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….mating press w a werewolf while he mumbles “get pregnant” over and over🥲🥲🥲🥲

anon you can't say these things to meeeeeeeeee



fucking- alright. Imagine being a cute little human with no fucking clue about the volatile breeding kink your werewolf boyfriend has. anything domestic you do has him hard as a rock. you're just trying to do dishes and all he can think about is making you his cute little house spouse, full of his puppies.

He's obsessed with wolf-courting rituals. his home is always cozy but maybe just a bit too big for two people, hint hint. he spoils you with expensive gifts and tons and tons of food. As much as he loves seeing you do domestic things he also loves showing off how good he can be around the house. He would be such a good husband! He would be such a good father! So hurry up and ditch the birth control already-

God help you if you mention anything about wanting to get married or have kids he will take that as an open invitation to knock you up. he can smell when you're ovulating and he basically doesn't let you leave the bed, he's so busy pounding you full of his cum. he calls you his "bitch in heat" while he does it too.

Really though I like to imagine his breeding kink really only comes out in the middle of sex. you think you're just having a romantic night but then he's got your ankles over his shoulders and he's moaning about how he's going to knock you up.

" 'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy and make you a mommy. you'll take it, right? Be a good bitch and take it all for me-"

and of course, as he fucks himself deeper into you he can't help but moan "get pregnant" over and over again. you can't really tell if he's talking to himself or commanding you to get pregnant already, and with the way he's bullying his thick cock into you, you don't have the mental energy to do anything but moan- let alone ask for clarification.

He knots you. Of course. As if it's even a question. He loves watching your stomach bloat with his cum and there's just so much of it, some of it can't help but slip out around the base of his knot. all the more reason to fuck it back into you.

If for whatever reason he couldn't knot you, he'd make you wear a plug, to keep his seed inside of you when you go to work or are out of the house. he likes that it makes you smell like him. he likes knowing that you're full of him even when you two are apart.

🥲 a werewolf mercilessly fucking someone while apologizing for being too rough, but not being able to stop. :( pussydrunk werewolves my beloveds…

pussy drunk werewolf. what will he do

Before he even gets you naked your werewolf can smell your yummy pussy from a mile away, he knows when you're wet almost before you do. Poor baby is left licking at your belt begging you to please let him eat you out he promises he'll do a good job :(

It’s only a second after you give your consent that your clothes are shredded with their massive claws. You might be allowed to keep your shirt on if he's feeling generous he only really wants access to your sweet cunt anyways.

His big claws dig into your thighs pushing your legs apart and giving him access to what he's after. It feels like he's trying to fuck you with his tongue the way he digs it into you, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit in his desperate attempt to get his tongue deeper into your cunt.

100% the kinda man to eat pussy for his pleasure, not yours. He doesn't even notice when you cum the first time... or the second. he's just so obsessed with the way you taste, the way you squeeze around his fat tongue.

If he's smart- he'll shove a pillow between his legs to hump. but if he lets his instincts win he'll just pathetically buck his hips into the air while he eats you up.

Really the only way to get him to come up for air is to beg him to knot you. Tell him that you need to feel his cock where his mouth is.

"Are you sure you can take it? you were so tight around my tongue and my cock is much bigger..."

He's suddenly sadistic, he'd be happy to eat you out for hours, if you want more than that he's going to need convincing. He won't use his big fingers on you, you have to stretch yourself out for him. Prove how much you want his dick, beg for him to fuck you deep in the parts you can't reach with your pathetic human hands.

Whatever prep work you manage won't be enough. It hurts as he pushes into you, but the sting makes your mouth water. He wasn't planning on giving you time to adjust but you're literally so tight around his cock he can't move. It takes a surprising amount of strength to pull back from the vice-like grip of your cunt. Don't worry sweet thing he'll fuck you loose.

"s-slow down. I can't! it's too much!" you whimpered. But he can't stop now- the way your cunt spasms around him sucks him in, it's like his hips have a mind of their own as he fucks you. His clawed hands fall to your hips pinning you against the bed with his weight. He's so much bigger, so much stronger than you what choice do you have but to take it?

"Sorry, I know- I know it's a lot but-fuck baby you feel so good. I can't stop I'll just cum real quick then we can be done- I'll just knot this tight pussy then I'll feel good-"

His string of apologies soon becomes incoherent babbling and snarling. You feel so good around him that he can't help but give in to his instincts. And his instincts are telling him to pound you until you go colorblind.

He leans down and licks your face, drinking your tears of overstimulation before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder- through the shirt he let you keep on back when he just wanted to eat your pussy.

"sorr- sorry- fuck I'm sorry baby-" he cries out in warning as his thrusts pick up speed and he forces his knot inside your already full cunt as his seed pours into you.

Even as his cock goes soft and his knot goes down he doesn't pull out, he keeps his hips flush against yours as he holds you close. your pussy just feels too good to leave. so warm and perfect for him.

He'll give you a little time to catch your breath- maybe he'll even let you fall asleep but if you do just know you'll wake up with his tongue deep in you once again.

I'm just so glad I found the found the werewolf part of tumblr, lol- I'm just SO obsessed with the idea of being a werewolf's sweet little house wife by day, keeping up our lovely cabin in the woods, cooking with the game he brings me from his hunts, the rest of the pack always around like a big extended family.

