Loverboy Werewolf who was never really interested in humans before. Always setting his sights on the other female wolves in the pack. But that was before he happened across you, a perfect and plump thing lying so prettily in the meadow on his pack’s grounds.
Loverboy Werewolf who introduces himself to you by chasing a nearby deer into the meadow and promptly “saving” you from getting trampled. As if the deer were more dangerous than him.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s usually so good at talking to women, his tongue silver and his wit quick. But in the face of you he was nothing but a bumbling baboon who could barely utter a word. Luckily it was something you found charming in its own unique way. A soft blush on your cheeks that he couldn’t help but mirror.
Loverboy Werewolf who goes to the meadow daily, sometimes multiple times a day, in order to get just a chance at seeing you. Usually you’re there and on the rare occasion you’re not he always feels his heart drop into his stomach. If he could he would spend all waking and sleeping hours with you.
Loverboy Werewolf who will roll around in the flowers with you, talking and laughing your hearts out. He’ll watch as the sunlight casts a glowing warmth across your face. Like it too is drawn to your beauty and craves you as much as he does. All of nature is made more beautiful by you.
Loverboy Werewolf who proves it as he plucks flowers from the meadow and spends days trying to learn how to make flower crowns from a kind older woman in the pack. When he finally gets it down the first thing he does is make one for you, placing it gently on your head. The sight takes his breath away and from that day onward he makes a new one for you to wear.
Loverboy Werewolf who is no doubt in love with you. And he hopes you love him too. He thinks you do. At least the flowers he plucks the petals off of say so. If the way you act around him says anything then you definitely do. Especially when you egg him on to make chase.
Loverboy Werewolf who plays along with your games as he chases you around the meadow. But it never lasts long before he’s tackling you into the grass, protecting your head and rolling over till you lay on top of him.
Loverboy Werewolf who always sucks in a breath as you wiggle on top of him, your body rolling and grinding in a way that can’t be on accident. His heated eyes bore into your own, his claws finding their way into your plush waist and guiding your movements. Rocking you back and forth against his growing erection.
Loverboy Werewolf who tries so hard to stay calm but quickly ends up losing himself. Picking up pace and grinding you hard against his bulge. Rolling your hips up so it hits your sensitive clit every single time. He loses further control as your mewl sounds so much like a wolf’s howl. It sends him nearly feral for you every time.
Loverboy Werewolf tries to save your clothes as he undresses you. But his patience wears too thin too fast and your clothes end up a shredded mess no matter what you two do.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s so impatient to get you on his cock yet the second he bottoms out inside of you he keeps you still. Content just to feel your tight heat wrapped around his twitching girth. No matter how much you squirm or beg he never starts his thrusts until he’s ready. Feeling you and soaking in the sensation. Basking in the warmth of your embrace. He relishes it and wouldn’t rush a second of it.
Loverboy Werewolf who fucks you like an absolute beast when he finally is ready. Crushing the flowers beneath you as he ruts into like the wild animal that he is. The force of his thrusts sending your body flying upward before he slams you back down his length. The leaking angry tip of his cock making out with your cervix and smashing against every sensitive spot along your walls.
Loverboy Werewolf who hooks his arms beneath your legs, nearly bending you in half in order to get as close to you as possible. Finding new ways to jackhammer his dick into your silken walls in order to mold them to the shape of his shaft and get as deep within you as possible.
Loverboy Werewolf whose pace is utterly relentless. Fucking into you with only one goal in mind. Your pleasure. And when you’re crying and babbling through broken words, begging for his knot, he gives it to you. Of course, he’d give you anything you desire. He watches in awe as his knot swells up and the second he snaps his hips, popping the last of his knot into your already overstuffed cunt, you immediately cum. Your release triggering his own right after you, his knot locking you two together.
Loverboy Werewolf who inhales deeply, welcoming the perfect mixture of your flowery scent combined with his that wafts from your very pores. He can’t get enough of it even as he nuzzles into your throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh and inhaling deep. Your responding giggles send his heart fluttering. Gosh, how he wants to cherish you always.
Loverboy Werewolf who suddenly has the deep urge to sink his fangs into the flesh of your throat. To mark you as his and make you his mate. Whether you were a werewolf, a human, or even a damn vampire, he didn’t care.
Loverboy Werewolf who somehow resists the urge, not wanting to do anything rash without having talked to you. To get your unwavering consent. To have you beg to make you his as much as he yearns to beg to be yours. If he spends any longer consumed by your scent he may not last much longer. So he leans back, looking down at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.
Loverboy Werewolf who doesn’t say a thing, letting his eyes speak of the depth of his feelings as he plucks a nearby flower from the ground. One that made it intact after your sweaty activities. Gently he tucks it behind your ear, mesmerized by the sight of you once again.
