😵‍💫

꩜ SHIFTER!ARTHURTV

shifter!ex!atv who shifts into the shape of your new boyfriend just so he can feel you one more time.

omg i’ve never thought about this??? but oh my god i’m obsessed???

thinking about him slipping up as he’s having sex with you. maybe saying something that only you knew with him but like, you can’t escape so you’re just stuck there, having sex with your shifter ex boyfriend who’s currently inside of your boyfriend’s body… 😵‍💫

꩜ WITCH!ARTHURTV

Witch!ArthurTV, a powerful eldritch being, one foot in our world another somewhere else. I’m thinking spells and voodoo dolls, protection enchantments, jinxes and hexes on anyone who comes close to you. The kind of magic that vibrates your panties when you’re alone, forces dreams and thoughts of you being fucked while unable to move your limbs hmmmfffffff do you see it.

ugh, i can imagine this so well. not going to lie, i really fuck with the idea that witch!arthur originally gives you some sort of love potion when you first meet. smiling sweetly as you nervously bring it up to your lips to drink it, cooing and saying, “it’s all right. just drink it, you’ll feel so much after it!” and after that it’s been rose tinted glasses with you and him for so long after <3

godddd, him being protective and obsessive has me feralllll. especially if he’s a little witch recluse who never leaves his house and gets really possessive and jealous when you talk about other guys— more specifically ones at your work, i’m thinking a retail job of some sort where you see lots of people— and instantly he’s on the hexes. i can imagine one time he gets really angry and voodoo doll’s a guy colleague you’ve spoken to in the day (maybe he complimented on your outfit or something) and he’s just point blank snaps his arm. 

after being told about the incident at work, you call the guy colleague and he’s now in a cast and is like, “i don’t know how it happened. i went to bed fine and then all of a sudden i wake up in agony and my arm was snapped!” and you come to arthur all teary and concerned and he has to comfort you even though he knows damn well he did it :(

also, hexes and magic that makes your panties vibrate and your limbs unable to move. FUCK ME, THAT’S SO HOT. imagine him casting a spell or hex where you just drool and drool and drool whilst having sex so he can easily slip out of you after filling you up with his seed and easily fuck your tits because you’ve lubed them up from drooling so much!! <3

୭ VAMPIRE!CHRIS

oh yeah, nonnie i agree!! i think young vampire chris (i was thinking around the early 100s/200s) hasn’t reached like creepy old vampire status where he chills in a castle. he’s just a ‘normal’ functioning vampire who has his apartment in london!

vampire!chris is such a biter people would think you were his human chew toy. i also think that chris initially when you started dating didn’t want to feed from you cause he knew from the hormones and your taste that he would definitely come in his pants untouched just from your blood. however, bloodlust gets the better of him and still, every time he feeds from you, he’s coming in his pants. you could’ve sworn by now he’s ruined around 25 pairs of boxers!

i think vampire!chris also has a LOOOOTTT of experience in the bed. personally, still think he’s a switch/sub leaning, but i also do think vampire head with chris is the best head you’ll ever get. i can imagine him eating you out whilst you’re on your period and he is just not giving up. he’s going to keep licking up your bloody cunt until you’re screaming his name loud enough to hurt your vocal chords in the process of doing it so much. 

also, i really liked the little blood cocktail addition. that’s a cool aspect i never really thought about, so thanks anon! <3

☆ GHOST!WILL

will and chris being eternal best friends makes so much sense, nonnie!! i was thinking about making it so he’s not bound to the house because i KNOWWWWWW for a fact that that pesky spirit has a knack for haunting you everywhere you go. not just in a sexual way, i think that ghost!will is also just very protective of you. to him, you’re the first human that’s basically given him any time of day, and i just think he does has a softer, more human side to him (towards you, anyways). 

him being cheeky is A DEFINITE. loves to toy with everything, especially when you’re in public. i’m talking quick tugs and pinches of your tits, slaps to your ass, cold chills over your cunt which have you breathless and soaking in the WORST of places. though, i think ultimately he’s more of a tease, but then hates when he pisses you off and you eventually give him the silent treatment because of it. i can imagine you’re giving him the silent treatment and he gets your most expensive lipstick and writes “stop ignoring me please :(“ on the mirror which riles you up even more. but eventually, you do work everything out when you’re looking for something (like your lost car keys) and he communicates through your fridge’s magnetic chalkboard about where you left them. 

him being a panty thief too………. mmmmm…….. i can imagine when you first moved into the house that you were SO CONFUSED when your lingerie went missing. like, you could’ve sworn you’d tossed that specific matching set into the laundry basket? well, yes you did, but will was quick to snatch it and go and put it with his now growing collection of trinkets and garments from the multitudes of people who lived in the house <3.