And by night being his prized breeding stock, dominated totally by his animalistic need to mate, and making a new addition or two to the pack~❤❤❤ it's the dream!

if my partner isn't a werewolf I don't want it tbh

He’s the perfect mate! He’s polite and treats you well. Everyone likes him, and your friends gush to you about how jealous they are that you have such an amazing partner. He takes care of you, paying for all your bills and spoiling you with expensive gifts on top of that. He’ll give you his credit card and get pouty if you go a few days without using it.

If you want to be a stereotypical housewife, he’s fine with that! He’s just happy he gets to come home every day and see your pretty face. It gives him butterflies in his stomach when you offer to cook up whatever he caught from the hunt. He likes providing for you- whether that be with food or money or whatever else your little heart may desire. 

You might feel a little nervous meeting his whole pack, but they all love you. Your werewolf boyfriend gets a little embarrassed when all his pack mates start telling you how much he talks about you behind your back. All good things of course, as if he could ever say a bad thing about you.

He really is the sweetest lover you’ve ever had, and then you feel his hand sneak down the small of your back to grope your ass. Your face gets hot and you look up at him, but he isn't reacting.

“What are you doing? We’re in public” you hiss at him as he squeezes your backside a little harder.  He leans down and puts his mouth against your ear 

“I’m going to fuck you out of your mind when we get home”

As if he even needs to warn you, he always fucks you out of your mind when he fucks you. You forget sometimes that he’s a wild animal. But he reminds you when he takes you from behind, his teeth buried in the flesh of your neck and his hands on your hips keeping you where he wants you. 

“ ‘m gonna fill this cute pussy up and you’re going to take every drop, yeah? You’re going to be a good Mate and take what I give you right?” he growls into your ear as he slams his cock inside of you, over and over again. You can only moan in response. 

“Awe that’s a good girl, I’m going to assume that was a  “yes Alpha” and you’re just too cock-drunk to talk properly… poor little human, you’re all fucked stupid and we haven’t even gotten started yet-”

Everyone thinks your werewolf is the perfect man, and they have no idea how right they are.

I can’t stop thinking about the shock collar anon. It awakened a desire to be the femdom to my naughty werewolf bf

really- the shock collar isn't all that bad. Sure on a human man, it probably would sting a lot. but for a big strong Wolf like him? it's no big deal. that isn't to say that he doesn't fear the shock collar, just that it's more than a mental game.

you lay down on your bed, naked and legs spread, a remote to the shock collar in hand. Your werewolf lover sits on the floor their eyes glued to your naked body.

you start touching yourself, more just showing off your soft wet pussy than actually pleasuring yourself, and every time your werewolf lover leans in to get a closer look- or to smell the air that is thick with your arousal you shock them. good puppies sit and watch. good puppies take what they get. and if they're good- they might just get a reward. if you're feeling generous that is.

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?

ahhh werewolf bf humping ur pillow when you’re away….the fact that it smells like u…ur scent…everything. it got him rilled up and now he’s drooling all over it.🥲

I raise you- werewolf boyfriend realizing that you drool in your sleep and licking and biting the spot where you drooled because it's basically like making out right?

or- him stuffing his pillow between his legs to hump while he buries his nose in your panties. he makes sure to cum directly on your pillow and he gets a sick satisfaction watching you go to sleep that night with your face on that same pillow. he basically came on your face! and now he's hard all over again.

werewolf boyfriend chewing on your pillow not only because it smells like you but because it muffles his moans, and then when he pulls away he realizes he bit a chunk out of your pillow and now he needs to find a replacement before you get home and catch him

your werewolf absolutely going to town on himself while smelling your pillow, only to get caught jerking off. you teasingly ask him if you should let him continue or if he'd like the real thing. as if you even need to ask. you sitting on his face is better than any pillow.

Werewolf bf that tries to be submissive for you. Letting you pet and cuddle him, but when it gets to the bedroom, he can't handle your scent and ends up domming you.

He tries his best to be a good boy and not scare you. he'll keep his mouth closed to hide his teeth and bow his head so you can "pet" him and mess with his ears.

he doesn't want to scare you but... I mean this isn't really natural to him. he's effortlessly intimidating, so it takes a lot of work to be "cute" for lack of a better term.

but it is worth it, he loves cuddling you and feeling your hands in his fur. it's just an effort every time he wants to be close to you.

so it's no surprise that when his restraint slips- that his "cute" mask slips too.

he really did mean to let you take the lead, but you're just so small and weak compared to him. it almost takes no effort to pin you beneath him.

He catches the way your breath catches and your heartbeat accelerates when he has you trapped. he tilts his muzzle to the side and breathes you in letting out a low growl of approval as your scent fills his nose.

"you smell so good. I don't think I can hold myself back," he warns, his claws digging into your hips, lifting them up to meet his own, so you can feel how hard he is for you already.

He holds both of your hands in one of his own, easily trapping you to the bed. you can only squirm and whimper as he trails his big tongue over the side of your neck.

"I bet I could do anything I wanted to you right now, and you'd let me, isn't that right baby?"

"y-yes," you moan, completely at his mercy.

i’ve been thinking about reverse petplay w ur werewolf bf. like hear me out…he puts a collar on u and calls u his “pretty little human”. he praises u as he absolutely destroys ur cunt 🥲

You look so good with a collar around your throat- on your hands and knees begging to please your werewolf Master. He'd call you "puppy" but you aren't even that, are you? You're not even on the level of a welp- no you're just a pathetic little human, so cock drunk you're willing to do just about anything to get a drop of his cum.