Loverboy Werewolf who is so enchanted he doesn’t even notice it was the same type of flower he always picked to test if you were in love with him. The same flower that said yes every time.
derek hale, who’s foaming at the mouth to put a bite mark on stiles’ neck
derek hale, who’s chomping at the the bit to cover stiles in his own scent
derek hale, who’s nearly feral at the thought of it not being completely obvious that stiles is his mate
derek hale, who’s using every muscle in his body to hold himself back from overwhelming stiles with the knowledge that he is devoted to him, that there is no one else, that there couldn’t be. that even if stiles does not choose derek, derek will only ever be choosing stiles.
derek hale, who’s ready to worship his other half and do everything in his power to make sure stiles is comfortable, safe, warm, loved and provided for
and, i am enthralled with stiles stilinski.
stiles, who wonders if derek is really even all that into him
stiles, who wants to text derek, to call him, to run into him somewhere in town, but holds back because he doesn’t want to seem too desperate
stiles, who thinks derek could have anybody he wanted, so why on earth would he want stiles?
stiles, who doesn’t think he deserves to have someone love him as thoroughly as derek would
stiles, who wonders if he’s feeling too much too quickly about this because he’s never felt this way about anybody
stiles, who feels insecure and dismissive of derek’s attention because it probably doesn’t mean anything, and he’s probably making something out of nothing
stiles, who after their first meeting immediately wants nothing more than to follow derek around forever
and
derek, who after their first meeting knows immediately that this pale boy is his mate, his forever. he knows at once that he would die for this boy, would kill for this boy, would do absolutely anything for this boy.
…and then there’s stiles, who wonders if it’s too soon to text him back? does derek really even like him that much? is he being too clingy?
if you could make one where Elijah is a professor at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted,and has a favourite f/student
The Heat in His Life
Summary: Elijah has a particularly fiery werewolf student who gets a little extra needy when the full moon is around.
Elijah couldn't explain what he felt for Y/N, she wasn't top of the class or especially talented compared to other students. If anything she was a little trouble maker.
But she wasn't like the other ones in class.
When he questioned her, she'd always have something witty to say back.
She almost never had her homework but somehow always knew what the answers were to it, or at least had some sort of answer that would be technically correct so Elijah wouldn't be able to tell her off.
It was as if she knew exactly how to play the system.
Werewolves were always his trickiest students, they got a little more aggressive about things than others and when it got close to the full moon they'd get more and more touchy. But the female werewolf students also got a little more needy around the full moon.
Some of them got a couple extra days off school near the time.
When it got close to, Elijah could feel the heat rolling off her. He'd see the boys in the class perk up and get all over her. He'd have to remind everyone back to their seats and try focus back on the lesson.
But at the end he'd see those amber eyes on him, asking for him.
"Y/N, don't you have another lesson?" He questioned, rising from his seat and clearing his throat as he smoothed his tie down.
"No." Her head shook, her eyes looking up at him from her chair. "Don't have to be in lessons this week." She shrugged and he nodded because it was very obvious she was in no state to be in class. She'd barely been conscious the past hour, breathing laboured and eyes trailing over the male wolves but they'd always find their way back to him.
"Yet you've come to mine." He countered, making the brave choice to come to her desk, glancing to the empty pages before her. "Would you like me to call a family member, Y/N?" Elijah questioned, voice laced with concern.
Her head shook and he frowned, she was practically curled into her seat, her arms wrapped around her aching tummy.
"Maybe a friend?" He offered, squatting down beside her. Her scent was flooding his nose but if anybody had mastered self-control it was Elijah and he'd had many students in heat before.
"Need you." She whined quietly and he softened slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk before he shuffled close enough for her to lean against him. He didn't hug her back but he let her rest against him for a moment.
"You need to get to your dorm, darling. I can go to the nurse's office and get you some meds to calm the heat and the pain down and have a runner bring it to you." He smiled, he knew that isn't what she wanted but he had a class to teach next and he could not be helping a student through a heat.
That would cost him his job and compromise his highly regarded morals.
Elijah came to work there to give a little back to the supernatural community and to show some equality to all of the different species.
Not to take advantage of his students.
So for a couple of heats he'd just make sure she went back to her dorm and had someone bring her some things to ease off the power of the full moon.
And inevitably a few days later when he'd look out of his window in thought, a little wolf would be stood a few metres away from the front porch of his house, just staring up at him.
For the rest of each month she'd have the same fire as usual, fling things across the room just before he could physically see so he couldn't tell her off. Snapping back at anybody that said something she didn't agree with.
Sometimes Elijah tried to convince himself he only felt the attraction when she was in heat but it didn't explain why he'd have his fist around his cock at least twice a week locked in his office after hours with the thought of her in his mind.
Secretly he loved the way she could command a room, rile everybody up, then just walk off like she was the most innocent of angels.
And then she really would look all sweet and soft when she was in heat. It made her weak and needy like a puppy rather than a wolf.
He enjoyed both sides of her.
But he had never planned to act on either.
She just wouldn't leave him alone.
