🥲 A Werewolf Mercilessly Fucking Someone While Apologizing For Being Too Rough, But Not Being Able

i burn for you

GONNA GET YA

(My art)

Cute witch dabbling in black magic and summoning a demon. They think they'll pull forth an Imp. Something pitiful and easy to bind and control. Instead, they end up with a powerful, hungry incubus standing in their summoning circle, towering over them.

The witch isn't powerful enough to control a demon of this...magnitude, and they both know this. The incubus steps out of the circle meant to bind him, magic breaking like cobwebs, hardly even sticking to him as he walks over to his next meal. He could leave. Nothing is keeping him here, but hells, where's the fun in that?

Siren!boyfriend who wasn't always a siren and who was never really your boyfriend...

you were a sailor who spent more time on a boat than you ever did on land. you stop one night in a harbor town and meet him. He's human and shy. A series of storms keep you in town for much longer than planned. He's cute, he offers you a space in his bed for as long as you need it and his place is certainly much nicer than your quarters on the ship

it's only a few weeks, it's not even dating, just sleeping together really, but he's in love with you, obsessed with you. when the weather clears up he begs you with tears in his eyes to stay to be his, and he cries when you tell him you can't stay. He asks if you'll visit him again, if he can write you letters if he can get a job on the ship just to come with you. The answer is still no.

He watches with tears in his eyes as your ship sails away, as you leave him. he's never felt this way about anyone. he can't think straight now that you're gone. and the thought that you're gone, maybe gone forever, makes his heartache

it's more than heartache, he can't breathe properly now that you're gone. life isn't worth living. the night after you leave he tries to drown himself in the ocean.

Only he doesn't die, he's saved and reborn as a siren.

it's more than he can ask for really, because now he can go where you go! He catches up with your ship eventually. some of his new Siren brothers and sisters pointed him in the direction.

he sees you sometimes. as you work on the ship, as you lean over the edge of the railing to look at the endless blue, the blurring of the ocean and the sky at the horizon. and he gets to watch you.

what surprises him most about his new body, besides the tail, the gills the not being human anymore, is how hungry he is for you. he can smell you, and while he'd desired you in his human life this is different. he keeps having to push away fantasies where he bites down on your throat and your skin and muscle would break away in his mouth. He can almost taste the way your blood blooms into his mouth, melting on his tongue like butter.

But he loves you! you're his soulmate! he would never hurt you... your crewmates are nowhere near as lucky. if anyone of them gets too close or lingers alone for too long, Your siren Boyfriend will gladly sing to them, call to them until they slip over the edge of the boat and to his wanting teeth.

for a while thats enough for him. watching you when he can and eating everyone else. but he's hungry for more. He's been a siren for a while how he's sure that he can have you and not eat you... probably. he still remembers what humans need and he's sure that he can provide.

so one night when he catches you alone. he sings for you, a beautiful irresistible song. one that has you stepping closer to hear more clearly, you don't even realize you're climbing over the ship's railing until you're in freefall.

like so many other sailors you fall into his arms, but unlike so many others you live. It may have taken him becoming a monster, but you're finally his.

Thinking about…

A werewolf boyfriend who obviously gets really rough during sex- and other sexual acts- but he gets so rough that his claws dig into the skin of your hips(and other places) and they break your skin by complete accident.

It’s not a serious injury- if you can even call it an injury- but he feels so terrible after you both come down from that climax, and he’s apologizing and rambling about it. I’m just thinking about that aftercare, the clean up of the wounds n such, how sweet and gentle he’d be, even if he is such a giant compared to you. That he’d be so concerned-him acting like it’s not happened before-, and he swears he ‘won’t ever touch you again’ because he feels so bad:(

Werewolf boyfriend who only has one setting when it comes to sex and it's hard. Like I hope you have a sturdy headboard otherwise it's getting snapped. I hope your spine is up for the challenge too.

He's going down on you, you've already cum twice but he's not stopping. This is more for his pleasure than yours and you both know it. You whimper and squirm away from his mouth. He growls and tugs you back in place. His claws dig into your hips hard enough that you're sure that you'll have bruises in the morning but then he flicks his tongue in just the right way and you don't care about pain.

He doesn't stop until he smells blood, he pulls back and sees that he's pressed his claws hard enough into your skin that he's cut you. You're not bleeding bad. You stop bleeding almost completely when he pulls away. the cuts aren't deep, but they do bruise. Still, he feels so awful looking at what he did to you.

"hmm, baby? why did you stop?" you whine, You were close to a third orgasm.

"I'm so sorry baby-" He whines as he leaps out of bed to get a first aid kit to clean up your hips. As you come down a little you do start to hurt a little. You don't think it's that big of a deal until he says that he won't ever have sex with you again.

"Woah, let's just talk about this some more. I'm fine. We can have sex again even if you hurt me a little bit," you try to tell him.

"No won't even touch you ever again," he vows... yeah sure. It takes like fifteen minutes for him to side-eye you and pout. He wants to cuddle but he doesn't want to hurt you again. Would it be okay to touch you again even though he just said he wasn't going to?