He walks you around on a leash, make sure you shake your ass as you crawl, he wants to see that pretty tail plug wag. You're going to have to work if you want a treat from your master.

He makes you ride a knotted dildo to stretch you out. It's not as big as him but then again what is? He likes seeing you struggle to take a toy and then whine that it's not enough. you both know that this toy is plenty big for your little human cunt and you're just greedy.

It's not the same, you tell him. The dildo isn't hot like he is, it doesn't throb inside of you, and it's just a toy- not a whole werewolf with a mouth and hands to please you with.

You've been such a good pet for him, that eventually he gives you what you want. And remember- good pets don't talk. unless it's a moan or a bark he doesn't want to hear it. if he hears a single word pass your lips he'll spank your ass as a reminder, keep acting up and he might have to do something worse.

Even with the prep work you did before, it's not nearly enough, it feels like he's splitting you in half, and when he's done using your pussy and he pulls up, your pussy gapes, fucked wide open from his massive dick. Before you can catch your breath he's tugging on the leash pushing your head down on his crotch, pushing his soft cock against your mouth.

"Lick it clean pet,"

grouchy, physically imposing werewolf bf who gets protective over you if Anyone looks your way, everyone assumes he’s the one “in charge” so to speak… until the two of you are alone and he Begs and Whines and only wants to be a good boy for you… do you see my vision

I see your vision. I'm such a sucker for big tough monsters who are soft for one (1) person.

for you, he's soft, almost hesitant to touch you. so careful, so gentle. he wants you to feel safe with him. his strength- his claws and fangs, they're all for you, all in service of keeping you happy. His is completely wrapped around your finger. and everyone knows it.

And you are the only person he's like that too. To everyone else, he's a monster, a killer. the kind of Wolf that not even other werewolves want to fuck with. no one knows how you've managed to win him over and tame him. rumors spread that you're some insanely strong magic user- you'd have to be to bend a wolf like that to your will. no one guesses that you're just kind and that was enough to get him to fall for you.

very "GET YOUR DOG BITCH" "it don't bite" "YES IT DO"

So in to the werewolf who needs to be collared and gently dommed. He’s a sweet boy but he’s just so carless sometimes. Leaving messes. Knocking things over. Getting dirt and slobber in the house. Naughty boys have to be punished. And don’t get me started on how thinks he deserves to get his dick wet. He thinks he’s a big tough guy who’s cock you cannot live without, but as soon you deny him even a little bit, he turns into a whining mess that will do anything you ask. He’s gotta work for that reward.

You're sick of it. you're sick of cleaning up mud every night just to have fresh muddy paw prints tracked through your house the next day. You're sick of dirty dishes piled in the sink when your werewolf boyfriend promised he'd do them. You're sick of feeling more like a maid than a partner.

It started off small, just brushing off his advances. There was something really un-sexy about a guy who apparently can't even do his own laundry.

He was frustrated. it had been so long since he'd gotten any release. and he has no idea why you're giving him the cold shoulder. enough is enough. He catches you, pins you against the wall, and demands to know why you're avoiding him.

"I'm putting my foot down. I'm not going to have sex with you until you start cleaning up after yourself. I'm not your maid. I don't want to have sex with a man-child," you huff. He smirks down at you

"Awee is that what you're upset about. okay okay, I promise that I'll start cleaning up after myself. now come here and give me a kiss-" he said leaning in to kiss you but you jerked your head to the side avoiding his mouth.

"No. not until after you proved yourself," you stood firm. he grinned down at you, condescendingly, You look so cute, pouting and pinned to the wall, completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, babe? Do you think you can resist me?" he asked, reaching down to pull down his pants just enough to show the base of his cock. "you know you want this dick," he thinks he's being sexy. Normally you'd be all over him- playing along and agreeing that yeah you do want his dick but now you're just... glaring at him. You don't look a little bit flustered or tempted.

"I'm good thanks," you say briskly and brush him off. He's left there stunned. How can you not want him at all? He feels like he's going crazy without you.

You reject him at every turn. Can he get just a hand job? no. Will you let him go down on you? no. Can he just- please pretty please hump your leg? You don't even respond to that one.

The next day the home is spotless and dinner is cooked for you with flowers. You're a little stunned at the swiftness of the change.

"Please can I have you now? I've been a good boy, right? Please I need you," he whimpers, nuzzling at your neck, needing any kind of stimulation, just your scent is enough to get him hard.

"...no," you decide. he about cries, how could you be so mean to him?

"You'll just go back to ignoring the chores tomorrow if I let you have a reward now," you say more teasing than anything.

"How much longer until you give me a treat?" he asks.

"At least a week."

For the first time since the two of you got together, he jerks off. it's unsatisfying, to say the least. He's learned his lesson. he'll be a good boy from now on just please please, please make him cum.

i have a monsterfucker fantasy i only feel safe sharing with you LOL i'm a post-op trans woman in terms of bottom surgery, but obviously i still can't get pregnant and i kinda have a fantasy where like... a werewolf tries to fuck a baby into me, and even though i keep trying to tell him its impossible, he just kinda growls and says like "we just gotta try harder"

Sure. maybe he knows in the back of his mind that you cannot get pregnant, but he's not thinking with his head when he's fucking you.

His instincts are telling him to breed you so that's what he's going to do. the first time he growls in your ear "I'm going to knock you up," and you respond with "You can't" his brain is kind of scrambled and he takes it as a challenge.