He hadn't expected to get to his office, ready to mark all of the dozens of papers, only to find Y/N already in there.
The summer made it so much harder. For all the wolves. That's why it had become a breeding season of sorts, the school was starting to get concerned with the amount of wolf pregnancies.
At least Elijah couldn't get her pregnant.
Thank fuck for him he couldn't get her pregnant.
Because there was absolutely no chance he was turning her away that time.
He had her bent right over his desk, listening to her whine and beg whilst he knelt down behind her and buried his face between her ass. Tongue lapping up between her folds and groaning at the taste of her.
"More..." She cried, "needa be full."
"I know, angel." He mumbled, sucking on her cunt from behind.
And soon enough he gave her what she wanted.
Had her on the carpeted floor, bucking his hips rapidly up into her as she rode his cock desperately. Poor thing was exhausted; Elijah had his hands on her tits, stopping them from bouncing too aggressively.
"You'll hurt yourself, darling." He murmured softly when she tried to spin around, get a new angle. It made Elijah chuckled quietly and lifted her off his cock, shushing her whimpers and flipping her back onto her belly to thrust himself back into her from behind, pounding into her until she was drunk on his cum.
So full and whining about being bred.
"Shh.." He'd whisper gently, stroking her hair as she lay half asleep still on his office floor. "It's alright."
"Need 'em." She mumbled, her eyes drooped as she panted quietly and kept reaching for his other hand.
"Such a needy wolf you are." He muttered as he brought his hand back to her swollen pussy, her legs always spreading for his touch. His fingers slipped straight to her entrance, stroking her from the inside and gently bringing her to another climax. Toying with her poor clit until she was just sweat and tears.
By morning he'd brought her to his house. It was too risky going into her dorm room with her, if someone saw he'd be done for, so he brought her somewhere safer.
Safer for them both.
And so, she started heading to his home instead of his office each month, trembling in his bed instead of his floor.
Eventually she started going there without the moons pull.
Elijah couldn't help but welcome her.
Perhaps his self-control wasn't as faultless as he once believed.
I was asked several times for my Halloween requests to make a Bucky werewolf fic so here you all are, I hope you all love it! (Sorry it’s after Halloween but either way here’s a little Bucky fic for you)
‘Barnes is Out! This is Not a Drill! I Repeat! Barnes is Out and This is Not a Drill! Lockdown the Building!’ Tonys voice spoke over the speakers.
‘Friday, lock the doors for me, would you?’ I asked, not looking up from my book.
‘Miss…do not move-not one muscle!’ The AI woman spoke softly in a way I had never heard before.
‘Where is he?’ I whispered, unable to even turn my head to see.
‘He has circled the room twice and now he is directly behind you.’ I couldn’t help the whimper that pushed its way from between my lips, a growl following directly in my ear.
‘Okay…Friday?’
‘Yes Miss?’
‘I want you to lock down this room, shut down all of the cameras-‘
‘Mr.Starks protocol is to record no matter what-‘
‘-And I know you have to disregard that for a dying request. I’m going to die in here, I know it and so do you-I do Not want my death recorded in any way-visually or auditorially-I do not want any physical evidence that anyone can see, especially Bucky…I don’t want him to ever have to see this moment…it’s not his fault…make sure you tell him that I said that-shut it down…you too Friday-until Bucky comes out in the morning.’
‘Yes Miss…Goodbye.’ The fact that I was well and truly alone was terrifying but I took a deep breath and found the courage to turn around-coming face to face with a real werewolf.
Apparently it wasn’t until this moment with me turning and looking at him that any human had looked into this creatures eyes and lived to tell the tale…
The Winter Soldier had been turned into a werewolf 2 years ago-just a bit before he ended up in that fight with Captain America and fled to Romania. Once everything had settled down again after Thanos (and what was only a few minutes to people like myself, Bucky, and Sam) Bucky moved into the Avengers compound with everyone and he was given a werewolf proof cage.
This time-sadly-he didn’t get into it on time and now here he is. I hadn’t seen him like this before, he had requested that no one come and see him when he was caged and I had respected his request-even if some people (Tony, Bruce, Hawkeye, Sam and Steve) hadn’t.
Looking at him now as he was right in my face, he wasn’t a full wolf like I expected. He was still Bucky just with sharp canines on his top and bottom rows of teeth, bright yellow eyes that were inspecting every inch of me as he circled my body-sniffing every inch of me as well-pointed ears that looked more like a wolfs than a humans and long claws on his hands.
I allowed him to do as he wanted, sniffing my entire body, his claws tracing over my skin so tenderly you’d think he was in love with me, afraid of hurting me. As he crouched down and circled my waist his nose trailed down to my crotch and I lifted my hand, smacking him over the head as he lingered-clearly smelling me deeply-growling as he looked up upon feeling the smack.
