#Werewolves x reader

[theres-a-body-here]

You, barging through the front door: "Babe, you're gonna flip when you hear what happened today"

Your dumbass werewolf boyfriend before you can even say anything else:

[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically werewolf pack and their little human lover again!

Cant get out of my mind that at least one of the pack wolves would always be with you. Tucked at your side or keeping close behind they are your 24/7 body guards, cuddle buddies, and sweetest best doggos.

Even the grumpy prissy fem wolf of the mix always has her claws rested on your waist. Not because she wants to touch you or anything, it's just you such a clumsy human and she needs to keep you safe. >///<

She will happily accept your payment of chin scratches and hair brushing through. No ruffling her precious fur unless you wanna be pinned. And she is not all bark no bite, she will most definitely bite but never to hurt.

Plus the others would pry her off if she starts to push things, mainly bc they want a turn but also seeing your cute little self cry would break their hearts too much.

Speaking of crying, if you ever come home sniffling or just seeming down they will flock to you as if you've got a treat. But instead of licking at your face and hands they are cradling your face and slipping your bag off yourshoulders.

Begging to know what made their sweet little human so down while the hunters of the group are already memorizing the scents stuck to you. If it's about a coworker or customer they are ready to scare she shits out of them. If your just overwhelmed and tired they are already picking you up and bringing your ass right to a nice shower/bath before nest cuddles.

And the while pack will be there for cuddles after getting cleaned so they can mark you all over with their scents. Making sure that your soaked in their musks so all others know your nabbed, or just making sure you get a good petting of all their fur to help with your stress.

And of course it works it always does with how sweet and soft they treat you. Even with the all mighty, prissy, and emo types of the pack they always soften enough to cuddle in the oversized nest. If always helps with calming yourself down, just having them near and knowing they care is the best part of it all.

[xcharisityx]

Waking up to the sound of deep grunts and resounding moans coming from your monster s/o who is feverishly feasting on your wet pussy. Pleasure warms your body, as you feel slick gushing out of your cunt, making you moan audibly. Once they realize, you've woken up, they begin to babble excuses as to why they needed to taste you.

“You were moaning in your sleep, and y-you smelled soo fucking good. I-I couldn't stand seeing you like that! Mmm- wanted to help you.”

[the-faceless-bride]

I just tried to make my first Character Ai!!

Boris Howlles is now here to chat!!!

So just to keep everyone updated on my world, Monsters aren't exactly unheard of but are seen as lesser beings, lots of prejudice towards monsters in my universe. So seeing a monster is quiet rare. Enjoy being special with your hot werewolf monster boyfriend 🩷🩷

Monster OC HC!! - ☆Boris Howlles☆

Relationship HC with Boris Howlles...

Boris Howlles who...When he met you, it was on a full moon, you walked home after a night with your friends when he came rushing towards you with his glowing eyes. And he probably would've killed you. He squeezed you so tight, dug his nails into your arms so hard he left scratches. But he whimpered and threw himself off of you before grabbing at his head, a few moments later he was looking at you, his angry shaped eyes looked soft and guilty.

Boris Howlles Who... when you came looking a few days later, he shunned away from you. He was a monster, Cursed from the day he was born to be a child of the night. To animal like and monstrous to be human, to Human like to be an animal. He expected you to bring a trail of angry humans with touches and pitchforks. But was interested in you, when all you asked was to 'boop' his nose.

Boris Howlles who... dispite his mean looking face and seemingly hard outter shell, comes to enjoy your company, you're his first real friend! And so he tells you everything! About how Shifters and werewolves are different! The reason vampires and wolves of any kind don't get along, how the moon cycles affect how intense his more animalistic features and tendencies are; he tells you how his favorite places to be scratched if his chest and tummy!

Boris Howlles who... in time gets more and more attached, one day following you home in the dead of night, not telling you he was there. Until you woke up the next day to see him standing hunched over into your fridge looking around for something to eat, he was so hungry :( he sat ON your table while you made something to eat, tossing him a steak you had in your freezer. He confesses his attachment to you. He wants to be a pack with you, he'd been alone for so long that now he just can't let you go.

Boris Howlles who... is always trying to convince you to skip work and stay home with him :) who needs stupid money when it should be free to live, so just don't go out and be with him! You have to explain that's not how it works and pry him off your leg to leave the house every single time. And when one day you come smelling like... someone else, he gets... jealous... more than he was comfortable with. He gets angry and pouty with you. He doesn't utter a word to you for the next hour, mad at you for leaving and mad you had the nerve to spend time with someone else! But then that anger shifts...