"We'll see about that," he tells you as he pushes his cock inside of you, feeling your wet pussy around him drives him absolutely crazy. How could he not get you pregnant when your body is clearly begging for it?

"Why wouldn't you want my seed, huh? Don't you want the honor of carrying my pups? Don't worry your pretty head about a thing I'll take good care of you when you're nice and round. my good little mate you're going to look so pretty knocked up."

"N-no you don't get it I mean you physically can't-" You try but it's hard to talk when you're getting your guts rearranged.

"Oh, so you think my seed isn't strong enough? Do you think it won't take? I'll just have to fuck you every night until you do get pregnant then... It won't take long,"

He kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth to shut up any more nonsense about "not having a womb" or whatever you were saying. all he focuses on is the drill of his hips, the way you clench down around him when you cum, and how tight you feel around his knot when he cums too.

It feels so good you're tempted to let him keep on trying to knock you up. but you know he'd get upset if you let him go on for too long. so once you've both calmed down a little you bring it up again.

"You know I can't get pregnant right? It's not you- it's me," you try again. He just shakes his head,

"That won't stop me from trying."

riding ur werewolf bf while he’s using the cuffs you gave him, it’s not fair! he can’t even touch you properly like this :( so he just whimpers and whines like a scolded puppy, wanting more attention.

(he can easily break free, but he’s just playing along for you.🥲💗)

there's this Idea of Papper Handcuffs. basically, it's not about the actual restraining power of your cuffs, but the idea of being restrained. It's very much that.

If he really wanted to, he could snap the handcuffs in half hell he could snap the bed in half without much effort. But if he did that you'd punish him for being a bad boy, and he's not a bad boy, he's a good boy!

he whimpers as you stroke his cock slowly. " it's not enough," he whines. he needs to feel you from the inside, and he needs to touch you. You don't care.

"You'll take what I give you, or you'll get nothing at all," you tell him. squeezing his cock a little harder and his eyes roll back in his head.

"Y-yes okay I'll just take what I get," he agrees stupidly. he flexes his thighs and tries to buck his hips up subtly enough that you won't call him out, his wrists struggling against the restraints.

"Say thank you," you order.

"T-Thank you for jerking me off- thank you for letting me use your hand," He moans, obediently.

"Awe, such a good boy, I might just have to give you a treat~" you purr, then laugh because his ears prick when you say 'treat'.

Restrained werewolf bf whether it’s cuffs, ropes, muzzles is really the best werewolf. Sometimes the apex predator needs to be put in his place a bit. Edging a werewolf?! I hope you have industrial furniture and a noise proof house. Though I think the best punishment for a were would be to tie him up, sit on his chest, and then pleasure yourself with a toy while ignoring his straining, red cock. Anyways,,,,,,,,, obviously this doesn’t apply to femme weres bc theyre queens of the universe who can do whatever they like to me. Send tweet

People keep tagging my posts with 'butch bait' and they're right every time. girl werewolves can do whatever they want to me whenever they want <3 But anyway teasing a werewolf.

He's chained down to the bed, growling and straining against his chains. his eyes are fixed on your pretty little pussy. he doesn't get how such a small buzzing toy can bring you so much pleasure. But he can smell your arousal. he can see your slick drip down from your cunt onto his chest.

He's howling. switching between begging and threatening you to let him go. or just- sit on his face. let him take care of you let him taste you. It's not fair to have you so close and still being just out of reach.

His cock is dripping pathetically, it bobs up and down in the air every time you moan. Please please please just use him like a toy- he doesn't need to cum he just needs to feel you.

You better let him have his way with you at least a little bit before you release him from his bondage otherwise he's going to go feral. He doesn't need to be freed completely, just free enough that he can break his remaining restraints. then he's pinning you down and messily humping your thigh, too pent up to even guide his cock inside of you.

RAAAAAAH

Big scary werewolf men who r super soft n gentle and scared of hurting their mate especially I'm bed ksjcjdbf but they just get so excited and he can't control himself :((((

He's so soft around you and just- completely wrapped around your finger. you know it too. He still remembers when you first met. You'd flinch when he got too close. You looked up at him with wide eyes full of fear. He never wants you to look at him that way again. You're safe with him, He wants you to know that.

He's hesitant to even get intimate with you, he's worried that he'll lose control and hurt you while you too make love. And he does let loose a little. He can't help but push a little harder when he's bending you over. His instincts are screaming at him to be rough with you, to fuck you deeper and he's struggling to go at a pace you can handle

He snaps when you whimper "harder" into his ear. how is he supposed to say no to you when you're asking him so sweetly? He'll give you whatever you want. especially if you want him to be rough.

Ok but a werewolf bf that feels such relief once you two have been together for a while & he knows you love him despite what he is, you even embrace it! He doesn’t have to hide who he is with you, or hold back (maybe a little so he doesn’t seriously injure you). And once he realizes how much you enjoy his animalistic rougher side, he teases you about it “Oh what a naughty pup you are, so eager to be a monsters pet~”

You struggle for breath as you run through the woods. you don't know where to look, you need to look down at the ground to make sure you don't twist your ankle tripping over a branch- but you need to look up at where you're going so you don't run smack into a tree.

it's getting dark... the sun is mostly set and the full moon is already high in the sky. You can hear the monster as it closes in on you and it dawns on you that you cannot outrun him- maybe hiding is a better bet? You glance back behind you to see if he's in sight and he is. you can see the whites of his eyes as the wolf man gains. He sleeps and then just like that- the chase is over, he's got you.