‘If you’re going to kill me then that’s fine but don’t you dare get fresh with me Mister!’ I snapped and he grumbled out a clearly displeased sound but he didn’t hurt me…which is weird…right? And yet here we are…and he just went back to sniffing me until he made a satisfied sound and as he now stood behind me he leaned his head down into my neck where he sniffed for a moment before digging his fangs into the space between my neck and shoulder making me cry out.
He rumbled out a loud growl before licking over the wound and nuzzling my ear. ‘Mate…’ he purred, seemingly quite happily as he continued nuzzling my neck.
‘Mate? What is mate? I think you and I are on different wavelengths here Bucky-‘
‘Mate!’ He roared this time, clearly displeased that I had disagreed with him. The next second his claws were tearing at my clothes , shredding them and leaving me naked with him continuing his obsession with my body as he nuzzled his face into my neck before turning me around and pressing my chest down over my bed and shoving my legs apart to give himself plenty of room between them.
‘Bucky?! W-What are you doing?! Stop! Bucky, I’m not a mate-I’m not what you-Ahh!’ I cried out as he violently shoved his huge cock into my hole, feeling the long appendage up in my stomach.
‘Oh God! Fuck Bucky!’ He purred softly, biting into my flesh once again, this time over my shoulder as he shoved his cock as deep inside of me as it would go, stretching me out even farther as he came inside of me. His cum was hot as I felt it all the way up in my belly, and it took me way too long to realize that as a werewolf Bucky has a knot which is what was stretching me out even more, which is why he didn’t pull away and instead held me closer to his chest.
‘Shh…pretty mate…pretty, perfect mate!’ He purred, nuzzling my hair sweetly. Admittedly the pain eased quickly as he rocked back into me at a much gentler pace, licking and nuzzling against the bite mark on my neck. ‘My mate…good mate…’ he cooed making me moan softly, his hips still thrusting up into my body much less painfully.
After about 5 minutes I got a chill and he must have noticed because he tightened his grip on my waist and lifted me before crawling into the middle of the bed. He pulled the blanket up haphazardly and laid his arm out under me to rest my head on, the metal one resting on my waist over the blanket.
‘Thank you…good mate?’ I mumbled, trying to make him understand that I was actually grateful for his taking care of me and his immediate and deep purr let me know that I had said the exact right thing. I reached out and carefully fixed the blanket, moving it so that it covered him as well and he made a curious noise. ‘What? Just because you’re a werewolf means you never get cold? Just enjoy it.’ I told him and he seemed to accept it as he pushed his body against mine even more.
He fucked me 3 more times that night before seemingly agreeing to let me sleep, not that I gave him much of a choice after that 4th time. My eyes were closing as I passed out with my face in his throat and my breasts pinned against his chest.
‘Y/n!’ A voice called, sounding far away in my mind before my body was being shaken roughly and the voice began to sound louder. ‘Y/n! Please Wake Up?!’ A deep voice begged and I opened my eyes to see Bucky over top of me. ‘Oh Thank God! Are you alright?! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to mark you! I’m so-‘
‘Bucky!’ I snapped, cutting his apology off. ‘It is way too early for this! I was up until like 4am with your horny wolf ass! I got the whole “mate” thing last night. Please? Can we Please talk about this after more sleep?’
His jaw fell and he made a few noises before nodding. ‘I didn’t hurt you…did I?’ I shook my head minutely in response. ‘Okay…I can’t believe I did this…I never wanted you to know-I tried so hard to-‘
‘Wait…you knew that I was your mate?’ He opened his mouth but no noise came out this time. ‘You hid it instead of just telling me and risked me getting mauled by a werewolf?!’
‘I was locked up! I was always locked up-speaking of which…how did I get here…?’
‘You never made it to the cage last night.’ I answered, rolling my eyes and pulling away from him to snuggle back into my pillows and find my blanket.
‘No! No-Come back!’ He demanded, a growl rumbling its way up from his chest, his arms wrapping around me and holding me against his warm body. ‘Wait…I did though. I was in my cage before I turned and Tony…Dammit!’
‘What? What did Stark do?’ I sighed, rolling my eyes and already being done with whatever bullshit Tony had pulled.
‘He kept insisting I tell you the truth, tell you that you’re mine…he let me out…I’m going to kill him!’ Bucky snarled, moving to get up before I pulled him back.
‘Wait…I’ll help you kill him…after we sleep for a few more hours first…’ he purred softly from his chest before snuggling back into me and allowing the both of us a bit more sleep before the bloodshed.
Part 1 Of Blood and Moonlight series🩸🌙
Part 2 Part 3
M!werewolf x fem!reader x M!vampire
MxFxM
Your Alpha mate confesses his ultimate fantasy. You and a mutual friend fulfill it for him.
-NSFW, threesome, Eiffel tower, werewolf having top energy, vampire being a gentleman, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of smoking, m!receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight body worship, creampie, cockwarming, clear consent, slight voyeurism, sweet aftercare, happy ending
WC: 4,161
‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️
-A/N: Trying something different here.