Boris Howlles who... wishes he was born a Shifter instead. He's angry at fate. He didn't have a human form, he could never walk down the street with you, never hold your hand without worrying about scratching you or accidentally pulling to hard and taking your arm off, he would never be able to... properly kiss you. Not with his stupid snout and sharp fangs. He realizes in that moment that he loves you, but you couldn't be with him. It wouldn't be fair... he only opens up to these confessions and insecurities after you sat next to his and scratched his chest and tummy for thirty minutes.

Boris Howlles who... is thrilled to hear you feel the same way! You'd tried to deny your feelinging thinking a human and a 'monster' like him wouldn't be okay, or appropriate. But he didn't care, and neither should you! He loves you! And he'll be loyal and trustworthy till the very bitter end. However that doesn't stop the jealousy and insecurities of his, one day you came home smelling like that Coworker of yours the one that while you can't tell, he can smell the last they left behind on you. And he wasn't very happy.

Boris Howlles who... that night fully bonded himself to you, and you to him. He tried to be soft... tried to start slow... he was much bigger than you, and he really didn't want to hurt you. But the more he thought of you being his forever and creating a soul bond with him made his so excited... and the idea of that coworker being lustful about you made his so angry :( he was relentless and his pace was unforgiving. His brain just repeated the words "Mine, Mine, Mine, Mate, Mate, Mate," over and over and over again. He didn't stop until you passed out. Unable to take the overstimulatuon anymore.

Boris Howlles who... the morning after made you breakfast... or tried to atleast, he's too big for your little cozy apartment and isn't used to how your human technology works. It's a little burned and bland but you appreciated it nonetheless, and he happily cuddles you the rest of the day off from work. Only stopping to take a shower when you questioned him on the red liquid splatters on his fur, he said it was from a while ago but that wasn't true. It was from last night after he made sure you were passed out! You won't be seeing your coworker the next day at work tomorrow because he just couldn't let them get too close to you, his sweet little doe. But, you didn't need to know that. :)

Art work of Boris is on my 2nd account @all-about-bride

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Taking your werebunny’s aching cock into your hand, stroking it until he’s crying out for your pussy.

“P-please, please… wanna breed, wanna be inside!”

He’s so desperate, his warm, red cock bobbing and begging to be inside of you. It’s been so long since he’s had a mate, his last one had never let him sink his cock into her…

As soon as he was in your pussy, he rutted agaisnt you like a wild animal, whining as he babbled out ‘thank you’s and pleas for you to keep going…

“D-don’t stop, g-gotta fill you up… gonna have my litter…”

Your bunny mate had an incredibly high libido, having way more stamina than you. At the end of the mating session, you were left a drooling mess, you cunt clenching around nothing when he pulled out to snuggle you.

Soft purrs filled the air as he quickly shielded you with his body, nibbling softly on your cheek.

“Mmph… my pretty little mate, I can’t wait until you’re heavy with our young…”

[weretentaclegirl]

Your werewolf FBI agent

The werewolf fbi agent assigned to you catches you fucking yourself one night.

Actually, he wasn’t supposed to be monitoring you through your phone at night but he was bored and lonely and he got curious about your night routine so he used his credentials and got access to your phone’s camera and mic, right on time to watch you cum. He wasn’t expecting that, and knew he should’ve felt guilty and turned it off, but just that little glimpse made him so fucking hard he had to stroke his dick and keep watching in hopes you’d keep going. And of course you did, cumming multiple times and falling asleep with your phone still in front of your face. And he came so hard he had to change his sheets immediately. And now he’s obsessed. 

When the sun’s out he tells himself he wouldn’t do it that day. That it was wrong and he could get in trouble if someone ever finds out. But as soon as he gets home he loses the battle and tunes in for the show, semi hard cock already in hand. He gets aroused even when you're doing mundane things, like following a recipe or watching tv while browsing on tumblr. That’s like foreplay to him until you’re ready to go to bed and start touching yourself.