"T-that was so fast!" you gasp as you hit the ground. your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. The Werewolf pins your arms to the forest ground and barks out a husky laugh.

"Perhaps next time I'll give you a ten-minute head start instead of just five," he offers licking his lips. Your heart is still racing but no longer from running. He leans down takes hold of your shirt in one massive paw and shreds it off of you.

"What cute pray I've caught...what a good little bunny I've got pinned down," he whispers before dipping his head down to run his tongue over your exposed flesh. You squirm and whimper but it's no good, you're trapped and now the big bad wolf gets to eat you up

Imagine having a monster boyfriend who needs to be muzzled every time the two of you have sex and just begs you to take it off the entire time.

please baby please, can't even give you head with this stupid cage on. Please baby let me treat you right, let me use my tongue, my mouth. all I want is for you to fuck my mouth--

He, of course, cannot be trusted, and you know better by now that the line between bloodlust and sexual lust is very thin and if you take off the muzzle, he's just as likely to sink his teeth and fangs into your thigh as he is to give you head.

He presses the wire grate into your shoulder as he mounts you, his teeth gnashing behind the cage you've put him in. All he wants is to mark you, is that such a crime? And if he happens to bite you so hard that your soft skin breaks and he gets to taste your blood...well that's not so bad is it? really you're just being dramatic. he curses his past self for letting you lock him in like this.

Your monster boyfriend goes absolutely feral when you kiss the muzzle. he tries to lean in to meet you but it just pushes you away. it's not fair to tease him like that. He knows that once he calms down and his mind is clearer, you'll unlock the muzzle and kiss him for as long as he wants, but that doesn't change the fact that needs to feel your mouth on his now and is being blocked.

The idea crosses his mind that with his inhuman strength, he could probably rip the thin wire bars of the muzzle in half and get it off that way, but that would mean taking his hands off of your soft perfect body and he doesn't think he's got the will power to stop groping you and pushing your hips down on his cock.

...Life really isn't fair for your bitey monster boyfriend.

Nature's medicine

this is my first time writing something long-form like this so if you don't like it take me out back and shoot me like ol Yeller.

werewolf!OC x gn! reader

warnings: smut, Aphrodisiacs, mentions of being sick, and poisonings, reader is gender neutral, and their parts aren't mentioned but they bottom.

word count: 4,300

summary: you've made it through the winter, the hardest part of the year for you and now the gentile, bountiful spring is here. You're an apothecary who collects plants in the wild to make medicines and tea to help soothe. Gabriel is a werewolf and a guard for a nobleman passing through the town you live. Gabriel knows two things the instant he sets his eyes on you first, he wants you, second, you spend your time in the woods gathering poison.

Spring was one of your favorite times of the year, it was always stressful to try and make it through winter when you already had so little to get by on, but with spring came opportunities. You could plant in your garden again, you could forage in the woods for edible plants and most of all it was bearable to be outside with the snow melted and the warm sun high in the sky.  You made a decent living, selling herbs and medicinal plants but that meant that you needed to save every year for the winter when the plants you sold were fewer and farther between. It was nice to have a bit more breathing room with your budget now. 

You were combing through the forest behind your house making a mental note of patches of wild greenery that looked promising when you found something truly delightful. A patch of long-stemmed helmet-shaped purple flowers. You knelt down next to the blooms and examed them closely. Wolfsbane. it was incredible to find some blooming this early in the year it usually didn’t show up until mid to late summer. You smiled and started collecting the deadly little plants. As far as most people knew, you sold medicine and spices only harmless plants. However if customers came looking for something a little more potent and had the right price, you’d been known to carry poisonous plants as well, and really there were so many more deadly plants than ones that were harmless.  

You covered the Wolfsbane with a cloth and piled chamomile flowers and sage on top and made your way down to the river that ran through the forest and started looking at the thick weeds that grew on the river bed. Nothing interesting. you didn’t think you’d see anyone in the forest but it never hurt to be careful.  You lived apart from the rest of your small town right on the edge of the woods away from the main clearing where most towns folk lived and worked. You didn’t mind the solitude, if anything you preferred it, you didn’t know if you could put up with noisy or rude neighbors. That being said, you were used to being completely alone when you were in your home or the woods that surrounded it. So when you heard the sound of men calling out to one another you froze.  You looked worriedly in the direction the voices were coming from and wondered if you should run.

Suddenly you were panicking, what if they found you collecting poisons? Oh god, what if they’d found out you were selling poisons and they were coming to arrest you? You were overcome with fear but surely if you ran you’d look all the more guilty. You saw the leaves shake on the far end of the river the choice was made for you, there would be no time to run, and you’d simply have to hold your ground. 

Two men pushed through the foliage and stopped short seeing you. One was dressed in leather armor and had a sword at his side, he was clearly a guard of some kind, big and well-muscled. The other man was slender and dressed in expensive-looking clothes, he must be the one being guarded. 

“Hello!” the nobleman called and quickly made his way over to you, you held your basket tightly but did not run. 

“Hello, do you live nearby?” He asked, enthusiastically, his guard remaining stoic.

“Yes, is there something I can help you with?” you asked cautiously. 

“My carriage broke down on the main road I was looking for help or a nearby town but My compatriot and I seemed to be lost,” he laughed. Very lost you’d say, the main road was quiet away from here. You relaxed a little. Of course, they weren’t here to arrest you, just a rich man and his guard lost on their journey. 