The werewolf's name is Atlas and the vampire's name is Issac.
I want to put a disclaimer!
This work is VERY NFSW. I want to let it be known that this story describes a sexual act that is NOT for everyone. I personally do not have experience with an Eiffel Tower, so I hope I did this story justice to those who enjoy such content! This is my first time writing something like this, used my imagination the best I could. I also want it to be known that while writing this I tried to convey that there is still love and beauty in “vile” or “degrading” sex.
Your Wolven mate looks down at his pint, he can feel the blush coming across his face. There was no way he could just slip away quietly now, he regretted sitting by the wall. But yet, a part of him wanted to stay, wanted to see if this was a bluff. Maybe it was the ale, or maybe it was the sexual frustration between all of you. Atlas took a deep breath to regain some courage and looked up at you and his former vampire lover sitting across from him.
That damn vampire and that sly grin of his, with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a whiskey glass. Atlas notices the extra button undone on his suit, showing just a little bit more chest than he usually does. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower before he made his way down to the bar. With his heightened sense of smell, Atlas could smell the fresh soap smell from across the table. He knew Issac was down to go along with the idea, but it was you he’s worried about.
You.
The one who is always there for him with open arms no matter what. He learned he could rely on you to be there for him, you were his safe haven. It was your smile that first drew him in. And it was the smile you were giving him at this moment, that damn wicked smile. Testing him. Making him want to give in.
The only two people in this realm that could make him as hard as the marble pillars, were sitting in front of him asking him what he would want if they had a threesome.
Atlas knew EXACTLY what he wanted. But he also knew what it might sound like. He knew it was probably wrong to even think it, wrong to even entertain the thought. But he couldn’t help it.
Temptation was there in front of him. Judgment clouded by alcohol. What he wanted was being handed to him on a silver platter. All he had to do….was ask for it.
He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it. But this feeling right here and now, he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to give in. If it made any of you uncomfortable, he would do whatever he had to do to make it up to both of you, especially you.
He took another deep breath and before he could open his eyes he calmly said, “I want an Eiffel Tower…”.
He trails off slightly, and looks down at the table in front of him.
“Really now?”, Issac chuckles and grins, “and who’s in the middle?”, he lets out a short laugh and winks at you. You glance over your vampire friend, then you turn back towards your werewolf husband, genuinely curious about this fantasy of his.
Atlas notices the curious look you give him and the fact that you’re not saying no immediately fills him with such a sense of burning desire, it was starting to become painful in his pants.
“I want you to put me in your mouth while Issac fucks you from behind”, Atlas says steadily, looking into your eyes, hoping and pleading you understood that he doesn’t want to disrespect you. He just wants both of you, and in a way everyone could be satisfied. He looks back down at the table, waiting for you to turn down the idea, feeling embarrassed with himself.
“Ok”, is all you say in a sultry buzzed voice.
Your mate’s eyes snapped back to yours in an instant. While your immortal friend choked on his cigarette and almost spilled his drink.
“What??”, Issac asked, choking still.
“Are you serious?”, Atlas asked with eyes slightly wider, looking for any sign that you were lying or just messing with them.
“I don’t see why not, I’m assuming you both will make sure I’m comfortable……right?”, you swing your head to Issac’s direction, an eyebrow raised, returning his look from earlier.
“I will do whatever you need me to do to make you comfortable, my mate”, his face a bit more stern to show you he was serious. You smile at him, showing him you understand.
“As will I”, Issac intervenes. His tone gets serious as he looks over to Atlas then back to you, “ the second you want us to stop, push off of him and I will stop immediately…good with you Atlas?”
“Yes. Is that ok with you?”, he asks you with such sincerity it makes your heart soar.
You move your hand over to him and gently lay yours over his,
“I trust you both”, you tell him looking into his eyes, turning your head to look Issac in the eyes.
After one more round of shots, the men follow you to your shared hotel room. Atlas’s heart racing out his chest, his throbbing cock pressed in his pants. You move to unlock the room. He softly moves your hair from your neck and kisses you softly, you tense up. Your nerves getting the better of you. You’re excited and nervous, and slightly buzzed.
“What’s taking so long…hmmm?”, Issac mirrors the same action Atlas just did to you and you hear him let out a soft moan. You freeze as you feel what you can only describe as a shot of arousal sent straight to your pussy. Such a sweet, intense sensation, you squirm against your giant fur covered husband as you try and unlock the door. Your hands were shaking from excitement. Atlas gently places his hand over yours to help and you take a deep breath before finally unlocking the door.
You walk in trying to figure out how this was going to go down exactly, before you are spun around by Atlas. He grabs your face and starts kissing you with such tender passion. You melt into him. Issac comes behind you and starts kissing your neck. Out of reaction you squeeze the fabric of your mate’s coat and tense at the sensation.
They both stop kissing you and freeze.
“Is this ok?”, Atlas whispers while his forehead rests against yours, “we can sto..mmphm”
He is cut off by giving him another kiss from you.