At first he was fine with what little of you could be seen through your phone; it was enough for him to see your adorable flushed face and hear your moans. But as days pass his obsession grows. He needs to see your body from all the angles he can get so he hacks your security system. He even gets into your house one day when you’re out and installs his personal cameras and a few hidden mics here and there. He sends subliminal messages with his own voice through your alexa when you’re asleep to break your mind and get you fucking yourself for hours on end. You’ve never been into monsters but suddenly you’re interested in buying a knotted dildo after getting tons of ads of this specific model that supposedly emulates the real thing, and is even modeled after a real werewolf dick! 

It’s all a fantasy to him, and it's not harming you so what’s the problem? It’s not like he’s going to make a move on you, right?

[werecreature-addicted]

fic idea:

Arranged marriage with the alpha of a werewolf pack to broker peace and even though it's a shell marriage you are still expected to act like a happy loving couple every now and then. He's a nice enough Alpha. a good guy who respects you and your boundaries, he's busy though, it's rare you see him unless for scheduled events where you'll both be in attendance. You feel like you don't really know him, that there could be anything under that mask of polite care. He's more like a good coworker than your husband.

The pack Beta though? He's with you constantly, you know him inside and out, and he knows you just the same. He's maybe not as big as the alpha, but he is still a werewolf, still larger and with sharper teeth than any human you've ever seen. And he loves you, he calls you his mate behind closed doors. Kisses and pleasures you while your Alpha husband is away at work. It kills him that it's his alpha's mark on your neck, not his, he gets sick to his stomach if he thinks about it too much, but the way you scream for him when he fucks you, and the way he's always your first choice when you need something, that soothes the ache a little. He knows you aren't in love with your husband and never were, but if he has to watch you kiss his alpha one more time at a stupid party he's going to snap someone's neck.

[specsthesecond]

Werewolf boyfriend who tries to be dominant with you but fails every time.

He wants to be the growling primal Dom he thinks you want but he just can't because every time he's pounding into you his brain short-circuits and he just becomes a good obedient puppy for you.

He's trying so hard to keep his dominance while he fucks you and then you just have to look up at him with your beautiful fucked out eyes and moan,

"Ah~ so good, such a good boy."

And he crumbles instantly, whining into your neck as you giggle and scratch behind his ear. He knows your little "Awww" isn't supposed to be condescending but it still makes his cock twitch and his pace quicken. He whines and cries as he frantically pounds your addictive pussy. You hold him so close to you, breathlessly panting out praises as your climax approaches.

"That's it", "So good for me", "Making me feel so good, baby"

He hates the way his growls always trail off into whines when he's about to cum. His stupid tail wagging and his tongue lapping at your throat like the dumb dog he is. He hates that he cums before you, he thinks it's weak, even though he always keeps pounding until you cum around his knot no matter how overstimulated he gets.

He hates the way you control him even when you're getting fucked dumb on his cock, and you don't even know it! You don't even know how much he loves it when you cuddle him close, kiss his face and say things like,

"Thank you, thank you baby." "Love you s'much" "Treat me so well"

The way you sing these praises and don't even notice the effects it has on him makes him so mad. It makes him want to fuck you even harder, makes him want to assert dominance and put you in your place. But he knows that if he tried he would just end up being a whining drooling mess, mindlessly bucking into your pussy like the needy puppy he is.

🦴υ´• ﻌ •`υ

[frankiethedarkangel]

Being intimate with your werewolf boyfriend for the first time.

Not understanding his unfathomable desire to claim your body and breed you. You innocently brought condoms with you, thinking he’d use them.

Oh sweetheart, you were so wrong. That man has wanted to breed that sweet cunt of yours the moment he first smelled your arousal.

When you pulled out a magnum condom for him, he couldn’t help but laugh at you. Not only did you not understand that a magnum condom was far too small for him. You never realized his cock was different from any other man you’ve been with.

As soon as he pulled his throbbing knot from his pants you looked bewildered.

“How is that even going to fit?!”

“Oh my sweet girl. It’s going to fit and you’re going to take every last inch in that beautiful pussy of yours.”

And he made sure he did. He lapped his tongue in your pussy, sucking your juices and replacing it with his own. Lubing you up with his saliva. Your pussy taste so good to him you have him drooling like the dog he is.

Slowly he replaced his tongue with his knot. Your whimpers and moans kept him going until he was fighting to not breed you and fill you with his pups.

Monster Masterlist

[thrasherella]

Going from a human boyfriend that only eats you out out of obligation and isn’t really into it to a Werewolf Boyfriend who gets so excited about being able to eat you out that he’ll go for hours if you let him and he’s rock hard the entire time.