“I can lead you back to the main road from here,” you offered and turned to lead them but the guard spoke stopping you. 

“Wait,” he commanded and you froze looking back at him he was giving you a strange look you couldn’t place. “What's your name?” he asked. Before you could answer the first man interrupted. 

“Oh, how rude! We didn’t even introduce ourselves, I’m Count Ivan Richman and this is my knight Gabriel it's an honor to make your acquaintance my lady,” he said tripping over some roots to kiss your hand.  You introduced yourself curiously, Gabriel didn’t have any other questions for you, so you lead them back the way you’d come. It became clear to you extremely quickly that Gabriel was extremely competent, he moved easily over the uneven terrain of the forest floor without much effort and fell in step beside you. Ivan on the other hand could hardly put one foot in front of the other without tripping over himself. It took a lot longer than you were anticipating to just get back to your modest cottage. 

“Follow this trail until you hit the main town someone there should be able to help you with your carriage,” you said giving the Count a slight curtsy. 

“You've been such a help, I’ll have to find a way to repay you,” he said beaming at you.

“You really don’t have to,” you protested, 

“No, we will find a way to repay you,” Gabriel said, which surprised you, he’d been mostly silent the entire time you’d been walking. He pulled a flower out of seemingly nowhere and laid it on top of your basket before turning away from you and walking down the path you’d indicated. You watched them as they left before looking down at the flower he’d given you, a bright yellow Dafodil, a flower signifying spring. 

–

You loved spring, but it was also such a busy season for you, it felt like every second of the day there was something you ought to be doing. Drying flowers and leaves for tea, planting spinach or strawberries, mixing medicines, or digging up roots in the woods. You worked late into the night and when you finally did go to sleep, it was hard to get yourself back up in the morning to do it all over again. 

The sun streaming in brightly through your windows warmed your bedsheets, you’d already slept in too much if the sun was this high in the sky, but that just seemed all the more reason to stay in bed. Who knows how long you would have stayed in bed like that, wasting the day away, but there was a sudden knock at the door, and in a flash, you were out of bed and dressed, you don’t think that you’d ever moved that quickly in your life, but you were at the door in a respectable amount of time and opened it warmly to greet your visitor. 

It was Gabriel, you were a little surprised to see him, you’d thought he and Ivan had forgotten all about you. Looking at him now you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit intimidated again. He towered over you and his broad frame took up almost all of the door frame, he didn’t have a sword with him but he was still in armor, you imagined that if he wanted to he could do some damage with just his hands. Despite all this, he was handsome he had dark hair that curled at the ends, and he kept having to brush it out of his face, you wondered if he had a wife or a betrothed, but you found yourself pushing the thought out of your head.

“Good morning!” you greeted cheerfully, you tried for a smile but Gabriel didn’t return it, and you stopped. “How can I help you?” you asked, Gabriel looked around whirly and leaned in 

“Is there somewhere we can speak privately?” he asked in a hush. You nodded and pulled him into your storefront. 

“Is this better?” you asked, calmly you’d seen the apprehensive look in his eyes a hundred times in other people looking for poisons. You wondered if he was planning on killing Ivan, but you knew you couldn’t ask. 

“The other day, you were gathering Wolfsbane,” he said slowly, suddenly you were less calm. You shifted uneasily from foot to foot, 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied. You were sure that you’d covered the flowers before the two men had stumbled upon you. It would be one thing if he’d heard whispers of an apothecary who also sold poisons, but the fact he knew what poisons you had, left you rattled.  

“I could smell it in your basket,” he said. 

That shouldn’t have been possible, you’d been collecting tea flowers and herbs, even if he did catch a whiff of what you were collecting there he was no way he could have smelled the wolfsbane, how could he identify it?

“You must be confused, I had camomile in my basket that day, I’d have no reason to collect a plant like a wolfsbane,” you doubled down. He took a step toward you and you jumped back, Gabriel froze and held his hands up placatingly to show he meant you no harm. 

“Maybe a human would be confused, but I’m a werewolf, my senses are better than yours. I can smell that you’ve kept it,  I don’t care that you’re making poisons in fact I’d like to buy one from you,” he explained. You felt your heart stop in your chest. A werewolf. Gabriel wasn’t nearly as violent as the stories had led you to believe. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage for a beat. You shook your head  “You said you wanted wolfsbane poison?” you turned your back to him and walked swiftly behind the counter, you knelt to the ground and lifted a floorboard, and selected a small vile from the hidden stash. You rose and showed him the vile

“Do you have anything smaller? I just need enough to make a person sick,” he said examining the bottle you offered him. You curled your hand around the bottle and pulled it back slightly. 

“You could have just asked for something to make you sick instead of going all out for poison,” you said, already thinking of what mix of plants you’d use, you supposed it would depend on what kind of sick he was looking for. 

“No,” he said shaking his head “werewolves are more resilient than humans, it has to be poison. If I make myself sick with Wolfsbane I won’t shift this full moon so I need just enough to make me sick, not enough to kill me,” he explained. You’d heard those werewolves took medicine to put off their lunar transformations, but you assumed it was some kind of magical concoction you were unfamiliar with, not some common position. 

“Right, just a moment,” you said, carefully you extracted a few drops of poison and put them into a separate container then added a diluent to help it go down smoother. You hesitated to give it to him. There wasn’t an antidote to wolfsbane if it was too much there would be nothing anyone could do. 