彡 WEREWOLF!HARRY

oh my gosh, werewolf!harry my beloved!!!! i agree with all of this! him being a puppy at heart is like so real, i can imagine him rubbing himself all over your body with his scent so he ‘claims’ you with it. 

i also think he loves play fetch and stuff with you. or when you teach him tricks!!! ugh, imagine him being all happy and panting as you say “harry, up! let’s play fetch!” as you pull out some of your used lingerie and scrunch the fabric into a ball, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he starts to pant. and the head scratches too!!! god, he definitely melts into them, probably foaming at the mouth as your fingernails work at an extremely good spot on the top of his head.

oh my god, imagine having to clean up his drool and slobber because he gets too excited and he’s got you all icky and messy and he’s whimpering and whining, giving you big, sad puppy eyes as you have a cloth to his face, tutting about how he’s “such a messy dog”whilst wiping the drool from him.

werewolf!harry x breeding kink as well. I THINK YOU NEED A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, NONNIE. his ruts are fucking insane. the first time he knotted inside of you, you could’ve sworn you were transported to another dimension it was so otherworldly.

i can imagine him biting, scratching and drooling all over your body, maybe even making you bleed in the process, as he grabs your hips so tightly, fucking you over and over again, hitting your g-spot every time as all you can do is moan and become absolutely fucked out on his thick cock. (and by thick, i MEAN THICK. the girth and width of that bad boy is insane, it’s what makes his knots so good). and yes, you DEFINITELY have to clear your calendar whenever that time comes around, because he is indeed going to fuck you full as many times as inhumanly possible.

𖥔 FAE!JAMES

not going to lie, nonnie, when i read this the james i envisioned in my mind is his like green and gold outfit from the california rain video??? it gives fae!james so badly.

once i saw the ‘rich voice’ part i was sold. it was almost like a siren’s call the first time you met fae!james. ugh, him having pretty eyes too that just loom you in is fucking insane and has me 😵‍💫!!! imagine the little gifts are like little ballads he’s thought of and he’s being all charming about it, like “oh, i was thinking about you and the words just came to me” as he’s smirking, knowing you’re becoming even more and more indebted to him as you have that sort of hypnotised look in your eye as you’re looking at him all dreamily and transfixed. 

him keeping you as your human pet???? nonnie, this is so sick and perverted but i LOVE it. soon enough, you don’t have a name. you’re just “james’s pet” and you’re always at his beck and call. he doesn’t let you go far, but you’re all prettily collared and your owner treats so lovingly— so why would you even want to run away anyways? him making you ride him in front of everyone else just makes sense as you’re basically his prize. his property that no one else in his little kingdom can have. he’s so sick and perverted, i kinda need him now.

✮ INCUBUS!ARTHUR

nonnie, i must also admit. i owe you my life and new born child because of this. YES.

now, if you haven’t listened to ‘electric chapel’ by lady gaga, now is your time to!! you mentioned about him meeting you in a club where he usually haunts, and my mind immediately went to ‘oh my god, it’s called electric chapel’ and it’s actually a run-down church that’s been turned into a nightclub. 

but i also think he’s definitely a performer there, hexing people not only with hiss deceptively pretty and charming looks (as much as those messy curls, sunglasses that are a must-worn, winding tattoos all over his skin and shiny rings that look so right when his hands are wrapped around a microphone) but also his voice too. but he definitely sees you in the crowd of one of his many performances one night and smirks to himself, being all like “yeah, i need them,” as the rest of his show became more and more provocative as he honestly was trying to get into your head there and then.

suddenly, all you can see is him though when he gets into your head. all you can think about is one thing: him, him and more him. as you said, the more scenarios he shows you, the more you’re entranced and entrapped by him— as if your mind had been completely rewired to think about him and only him. you find yourself drawn to electric chapel more and more often, even to the extent that you’re like, “this is going to sound really stupid but i’ve been having… quite— um, how do i say this?— sinful thoughts about you,” as you’re all flushed and fidgety. and he just chuckles to himself, cooing “you’re alright, doll. it happens to the best of us, angel.” before fucking you senseless in his dressing room at the club.

after that session, you’re contractually bound to him. your soul intertwined with his. you’re his prize for everyone to see. there’s always a ringed hand gripping your thigh tightly (or alternatively, a tattooed arm hugging your waist) as you sit in a booth at electric chapel, dolled up in all the designer brands you could ever dream of having, whilst he’s kissing up your neck and tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, as he’s muttering “you look so pretty, angel.” as all you can do is gasp and shudder. <3

✧ GORGON!ALFIE

a little cheeky bonus as well <3. thinking about gorgon!AB who has to wear shades everywhere but is a cocky little monster because he knows he’s hot as fuck and the shit. he typically wears long hoodies to hide his scales but loooves to send you gym pics where he’s in his compression shirts and his scales are shimmering with sweat all over them but also due to the dim lights of the gym.

i can imagine you riding him and he’s flashing his fangs as you’re made to look down at yourself through his sunglasses cause he can’t take them off or you’ll turn to stone. so instead, you’re succumbed to looking at yourself being fucked dumb on his fat cock through his dimmed out lenses.