Yes, he wants to fuck you of course, but you taste so fucking sweet it’s hard to tear himself away.

...

"Wait!" she cried out, panting as she tried to catch her breath, face incredibly hot as a telltale crimson flush overtook her cheeks. He paused, looking up at her from between her thighs, the way he was making those puppy dog eyes at her driving her crazy. "I..." she hesitated, biting at her lower lip softly and breaking their eye contact; oh Christ this is so embarrassing...

"My last boyfriend, aahhh...heeee said that I, um, I don't taste good--" she could feel her voice staring to get choked up in her throat as the tears welled and threatened to spill down her cheeks, but before she could say another word his mouth was on her, and she gasped sharply, head falling back as his tongue drove straight into her soft walls, lapping at the arousal already dripping from her.

"What a fucking loser," he muttered into her, his hot breath causing her to shiver. "You taste like a piece of fucking candy...so sweet..." he gave a long, low moan as his tongue returned to her tight cunt, his cock swollen and dripping, begging for his attention, but he ignored his own needs for now. There would be plenty of time to stretch this pretty pink hole around his dick later; right now there was a feast to be had...

Her mind turned to static as he made out with her pussy, a symphony of ambrosial tones cascading from her lips; it was music to his ears. She hadn't known that this could feel so good, her blood running molten hot as his tongue plundered and tasted her relentlessly, pushing so deep he bumped up against her cervix, making her gasp and twitch; sharp teeth occasionally raking against her sensitive clit, her hips rolling and bucking as she squirmed beneath him deliciously. Chris had only ever put in the minimal effort when it came to eating her, acting like it was such a bothersome chore; this was like being worshipped, his lips taking full advantage of her, tongue filling her completely, those sharp, dangerous teeth testing her skin gently, lightning dancing along her spine as he threatened to break her skin but never did. She hoped she would bare his bruises tomorrow...

He let out little whimpers and groans that only fueled the wildfire that was raging out of control within her core, sucking her soft skin delicately, growling and grinding himself into the mattress in wonderfully agonizing anticipation.

He made her cum so many times she couldn't keep count; clawed fingers of one hand rubbing her swollen and throbbing clit until she was practically screaming, the other hand reaching up to tease and pinch her hardened nipples. She was unable to think as she came over and over against his mouth, onto his hand, soaking his face and the bedsheets with her sweet juices.

He desperately tried to lap up every last drop...

[theres-a-body-here]

Riding the Wolf

Male!werewolf x Male!reader drabble

<-Previous - Next->

With Josh's hands firmly grasping your hips, you slowly ease yourself down onto his eager cock. You let out a soft hiss as his girth rubs against your sore anal walls. You slowly rock your hips back and forth, savoring every thrust.

As his claws scratch at your flesh, he gasps out, "You feel so good…"

Sliding off him completely, leaving only his throbbing member peeking out from your entrance, Josh whimpers in disappointment.

"Please, put it back in," he begs, practically trembling with anticipation.

You've been teasing him like this for an hour.

You let out a soft sigh at his pleading, your cock twitching in satisfaction. You ease yourself back down onto his length, sinking deeper and deeper until you bottom out against his knot.

With his head thrown back in ecstasy, Josh releases a low, guttural groan as his claws dig deeper into your hips. He bucks his hips, causing his slick knot to squish against your asscheeks. It's clear what he wants.

"You've already gotten to knot me twice today," you taunt, running your fingers through the thick fur on his belly.

Frustrated by your denial, Josh bucks his hips once more, trying to grind his knot against your hole.

"Oh god, please…just….fuck, fuck," he begs, his desperation palpable in both his voice and movements.

You cruelly lift your hips upwards to deny him any friction against his swollen knot. "No, not yet," you say firmly.

"Please, I'll do anything – I'll clean the house, cook dinner, whatever you want! Just let me knot you, please!" he pleads, his eyes filled with desperation.

You let out a soft chuckle.

Slowly lowering yourself back onto his shaft, you pause when you reach his swollen knot, feeling it pulsing against your hole. Grabbing hold of his clawed hands, you guide them towards your upper waist. Josh knows what you want.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Josh eagerly grabs hold of your waist, supporting your weight as he pushes you down onto his throbbing knot like a human fleshlight.

"Fuck… thank you," he babbles breathlessly . "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

You let out a soft cry of pain mixed with pleasure as Josh slams you down onto his knot, popping in with a wet, squelching sound. His hot cum floods your insides, sending waves of heat into your body.

