#werewolf x reader

You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-

You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.

Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.

A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.

Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.

Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.

You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.

"So... who ya texting?"

Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.

He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.

It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.

Bite you, mark you, make you his.

Breed you-

"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."

"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.

Not Caleb!?

"Well, what's he saying?"

"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"

"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."

You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.

"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.

Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.

"Valko..."

"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.

He needs you.

he’s groping your ass at the cul-de-sac cookouts. he's burying his nose in your neck because you smell one hundred times better than the food your neighbor keeps forcing onto his plate. he’s hogging the fruit platter you brought for everyone else, feeding you pieces with his hands, then making you lick the juice from his fingers afterward.

you make up for forcing him to spend time with the neighbors he doesn't even like by letting him take you however he pleases.

tonight's choice is against the dresser to the left of the bed you two share.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s hot. too hot in the bedroom, so he has to rip the bed sheets away from his side or he’ll start going more insane than he already feels. you’re facing away from him, ass pointing toward him in an unknowing taunt as you remain asleep on your side. yet he still wakes you, tugging you from your slumber and flush against his front.

even in your groggy state, you know. you can feel the leaky head of his dick pressing into your fold–pulsing its heated requests right against your entrance. a tired lift of your leg is all it takes for the wolf to grope your tit and slide inside you with a growl into your neck. he’s already coming by the time he bottoms out, pumping his seed as he keeps fucking you.

the both of you know that if he doesn’t get out what he needs to right now, he'll be a clingy, whining grump… so he fucks you for the entire morning. embracing you while you clutch him back, your drowsy state and the way his tip nudges up against your cervix wrenching multiple orgasms from you. your husband coming almost continuously for the entire period, creaming your walls with nonstop, throaty howls. and only stopping when the two of you are covered in sweat and panting with exhaustion.

“can’t wait f’you to to take my knot,” he slurs at your back, holding your trembling figure. letting his eyes shut, he rambles. “gonna mark you up. fill you with pups, then watch y’get all big and round. make your tits swell up nice ‘n pretty with milk…” 

pairing: gn ! reader - ft. werewolves, orcs, minotaurs, succubi / incubi, dragonfolk, and vampires.

author's note: this'll be kinda messy, so sorry. just had a misunderstanding due to a language barrier today and somehow got inspired. sorry for the ramble lol.

[ pt. 2. ]

werewolves. 

“so, when are you two tying the knot?” 

the vicinity goes quiet. your werewolf friend freezes mid-drink, ears slowly turning red under messy, shaggy hair. “w-we’re not—! that’s . . . !” 

“what?” you blink, confused at their weird reaction.

someone in the pack coughs into their hand. another is trying very hard not to laugh. 

the werewolf mutters into their sleeve, mortified. “humans shouldn’t say mating phrases so casually.”

you stare. “i said marriage.”

“exactly!”

orcs.

you pat the orc who was helping you on the shoulder. "woah, you’re really strong, you know that?” 

they go still. very still.

you notice the rest of the orcs nearby stop talking, too. one of them elbows another with a smirk.

the orc clears their throat, trying to look casual. “. . . you think so?”

“yeah?”

a radiant smile bloomed on their originally stoic face, a satisfied hum vibrating through their chest - their tusks seeming to be somehow glinting brighter under the sun. “you should say that again sometime,” maybe a day where the two of you weren't under the scorching sun.

now they're thinking, maybe going over to help the little, struggling human was worth it. even if they only had just been egged on by their friends to approach any human and flirt. . . . this may be a good distraction for a while.

minotaurs.

you notice a lost looking minotaur among the halls - and deciding to take pity, you approach.

“here,” you say, grabbing their hand. “the hallway’s confusing. c’mon, i’ll guide you.” asking them where they needed to go to, you lead the way once getting a shy response.

the minotaur follows quietly. 

when you finally reach the exit, you turn around, tugging your hand to free it —

– and freeze upon feeling the vice grip on it. 

they’re staring at your joined hands like you just handed them the world.

“ . . . what?” 

their ears twitch, still staring. “in my culture,” they murmur softly. “. . . nevermind.” ignoring the fluttering feeling in their chest at being guided through the maze of hallways, 

they stuff their tingling hand in their pocket. “can i have your number?”

demons. 

“i promise i’ll help you tomorrow.”

the demon’s pen stops mid-signature.

“…promise?”

“yeah?”

their eyes narrow thoughtfully.

“binding or casual?”

“…what?”

“verbal promises can still count,” they say, pulling out parchment. “just for documentation.”

“IT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH.”

the demon sighs.

“humans are terrible negotiators.”

dragons.

you place the gold ring on the table. “i thought you might like it.”

the dragon stares at it.

then at you.

then at the ring again.

their wings shift slightly. “ . . . humans give courtship treasure very quickly.”

you choke. “WHAT.”

they gently slide the ring into their palm, inspecting it, before slipping it on their finger. it seems to be the perfect fit.

“ . . . i accept.”

“WAIT—”

incubi / succubi.

“sweet dreams.” you wave before heading to bed.

the cubi pauses in the doorway. “. . . was that intentional?”

“was what intentional?”

their smile is slow, amused. “humans wishing dream-based creatures sweet dreams.”

“. . . it’s just a goodnight phrase.”

“pity.” they lean against the doorframe. “i thought you were inviting me.”

your face burns.

they grin wider. “that blush is very convincing, though.”

vampires.

“you look delicious tonight.”

the vampire says it with complete sincerity.

you pause halfway through adjusting your collar.

“. . .thank you?”

they nod approvingly, gaze lingering just a second too long.

“radiant complexion. warm pulse. excellent circulation.”

“. . .you’re flirting, right?”

the vampire tilts their head.

“. . .i was complimenting the meal.”

you slowly back away.

But he's just so... Pathetic.

You can't help feel bad for him.

Your fingers tease up his chest as he tries to talk to you, you smirk as you watch him start and stutter over his words, his tail curling between his legs as he starts to whine a little.

You pity him enough you let him fuck you.

He's lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal, claws holding your thighs open as he thanks you over and over again.

You tell him to shut up and keep eating you out, your hand reaching and grabbing the top of his head as you push your hips up into his face, groaning as his tongue makes you reach a climax.

You don't even fight him when he starts to needily nibble at your neck and shoulders, his thick cock poking at your entrance as he pleads.

He's so pathetic, he's sobbing at this point as he slides in to you. Your tight warmth around his thick girth making him lose it.

He barely last long, a few messy and sloppy thrust and he pops his knot into your cunt, swelling up and filling his load into you.

He's sobbing uncontrollably as he holds you, his tail wagging.

You weren't complaining much, the feeling of him deep in you, his load filling your insides... It was bliss.

But you knew you were going to have to train him to last a bit longer.

Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????

Depraved approach

Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk

You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.

You don’t know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because you’ve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.

Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. That’s why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.

An enchanted fleshlight.

Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least that’s what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use… and hopefully you’d feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and you’re hoping you do.

Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.

Is it depraved? Absolutely.

Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.