“I’m…fine..”, you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady, “I just need you both, to go slow and be gentle……can you do that?”, you manage to get out, trying to relax your nerves a little bit.
“Of course, darling”, Atlas tells you and it sounds like a prayer. You believe him. You trust him. He grips Issac’s suit, demanding he make the same vow to you.
“I will not do anything until you tell me to”, he stares into both of your eyes showing that he understands this situation and that he knows you are putting yourself in a position where you NEED to know you’re safe, “and the FIRST sign of discomfort from you, I will stop and leave”, he turns you slightly so you’re looking up at him.
“What will make you more comfortable, is there anything you need?”, Atlas asks genuinely wanting to know, ever the caring and protective mate.
“..just..touch me…please”, you say breathlessly, going insane at the wait.
Your vampire friend immediately puts his hands at your waist, giving a slight squeeze. You let out a small squeal at the temperature difference. He then rubs your outer thigh and you cannot help but melt into him a little bit. Atlas follows suit, hugging you close then running his hands through your hair. You are in a complete daze, feeling so loved and cared for already. You run one hand around your mate’s waist and the other behind you in Issac’s hair. You let out a small whimper, Issac presses himself against you, Atlas grabs his face and kisses him..hard.
“..How do you…want to..do this..Atlas..?”, Issac asks slightly out of breath in between kisses.
He couldn’t help but think to himself how hot this was. Issac has always had a tiny crush on you, more so when he saw how you were able to get to Atlas. You were able to get to him in a way he never could. He wanted what Atlas had, but also wanted Atlas.
He wanted to make you cum. He wanted to have Atlas watch as he fucked you nice, slow, and deep. He wanted to touch you all over, knowing this will probably be the only time he will be able to have you like this. He wanted to show you how he cared for you with his actions tonight.
Atlas kisses you while stripping off his clothes. Once he’s naked, he gets on the bed and sits up against the pillows. His cock twitches at the sight in front of him. Issac is behind you, holding you, rubbing you all over, kissing your neck softly as you squirm against his touch watching your Wolven mate enjoy what’s in front of him. Issac slowly undresses you, putting on a show for Atlas. Once you’re completely naked before both of them your mate’s expression changes instantly.
“Crawl to me”, is all he says, staring into your eyes.
It makes your heart race, you can feel Issac’s dick against your ass and he releases his hold on you. You gladly obey Atlas and crawl to him….slowly. You rub firmly up his thigh and palm his swollen cock, it twitches in your hand, and you lean up to his face.
“Are you ready?”, you smile against his neck as you ask.
Another twitch from his cock and you hear Issac’s pants hit the floor then his blazer. He waits a moment before putting one knee on the bed. Waiting. Giving you ample opportunity to say stop. But you don’t. You continue to play with your mate, then ever so slowly lowering your mouth to his cock, making sure to rub the precum around the head, while pointing your ass more in the air.
"Fuck", Issac thinks to himself while he runs his hand through his hair and looks up at Atlas. In all the years he’s been walking this world, he’s never seen anything so erotic. Much less, be a part of it.
Atlas looks at him with hooded eyes and mouth agape.
Ok, this is happening, was all he could think before he moved to rub your ass and get behind you.
You shudder and Atlas places his hand gently on your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You squirm and rub your ass against Issac, he grips your hips out of instinct. You moan and start to kiss the head of the Wolven cock you know all too well. Making sure to massage his knot, absolutely loving how pink and plump it looks.
“..Nnn…not yet..”, Atlas quietly begs, “I want Issac to put him inside you first….I want to watch”.
Issac’s eyes go wide and he hesitates for a moment. Just waiting for one of you to stop this. It’s not until you push yourself back one more time and see Atlas giving his silent permission that he figures out this is actually happening. He angles you down slowly, completely in awe at the sight. He takes his dick in his hands and gives himself a few pumps before he puts the head against your wet folds. He couldn’t concentrate on anything in that second but how warm you felt and slowly pushing himself inside of you.
“Look at me”, Atlas quietly commands his former lover. The stern tone of his voice made a chill run down both of your spines. You and the vampire behind you both secretly craved the alpha energy Atlas gave off sometimes.
Issac looks up from looking at your ass to Atlas, a grin on his face, then a look of pleasure flashes across his face. He obeys the werewolf, and looks at him while he very slowly pushes inside of you. Only closing his eyes when he fills you up all the way and feels how tight you grip him. He didn’t dare move, not yet. Not until he saw you grip Atlas’s thighs while he slowly pushed his dick inside your mouth.
When you put all you could of Atlas inside your mouth, he cannot help but moan loudly. You move up and down slowly, careful to massage his sack. You pull up and Issac hears the pop sound of you sucking on the head. He pumps inside of you one time and you shove your mouth all the way down Atlas. Issac lets out a quiet chuckle to himself. He’s figured out if he fucks you right, you’ll give Atlas better head. But true to his word, he wasn’t going to move until Atlas said so.