Meanwhile, Josh's tongue hangs out lazily, eyes half closed in pure bliss, releasing labored breaths accompanied by adorable little grunts as he tries to grind his knot in deeper.

Laying on his furry chest, you let out a soft sigh at the feeling of being full. you tease him softly, "I really do spoil you too much, don't I?" Cupping his fluffy muzzle with your hands and giving them a squish, you watch as Josh responds with an indiscernible mumble, his cock still twitching inside you.

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine Vampire bf and Werewolf bf fighting over your cunt while you’re on your period. Both pushing each other out of the way to get between your spread legs first.

Vampire bf wants to eat you out because any taste of your blood is enough to drive him feral. To think that your body is freely gushing it out has him panting as he struggles to control his fangs. He wishes he had the ability to breathe simply so that he could suffocate against your pussy as your sweet nectar slides down his tongue.

Werewolf bf wants to eat you out because your scent is so much more potent on your period and it makes him dizzy. He wants to be closer to it, he wants to bury himself in your folds and drown in your scent. He imagines that if your smell is stronger than your taste will be too. His cock drips with pre-cum imagining the taste of your pussy when it’s like this.

Eventually neither of them can take it a second longer when you whimper, your cramps flaring up. Their need to help you, to soothe you, overcoming the urge to get to you first. So they go at you together. Their tongues lapping along your slit before delving in deeper. You moan, back arching, but their hands hold you down and intertwine along your navel.

They make out with your pussy, not caring about the mess, their tongues swirling through your folds, messily dipping into your gushing cunt to soak up your fluids, and kissing each other in the midst of devouring your core. Your hands weave into their hair, drawing them deeper into you and taking the pleasure you so desperately need. Mirroring growls leave them as the scent of your arousal grows stronger, letting them know you’re close. You cum hard into their mouths and they both drink up every last drop. They don’t stop lapping up your release until you push them away. But they’re right back on you as they crawl up and sandwich your body between them for some cuddling.

[lilaccmilk]

Ok but NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is just absolutely obsessed with you. Your scent, your voice, you body, infact everything about you is driving him crazy and he just can't wait to be inside you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who pounds into you as if it's his first and last time (though he fucked you just the night before)

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who can't help but go feral over how tight your cunt feels. And fucks every thought out of you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is not satisfied with just one round. He needs atleast 3-4.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who then walks around the house with his knot in you.

[solelifauna]

With Bared Teeth & Prayers (Yandere Batfam X Neglected Reader) (Dark!!! Werewolf AU) (PT. 1)

TW: Mentions/allusions to cannibalism, death, and violence.

Three years had passed since that fateful day and your life had only gotten more miserable. Whatever hopes you had for being a part of a family were thwarted as soon as you stepped foot in the household. Bruce doesn't care about you, Dick was straight up mean, Jason (as the pack protector) was aggressive, Tim found you annoying, and Damien simply loathed your existence and would join Dick with his cruelty.

Both Stephanie and Barbara were civil with you, but neither really cared about what you did. Cassandra was nice, sometimes signing to you and giving you scented clothing, but she still didn't really go out of her way to engage with you. The only person who you felt truly cared about you was Alfred.

The first two years you tried your hardest to fit in and get the others to like you. You did whatever they wanted, made sure to learn their interests so you could talk to them, never complained, and made sure to respect the pack's boundaries.

You hoped that eventually, you’d all move past this hurdle and soon you would get along and be allowed in the pack den and other pack activities. Unfortunately, you realized that you would never be considered part of the family or the pack. Which as heartbreaking as it was, was the least of your worries.

You see, there was an ancient custom in werewolf culture concerning new pack members and pack initiation. When a new werewolf is introduced to a pack and their territory, the new werewolf has a certain amount of time to be accepted into the pack; if they’re not, well, they're killed and eaten. 

Yeah… quite terrifying and barbaric if you think about it, but mostly only the old lineages still continue this practice. Which is why you’re absolutely fucked. See, typically when children come to a pack they get accepted immediately, pups were (usually) considered precious.

In your case, being a half-blood severely reduced your chances and well, you guessed the Wayne family just didn't like you. Which sucks because you only have until your 18th birthday to get them to accept you, and considering your 16th birthday was coming up, your time was coming to a close. 