You weren’t sure why you cared so much, you’d sold poisons before, and you weren’t naive enough to think you weren’t in some way responsible for those murders committed but this felt different somehow, if he died it would be an accident and that made it different somehow. 

“You’ve done this before?” you asked cautiously. Gabriel shifted uncomfortably. No, he hadn’t.

“I know the measurements I should be fine,” he said. 

“I would feel more comfortable giving this to you if you allowed me to accompany you while you took it just so I could ease your pain while you were sick and do what I can to help,” you offered.  

“You’re braver than you look, asking to be alone with a werewolf during the full moon,” Gabriel responded, you didn’t think anyone could be that dangerous, werewolf or not if they were writing on the floor in pain. 

“I’ll make you a compromise,” he offered, “I’ll let you bring me medicine and make sure I’m alive, but you can’t stay.” you could live with that, you tilted the vile towards him and let him take it from your hands, your fingers brushing as he took it. He handed placed a small pile of gold coins on the counter, more than you usually charged but you figured you could keep the change if you were going to be making a house call. Gabriel gave you the address of where he would be staying on the night of the full moon, a remote home on the other edge of town, and promised he would open the door when you knocked. Then he left, and you got started on the rest of your busy spring day. 

–

You’d never paid much attention to the phase of the moon before, but now you were careful to check it every night, Gabriel had given you a date to look out for but his presence in your life had sparked a new curiosity in you. Aside from checking the moon, you started pulling out old apothecary books and looking for any mention of Lycanthropy. You found that werewolves would shift into a more animalistic wolf-like form on the night of the full moon unless they were sick or physically weakened, and yes Wolfsbane was a common poison used to achieve this effect. You also dug up all sorts of treatments commonly used to ease any pain left after shifting or to calm a werewolf’s potentially feral mind while they were in their wolf form. 

Over the course of the week while you were waiting for the moon to turn full you gathered a basket of things that you thought would help and medicines in small enough doses that he could treat himself. You left your home right at sunset. You knew the path well and had no trouble finding your way to the house Gabriel was staying at, Ivan had found other lodgings for tonight. 

By the time you reached the house, it was dark your path only illuminated by the full moon. It was kind of spooky, still, you’d come all this way, raised your hand to the door, and knocked. There was no response, and all at once you felt incredibly foolish, of course, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door, in the state he was in. You tried the door and it opened, so you let yourself in. 

The house was dark you blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to the lack of light. Eventually, you started walking through the house your hand on one wall to guide yourself. You called out for Gabriel once but there was no response you slowly checked each room, still cautious. You pushed a door open and there he was. 

You let yourself into the room and quickly went to his bedside, he was awake, breathing heavily in the throws of wolfsbane poisoning. You sat down on his bed and started taking in his appearance. His skin was a sickly pale shade, clammy to the touch and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked very ill, but he didn’t look like he was dying. That was good at least. 

You dampened a cloth and applied it to his forehead. “How are you feeling?” you asked softly. He reached out and grabbed your wrist and pressed your hand to his cheek. His skin felt disgustingly warm but you let him press his face into your palm. 

“I haven’t shifted, so it could be worse,” he croaked, his voice raspy. He looked up at you and his gaze softened. “You smell good,” he commented. You felt your face go hot, you didn’t know to respond to that, so instead you pretended like you hadn’t heard that. 

“Are you sore? How can I help you?” you asked lifting your basket of medicine up to the bed with your free hand. 

“You just being here feels good,” he breathed. Clearly talking to him wasn’t getting you anywhere. You studied him closely, only looking away when you realized he was looking at you just as intently. You took your hand from him and started digging through your medicines.

“Here, drink this,” you ordered handing him a vile of medicine. It should help settle his nerves and ease some of the pain. He tried to take the vile from you but it slipped out of his weak fingers, so you held it to his lips for him as he drank. It was odd, you’d been intimidated by Gabriel when you first met him, and when you’d seen him again that impression had solidified in your mind, now here he was laid out in bed unable to lift a bottle to his mouth. 

It wasn’t a completely fair comparison, you would probably be far worse in his position, if anything it was impressive that he was holding up this well. 

“Thank you,” he croaked, “I feel better already,” he assured you. 

“That shouldn’t be possible, it’ll take at least half an hour to feel the effects,” you said light-heartedly. Gabriel smiled weakly up at you, 

“Maybe it’s just you,” he said. You felt your face go hot again, you’d have to note that wolfsbane made the victim particularly flirty. The two of you fell into a peaceful silence. Gabriel drifted in and out of sleep and you stayed by his side monitoring his symptoms. It had been a while since you’d treated patients directly like this, you didn’t produce medicine strong enough to treat anything worse than a strong cold, normally your customers were concerned family members, and you kind of missed treating patients directly. 

“I know I told you, you couldn’t stay, but-” Gabriel spoke up before trailing off. He reached for you again but didn’t quite manage to take your hand again. You met him in the middle and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“I’ll stay,” you promised. He was already looking better, and suddenly you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. if the point of taking Wolfsbane was to make him so sick he couldn’t shift, wouldn’t making him better make it so he could shift? But he still looked so ill, surely he wasn’t well enough to shift. besides you were a trained healer, you didn’t think you could just ignore a person in pain.

 Gabriel looked up suddenly very awake and sat up. 