“Make her feel real good…Issac”
“...Oh…I will…”, he breathes out in a raspy voice before he starts to fuck you.
Atlas couldn’t believe all of this was actually happening. His ultimate fantasy coming to life. The only two people in this God forsaken world he’s ever had feelings for, with him, with each other, together, all together at once.
Your eyes are closed as you go through the motions of what is happening and enjoying yourself when you feel soft padded fingers softly run through your hair as he moans your name. He gently tilts your head to look up at him and lifts your head slightly off of his cock. You stay there panting, having his dick slightly in your mouth, as Issac fucks you slow and hard, hitting that spot each time. Atlas watches you hold his dick on your tongue as Issac pushes deep inside of you and holds you there.
After you moan, Atlas respectfully pushes you back down on his dick and you moan loud with his dick sliding close to your throat. Atlas pushes you off of him again, and let’s you get fucked and enjoy your pleasure without having to do anything. After a moment, you can’t help yourself, you take him in your hand and pump him a few times before putting him back into your mouth.
It was the thrill of something that is considered so taboo to so many making you feel so much pleasure. But you didn’t feel degraded or ashamed of what was happening. You loved both of them so much in different ways. Not only did you want to make Atlas happy, so did Issac. You knew you were safe. And the fact that you and your body was bringing so much pleasure to both of them was driving you wild. And it only took Atlas saying what he wanted to make this happen.
You buck your hips and Issac shoves himself into you, which in turn causes you to put Atlas further into your mouth. You’re close, you need to let them know, for a split second you think of how you can. But you don’t need to, they both already know.
He leans forward and starts rubbing your clit in small circles, then side to side, then in circles again. The movement pushing you over the edge.
“Don’t stop…fuck..don’t stop Issac..please…let her cum all over you…”, Atlas whimpers.
And you do. You cum…hard. So hard. All you can hear is your heartbeat and both of the men you care so deeply for moaning your name, moaning for you. You try to push Atlas back into your mouth, but he pulls back determined to let you enjoy yourself and ride out your high. You see the look in his eyes, so loving, so caring, even in this moment, and you clamp down on Issac to the point he has to stop rubbing you. He grips your hips, holding on for dear life, also determined not to ruin your orgasm.
The now shared vampire lover is close and he realizes he doesn’t know where it is ok to bust.
As if Atlas has read his mind, “Not in or on her, just back up and let me watch”.
He shoves inside of you one more good deep time before pulling out quickly, taking a couple steps back and jerks off to you sucking Atlas off with your ass still in the air, pussy soaking wet and glistening in the moonlight from the window. He looks up at Atlas who looks so beautiful with his small pants and stifled moans.
You push Atlas in your mouth deeper and start licking the underneath of his dick side to side, then pumping in your mouth a few times. You hear Issac moaning differently and you can tell he’s cumming. Atlas watches as he struggles to stand and falls to his knees in front of the bed.
Atlas’s moans start to become louder and more erratic. You feel him twitch in your mouth and know he’s so close.
You’re surprised when you feel him lift you off of him and push you against Issac’s chest on the floor and move to the edge of the bed. You look up at him panting, love drunk at the sensation and sight.
“Touch her…please”, Atlas begs Issac and he complies quickly.
He takes one breast in one hand and starts rubbing your pussy again with the other. You spread your legs to show Atlas what he wants to see. Issac licks his fingers and then delicately rubs your nipple. You buck onto his fingers, leaning forward, your mouth open staring up at Atlas. You’re in such a state of euphoria as you watch your Wolven mate frantically pump his cock in as he watches you and Issac.
Atlas quickly moves to be in front of you as Issac keeps his hand on your pussy. Atlas desperately grabs your hips and thrusts his dick deep inside of you. It only takes a few hard pumps before he is filling you with his cum. You feel him cumming inside you. That with the sensation of Issac rubbing your clit you cum all over Atlas’s dick. You wrap your legs around him and hold onto Issac’s legs, desperate to keep Atlas inside of you and milk him for everything he has. Atlas grabs Issac’s shoulder for support. To support himself, to support Issac, to support you.
He has never came so hard or so long before tonight. Issac moves his hand away from you, then holds Atlas’s shoulder to help him stay up. Atlas holds on and pumps into you a few more times. You squeeze onto him then relax and go limp. You all sit there for a few minutes, just holding one another, trying desperately to catch your breaths.
The men don’t say a word, but move to stand and help you onto the bed. You let them. You weakly crawl to the pillows and lay down on your back. Atlas brings your head to his chest and holds you against him on one side, while Issac wraps an arm around both of you. You all lay there for a short while, just enjoying the company and afterglow of such an intense night together.
It is Issac who gets up first. He walks over to the table and lights a cigarette, looking out the window. He looks back over his shoulder at the two of you holding each other on the bed. He goes into the bathroom and starts a hot bubble bath. He stands at the threshold finishing his cigarette.