Or, you could always just run away. Hey! It was an option, one that you weren't sure the Bats would even let happen. Still it was worth a try. Which leads to your current situation in Bruce's office; you were trying to cut your losses a little early.

~~~~~~

“Look, I just feel as though this is the best course of action for your pack’s and my own safety.” Came your exasperated and desperate voice.

“Safety?” Bruce questions, causally flipping through some Wayne Industries documents, as if he doesn't know exactly what you're talking about.

“Considering Damian’s tried to kill me five times, two of his attempts almost being successful, and Jason's pit aggression that has him ready to rip my throat out, you can see why someone would feel unsafe.” You state, voice raising slightly in pitch.

He hummed noncommittally, his eyes still focusing on whatever paperwork he was going over.

“I'll think about it.” He replies, still disinterested.

“There’s nothing to think about! I should be allowed to leave if I want to, and if anything I'll finally be out of your pack's way.” You say, finally letting your frustration show through.

Why couldn't he just let you leave? Did he seriously want to keep you here just to kill– sorry, eat you in another two years?

“Excuse me?” He finally looks up from his work, his blue eyes meeting yours. He was unimpressed, you could tell that much at least, coupled with a dark look of simmering anger.

Okay, so maybe you should tone it down a notch.

“Come on, I'm not an idiot. I know me being here is simply a public formality, good fluff bits for the press y'know. But I'm not part of your family, and I'm certainly not part of your pack. You and the others have made that very clear. So please, allow me to do us both a favor and get out of your way.” You add.

“Where would you go?”

“Huh?” You blink in surprise.

“Where would you go?” Bruce repeats again.

“That–that is honestly none of your concern.”

“None of my concern? Aren't I entitled to know where my kid is?”

“No, you’re not. Sure you're biologically considered my father, but we all know I'm not really considered your kid.”

“Is that what you think?” He questions.

“Am I supposed to think any differently?”

“You carry the Wayne surname do you not?”

“I do.”

“Then you belong to the Waynes. To me. Which means that I decide what happens to you.”

There was the familiar darkness that you saw pooling in Bruce’s eyes, the type that left the Joker a tortured mess, the type that disemboweled Ra’s Al Ghul, the type of darkness that reminded you that Batman doesn’t kill. Oh no, he maims and tortures instead.

You unconsciously take a careful step back. 

Bruce’s stare felt like ice, and his words hung in the air, thick and heavy with an authority that was absolute. You wanted to argue, to say something, but every instinct in your body screamed for caution. There was a darkness in his gaze that you had seen glimpses of before, but never directed at you, and now it was there, unblinking, cutting through any hope you’d harbored for mercy or understanding.

Your heart hammered, yet you forced yourself to stand straighter, swallowing down the instinctive fear. 

“With all due respect,” you began, your voice smaller than you intended but steady, “staying here for another two years just for you all to—to follow through with that—custom, doesn’t seem fair.”

Bruce’s expression didn’t soften, but his posture shifted slightly, his gaze piercing through you like he could see every thought you tried to hide. 

“Belonging is earned. It isn’t granted because of blood,” he stated coldly. “If you truly wish to belong somewhere, you work for it.”

“I’ve tried,” you said, voice thick with frustration. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve followed your rules, I tried with everyone, and stayed out of everyone’s way. But nothing I do is good enough.”

“You assume that acceptance is given on your terms,” he replied, voice as controlled as ever. “Pack structure doesn’t bend to anyone’s whims. Least of all a half-blood who hasn’t proven their loyalty.”

The words stung, tearing open a wound that you thought had scarred over. You clenched your fists, feeling the sharp ache of your own nails digging into your palms. “And what exactly does proving myself look like here? Surviving Damian’s attacks? Letting Jason rip me apart every chance he gets?”

“Watch your tone,” he warned, his voice low, cutting through any retort you’d planned.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to take another step back from his desk. Challenging him wouldn’t help. He’d already decided where you stood, and nothing you said would change that. Maybe it was better to save your energy, conserve your strength for the day you’d finally slip away.

“Understood,” you said, swallowing the bitterness in your throat. “If that��s how it is, then I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.”

 But you’d still leave when the time comes.

Bruce’s gaze hardened, like he knew what you were thinking. “Your place is here until I decide otherwise,” he said, a finality in his tone that told you any further argument would only worsen things.

He dismissed you with a look, returning to his papers as if the conversation were over, as if you were no longer there. Every step you took out of the office felt heavier, like the manor itself was holding you down, binding you to this place that was never truly a home.