“You really must be feeling better,” you laughed, he did look much better, not as sweaty or as pale. He pulled you around the waist and pulled you close, you tensed up as leaned into you, bringing his face close to your neck but he didn’t seem like he was trying to attach you, or even kiss your neck, he was just… smelling you. 

“The things I could do to you,” he murmured, again it didn’t sound like a threat it sounded more like lustful musings. 

“Gabriel?” you asked shakily as he nuzzled your shoulder. He seemed to snap back to reality and pulled away from you, but just slightly, he didn’t seem ready to let you go.  

“What was that that you gave me?” he asked, he sounded calm but his eyes were wide, you thought quickly back to what you’d given him. 

“A tea blend, green tea, crocus sativus, ginger, cinnamon-” you listed it was all just antioxidants, things that would help relieve pain, then you froze. Crocus stivus, saffron, was a natural aphrodisiac, but it was such a subtle effect it shouldn’t have affected him like this, it was such a small dose. Maybe because his immune system was already so weak things like a pinch of saffron could hit harder than you were expecting. 

“It’s an aphrodisiac,” you admitted, as you realized what had happened. “I’m sorry you said werewolves were more resilient I didn’t think you would notice let alone, well this,” you apologized profusely. 

“I wouldn’t have thought it would have hit me like this either if you had told me,” he said, and then he was looking at you again, intense and full of longing. A dark curl fell in front of his eyes, you wanted to brush it out of the way so he’d keep looking at you that way. 

“Maybe it’s just because it’s you here with me that I'm reacting this way,” he breathed, 

“What does that mean?” you asked, matching his quiet tone

“It means I’ve wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you, and I wouldn’t need an aphrodisiac to feel this pull toward you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t desire him in the same way but this was just all so sudden. Still, when he asked if he could kiss you, you said yes. 

His mouth was warm but not feverish, it had been a long time since you’d been touched like this. It set your blood on fire. He pushed you backward laying you down. 

Gabriel grabbed your hips and jerked your body towards him. With a dull pang of horror, you realized that his fingers had stretched and turned into sharp claws, with thick black fur extending up his hands and arms. Before you could even gasp, he raked his claws over your chest ripping your clothes to shreds, but he somehow managed not to cut your skin. His mouth traveled down your neck to linger kisses over your now exposed chest. You couldn’t help but react to his touch, arching up to his mouth and moaning. You covered your mouth trying to quiet your own sounds of pleasure. 

“There's no one here but us, be loud I want to hear you,” Gabriel instructed pulling your hand away from your face and pinning it to the bed. You realized just how much bigger his hand was than yours, he could easily how both of your hands in one of his with room to spare. 

Heat pooled in your stomach when Gabriel's lips found the skin of your hips. He pulled off the rest of the shredded clothes and spread your legs while his tongue trailed over your loins. 

“Can I? Can I please?” he asked, begged, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Yes,” you breathed. Gabriel kissed your inner thigh before he let his lips touch the apex of your legs. You couldn’t help but thrash as his tongue tasted you. Gabriel gripped your hips so you couldn’t escape his mouth. He couldn’t seem to get enough of your sex he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. You gripped his hair holding him just as tightly as he was holding on to you. You realized his hair had turned into wiery fur, and his ears were sharp at the end. But the idea that a shifting werewolf was going down on you right now didn’t bother you nearly as much as it probably should have. Even with his grip you could squirm enough to buck your hips up into his mouth and you did so over and over again as he continued to pleasure you. 

“I’m going to cum,” you groaned, even with your warning he didn’t slow down, if anything he seemed to be edging you closer and closer to your climax like he wanted you to cum on his face. You threw your head back in pleasure as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Gabriel pulled back, his face more wolflike than when he’d first gone down on you, his tongue dripping in your cum. 

He stood up to his full height, His clothes had fallen off as his body contorted and changed. He palmed his cock in one clawed hand, bringing your attention to his arousal. Again, you felt like you should be scared or at least intimidated, but all you wanted was for him to be inside of you.

“Do you want to keep going?” you asked him. 

“More than anything,” he growled, He was so much larger than you his body easily dwarfed you, you could feel his hard cock press against your thigh as he positioned himself over you, up close you could see how his original features still showed through in his more monstrous form. His eyes were still human still kind. He pushed into and you savored the deep growl that reverberated in his chest as he felt your soft walls envelop him. He drew his hips back before slowly pushing back into you, his pace slowly increased as the two of you found a rhythm. You pulled him into a kiss, his sharp teeth threatened to cut your lips, but the slight danger only thrilled you. 

“It was like you were meant to take me,” he growled as his pelvis snapped toward yours. He pressed a clawed hand down on your stomach feeling the bulge that formed every time he thrust into you. You tried to speak to tell him that he was making you feel just as good but when you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue past your lips, muffling any attempt at speech. 

You could feel a coil of pleasure building inside of you threatening to snap for the second time tonight. You dug your nails into his back, raking your fingers through the patches of fur begging to spread over his skin. 

“I’m going to knot you going to fill you up and make you mine,” he growled you could tell he was getting close to his own release by the way his thrusts were becoming erratic and his labored breathing. You were right there with him. 

“Make me yours,” you moaned. You were close to a second orgasm, overwhelmed with the pleasure and his closeness. You came just a few moments before he gave one final thrust pushing his knot inside of you and reaching his own high. Gabriel groaned and collapsed back onto the bed, curling up beside you, holding you close. You wondered if Gabriel would stay in town long enough for you to help with the next full moon.