Atlas hears the water running, looks up and over at him. Issac motions his head towards the bathroom. Atlas smiles and sits up, careful to help you up. Not that you really needed the extra help, you knew why he was being so tender, and you were letting him. All this attention was so lovely. You were going to take full advantage tonight.
Once Atlas helps you to the bathroom door, Issac takes your other hand and they both walk you to the tub. They each get in first. You slowly step in, you sit down, facing Issac while leaning against Atlas.
Atlas immediately puts his arms around you and brushes your hair out of your face and out the way. Issac lays your legs over his hips and rubs your legs and feet. They both gently rub the sweat and sex off of you and then themselves. You swear you could sleep like this. So warm and relaxed.
It’s Issac who sees how exhausted you are and gives Atlas a knowing look. He nods and they both help you to the bed and both help you put your sleepwear on. You close your eyes ready to lay against your furry mate. It was just muscle memory to grab onto him.
“May I? Just for tonight?”, Issac asks Atlas in such a tender way.
“Of course”, you can hear the smile in his voice, “if she doesn’t mind”.
Issac gently lifts you and places your head on his chest, you feel Atlas cuddle up to you from behind and places his massive furry arm around you, having both men’s arms holding you secure, making you feel so safe.
“Is this ok?”, Atlas asks you so softly in your ear.
You just nod and let out a sigh of contentment before falling to blissful sleep between the most wonderful men in all of the realm.
*****
The next morning, you wake up to Atlas still behind you, holding you close to him. But there was something missing, well someone rather. Issac was missing, not just the bed, but the room. And for some reason that left you feeling a little bit disappointed.
“He left a few minutes ago”, you hear Atlas say in your ear while his snout cuddles up against your neck.
“...oh…”, is all you say. You wondered if last night was a mistake. You didn’t want to dwell on the thought for too long. You were sure there would be a time and place you could discuss things over with them.
You roll over to see Atlas looking so gorgeous with his bed head and sleepy smile. You bring him into a hug and he does the same.
“Are you alright, darling?”, Atlas asks you, you can hear the anxiety in his voice. You don’t want to upset him about Issac if he doesn’t seem worried about it. And you did want him to know that you DO NOT regret last night.
You look up at him and smile the sweetest smile you could muster.
“I’m fine baby, just a little sore, but nothing serious…I promise”, you reassure him with a soft tender kiss on his snout and he hugs you close to him.
“Thank you”, is all he said.
“Shhh….”, you let out a small soft giggle and run your fingers through his fur.
After a few more minutes of calm happiness, Atlas sits up and stretches. You both make your way out of bed, get dressed, and gather all your things. He puts his arm around your waist, still wanting to pamper you.
He knows he will never be able to repay you for what you’ve already done for him, much less what you did last night. But little does he know, you don’t need or want to be ‘repaid’, you just wanted to make your mate happy. It just worked out that you also had a great time.
You two walk down the hallway that leads to the stairs, you can’t seem to hide the sad look on your face.
“What’s wrong, darling?”, Atlas asks with a slightly worried look on his face.
You sigh.
“I just hope we didn’t ruin anything between Issac and us”, you look down, almost embarrassed to admit.
“Oh….I don’t think we did”, Atlas smiles at you with that cute fucking smirk of his and glances over to someone sitting at the bar downstairs.
You follow his gaze and see Issac finishing his breakfast shake, reading the newspaper. He looks up from his meal and looks at Atlas, who smiles at him, then to you. Issac picks up his mug and gives you a joking “want some?” kind of look. You look over at Atlas and smile brightly.
You both make your way to the table, where a plate of your favorite breakfast dish and a cup of coffee, just the way you like, is waiting for you. You glance up at Issac for just a moment and he gives you a reassuring smile. Atlas smiles to himself while taking a sip of orange juice. You all eat a wonderful breakfast together and you go to pay for the meal at the counter.
Issac leaves the table to grab his bag and Atlas walks over to you to escort you to the carriage. You take his arm in yours and as you both walk to the door Issac also holds out an arm for you to take and gives you a gentleman’s smile.
Hello! This was a request from one of my Werewolf Mate members! I hope everyone enjoys! Also I wrote the first part from the monsters point of view and the second part from the readers point of view. Let me know if you guys like that!
Request: Werewolf shifter X female reader: It’s time for the werewolf to find a mate and he’s set his eyes on the reader.
Now, as you run as far and fast as you can, you can feel your heart racing with excitement. You see a small stream up ahead and run to it, stopping for just a moment to catch your breath. You lean down and splash some water on your overheated face, freezing when you hear a rustling behind you. You look over your shoulder and see the unmistakable sight of Alexander in his werewolf form. His body is large and imposing, built for hunting, and right now, you’re his prey.
After watching his father wither away without his mother, Kakashi had spent his life running from his fate. Until he could run no longer, he wouldn't even if he could.