As you closed the door behind you, the cold emptiness of the hallway wrapped around you, and you knew then—you were on your own. If you were to survive this, it would be on your own terms.

It's like clockwork when Alfred calls you down for dinner. The same time, the same routine.

You show  up to dinner, hands still shaking and mind still reeling from your disturbingly cryptic conversation with Bruce. But, never mind that you’d just eat quietly and leave like you always do. You moved to your normal seat only to find that all the chairs near the end of the table had disappeared. What the actual fuck. Was this some type of powerplay? Something to imply that you didn’t even have a seat at their table anymore? 

You mean, you wouldn't mind eating in the safety and comfort of your own room. With an exasperated sigh, which had a couple of heads turn their attention to you, you grabbed an empty plate and started loading it up with food. You were about to head back to your room when you heard an outraged growl from behind you.

The kind of growl that had you tensing, ready to submit and roll onto your back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jason growled out from behind you.

You freeze.

“To my room?” You responded meekly, curling in on yourself as much as you could.

“And pray tell, why do you think that’d be acceptable?”

“Uh–um, ‘cause my seats’ gone?”

Jason only smirked, the feral kind that almost always promised pain to his enemies.

“Oh, but your chair isn't gone, it's right here.” Jason says pointing to a chair right near the head of the table.

You blanked. That's not right. Only pack was allowed that close to the head of the table, where Bruce sat, where the pack leader sat.

“B-But, I can’t–”

“Did that sound like a suggestion?”

You shook your head no, swallowing down a whimper that almost escaped your lungs.

“Then sit your ass down,” Jason growled.

He didn't have to tell you twice.

Immediately you shakily sat down in your new seat, on the left side of Bruce’s seat at the head of the table with Jason sitting at your left shoulder and Dick across from you. Not good, not good at all. You could feel the acidic, green gaze of Jason burning into the side of your face whilst Dick languidly sipped his wine, a sickeningly sweet smile (with way too many teeth to be considered anything but malicious), plastered on his face as he stared at the new seating chart. You let out a shaky breath, trying to get your heart rate back to normal; you were so gonna die tonight.

Thankfully, Bruce arrived and sat himself in his seat at the head of the table; right next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on getting air in your lungs and slowing your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Bruce shot a knowing stare at the rest of the table. As much as you tried to conceal it, they could all hear your rapidly fluttering heartbeat and your poorly hidden breathing. Tim and Jason both watched you amused; you looked so darn pathetic, sitting there trembling like a leaf. 

You glanced down at your plate, picking at the food without really tasting it, hoping that staying silent would help you melt into the background.

Bruce, however, remained still and silent, his presence looming over you, radiating the authority that seemed to keep everyone else in check. But even that felt like a facade; the way his gaze lingered on you for a split second too long told you he was watching closely, assessing.

You forced yourself to take a bite, trying to steady your hands enough to appear somewhat composed. But the sound of your own heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, loud and unrelenting, as if amplifying the anxiety that twisted in your gut. They could hear it too; you knew that much from the way Jason’s smirk deepened, from the way Tim’s lips twitched with barely-contained laughter.

As the dinner dragged on, every clink of a fork, every quiet murmur, felt like it was directed at you. The food turned to ash in your mouth, each bite only reminding you of the eyes trained on you, dissecting you with every chew and every breath.

The rest of the dinner passed in strained silence, every second an endurance test as you forced yourself to stay seated, to keep your head down. When Bruce finally pushed his chair back and dismissed everyone, the wave of relief was almost enough to make you lightheaded. Quick as a whip, you practically ran up the stairs towards the safety and solace of your room.

When you make it, the locks on your door are immediately fastened (not that it would do much if anyone wanted to actually force their way in). You exhale in relief as you try to collect your thoughts. Fuck, everything was going to shit; the worst part being you had school tomorrow (which thankfully you did not go to Gotham Prep; you'd kill yourself if you did). You groaned at the thought, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to relieve the ache shooting through them.

Looks like another night of shitty sleep.

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: SLIGHT dubcon piss kink, cockwarming, knotting

“C’mon, princess. You can take it.”

You let out a whine as your mate held you on his lap, his knot stuffed inside of you. “N-no, it’s gross…”

He chuckled as you pouted and squirmed, giving your cheek a soft lick with his large tongue. “I’m only marking what’s mine. It’ll all come out when the swelling goes down…”