He ends up snuggling close to you and grumbling that he'll be more careful the next time you two have sex. That's a little more reasonable than "never again" at least.

ok but imagine

you're in "heat" and your werewolf bf helps you like OH LORDD like you're just so horny and your werewolf bf just wants to help u<33 he'll do anything to help u

he wants to breed u so bad and just can't wait until you both have kids running around the house

will DEF scent you, if he smells somebody's else's scent on you, you're surely occupied for the rest of the day by him scenting u

You don't even need to tell him you're in heat, he can smell it on you. From the second he walks into the house, he can smell your arousal, and suddenly he's tearing through the house looking for you.

you can hardly mutter out a "please" before he's on top of you, whispering sweet nothing into your ear about how he's going to make it all better, how he's going to fuck you so hard it won't hurt anymore.

every time he growls that he's going to get pregnant he feels your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock.

"Oh, you like that huh? you want me to fill you up?"

"y-yes fuck yes need it-"

he doesn't make you wait long. he cums hard and a lot. knotting you just like you've been aching for him to do

he nuzzles closer to you and lets you catch your breath, scenting you heavily. it's hard for any scent to overtake the heavy aroma of lust... but he'll try.

soon though, it's not enough. you wine and start grinding against his crotch, his inflated knot still trapped inside you, the pressure is enough to make him cum again, which is of course, exactly what you wanted.

"is that better, puppy or do you need more?"

"m-more please, need more,"

and who is he to deny you?

big muscles are only sexy to me if theyre softened by a nice healthy layer of subcutaneous fat. i will never understand the appeal of super toned ripped washboard abs or biceps

🥲 i cant stop thinking abt reducing a werewolf who’s in heat to a begging mess. like listen he js wants to fuck you and you won’t let him?? but he’s been such a good boy?? he’d start whining and whimpering like a puppy. ears laid back, he’s so desperate for you. so you agree to let him fuck you on one condition : he has to use his muzzle. last time he got a little bit too excited and started biting a little too hard. so now he has two options, he gets to fuck you with a muzzle on, or he doesn’t get anything at all.

he thinks it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to mark you. but eventually he accepts your conditions, but he’s whining about how it’s not gonna be the same. while he’s fucking you, poor baby is panting and drooling all over himself, begging you to take it off, he needs to mark you. you manage to remind him that greedy boys don’t get anything and he just starts going faster, to the point where none of you is able to form a coherent sentence. his mind is hazy, but he takes a mental note to get rid of that damn muzzle.

Listen listen listen. Your werewolf is torn, he never wants to hurt you and is absolutely destroyed that he went too far and hurt you the last time you two had sex. It’s all of his worst fears come true! He really is nothing but a monster driven by instincts telling him to chase carnal pleasures. He thought he meant it when he promised he’d never hurt you. Every time he looks at the heald mark on your neck it makes his stomach turn. He’s so worried you’ll leave him over this…that he’ll lose his mate because he couldn’t control himself.  He needs to be coaxed into even touching you again. Sex is almost completely off the table…almost. 

He’s still human- well he’s not but you know what I mean. He still has desires. Your touch still sends jolts of electricity down his spine, your smell alone is still enough to get him hot. He tries his best to satiate his needs with just kissing and dry humping. Although. It’s hard to enjoy anything when he’s fighting against his animalistic urges telling him to just mount you already. You like rough sex, you like how big and sometimes scary he can be, so what’s the problem? Marking feels good- at least for him, it does. And wouldn’t you want to make your wolf feel good? And who cares if you’re scared of his monstrous side? It’s not like you can run from him, you both know he could track you down where ever you ran off to.

Those monstrous thoughts scared him a little bit. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also knew he needed to keep you as his, he wondered which one of those desires would come out on top if push came to shove. 

It doesn’t take long for his more carnal desires to win out. He’s begging for his attention and pleading for you to let him have you again. It’s been almost two full weeks since the incident and he’s pretty sure people can die from going that long without sex. He’ll do anything- and he’ll promise anything if you just let him have you. You don’t even need to do anything he’ll do all the work- he’s strong enough to use you like a Fleshlight you both know that

This is where you bring up the muzzle. It’s special. Made for werewolves so they can’t escape even with their strength. He agrees immediately! Then regrets it… again he’s torn. This is good… he can’t hurt you this way but god he hates this fucking muzzle. He can’t even kiss you like this, don’t you see how cruel this is? It’s just his nature. It’s like asking him to go Vegan. 

He knows that you’ll soil him with kisses once he’s calm again. Hell, he knows that you’ll probably let him bite you if he’s careful- but all those thoughts are background noise as he listens to you whine and moan. You take his cock so well- you take his teeth even better. He loves you with all his heart and werewolves show love by biting. 

He snarls to himself and gnashes his teeth behind the cage you put him in. he watches a bead of sweat drip down your neck and he mashes the grate against your skin and struggles to lick you. The muzzle digs in his face as he pushes its limits but he doesn’t care, he manages to lick the sweat from your skin and he shudders in pleasure. 

Once he does calm down you let him out of the muzzle and kiss him senseless. He feels better… he didn’t hurt you this time at least. But part of him wants to throw out that stupid cage.

Imagine your werewolf boyfriend housesitting for you while you’re out of town and being surrounded by your scent without you there driving him nuts. It’s only for a week but he misses you and can’t help himself from humping your pillows with his nose buried in the blankets; growling, whimpering your name, and wishing he was burying his aching cock inside you instead.