A hand reached out to rub your clit, making your cunt squeeze around his cock. “B-but… I’m already so full…”

“You said you wanted me to use you as my little toy, didn’t you princess?”

“Yeah…”

You puffed out your chubby cheeks, and he couldn’t help but kiss them. “Listen, I won’t stuff you full. Just a little, alright?”

“J-just a little…”

He smiled, burying his face into your neck to concentrate. Soon, the warm feeling of his piss filling you up made your toes curl and your body shiver. It was a strange, yet not unpleasant sensation.

Soft purrs tumbled through his chest as he gently rubbed your belly, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck. “All mine… everyone will be able to tell you’ve been marked just by getting of whiff of my piss on you…”

He chuckled, his claw circling around the small bulge in your belly. “Well, in this case, in you…”

You stayed stuffed full of piss, being peppered in kisses and lightly bounced on his knot until it finally deflated.

It all gushed out of you at once, leaving you feeling relieved… yet empty. As he picked you up and carried you to the bath, you buried your face into his neck.

“Could… we try this again sometime? I feel all empty now…”

His hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. “Of course… anything for you, love.”

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[monstersflashlight]

Halloween special: Red riding hood finds her wolves

Werewolf x werewolf x chubby fem!reader || breeding, predator/prey, breeding, size kink, sharing is caring, mating, oversimulation, spit-roast, cum inflation

Your friend invited you to the party, so you decided it was her fault that you didn’t know what it was it all about. She didn’t say (or maybe you weren’t listening), so that you were chased down the woods was totally her fault and nothing to do with you… Right. That’s it.

When she mentioned a costume party you started to make arrangements in your head and thinking how slutty could you dress, how much you could show without being too in your face… Okay, maybe you didn’t care for that and you were only thinking what dress would make you look hotter. Not two seconds later you decided red riding hood would be your best choice, you had a red cape that you used for a similar costume a couple years back, and a tiny dress you bought on a sad day. Your fat tummy and thick thighs would look killer in that red short dress, and if every inch of that fabric molded to your chubby body, that was a plus.

The problem was you didn’t know the party was at the pack land and there would be wolves assisting. And you also didn’t know wolves were more dangerous than a bull when you moved red fabric in front of them. But it was your friend’s fault, remember? All on her…

When you arrived in your short dress and high boots all eyes were on you, you looked fire and you knew it, and you did nothing but to enjoy the attention and the stares everyone around you were sending your way, your body tingling with excitement as they devoured you with their eyes. You were high on dopamine and excitement as you walked to the bar and saw a couple of very hot dudes making out. You shivered, your thighs clenching as your thong got wet. What was about two dudes making out that made them so fucking hot? Maybe it wasn’t the dudes, though, because if you saw two girls that would have made you dripping wet, too. Maybe it was you and your attention whore pussy. Yeah, most likely.

As soon as you walked in, they stopped kissing, their noses twitching as they turned around and focused their eyes on you, a growl escaping their mouths as you giggled. One of them was tall and bear-like, his face rough and his hair dark, and the other one was the prettiest redhead you’ve ever seen. They both towered over you, and you felt almost tiny in comparison, even thought your frame was big enough not to be missed anywhere. They looked flushed, but you bet you were even more red than them. Their hair was messy, and just then you understood their costume: no costume at all. They were in their half shifted form as they looked at you intently.

You stepped into the kitchen to get yourself a glass, but you didn’t get enough time before one of them grunted: “mate”. And the other one turned to look at him and growled: “mine”.

You knew enough wolves in your life to know what that meant. It meant that either you ran or you’d be fucked in the middle of that kitchen and everyone who entered would be able to see you being fucked against any surface available. And even though that was a fun thought, and maybe made your pussy hot as fuck, you knew it wasn’t the best way to start a mating bond. And if you were to be claimed, you wanted them to chase you (the kinky side of you already screaming giddily).

So you did what you had to: you took off your shoes and bolted out the back door.

You heard the howls behind you before you heard footsteps following close behind. You knew they had all the chances to catch you, but you also knew they wanted to play with their prey before they enjoyed your body. You screamed joyfully as you ran ahead of them, their grunts and yelps making you giddy with excitement. Your pussy was completely soaked as you ran, and you bet they could smell it behind you if their howls were any indication. Your thighs were rubbing in the worst possible way, and you were sure you’d have the worst case of friction burn in the morning, but at that moment, with your heart beating fast and hard and your future mates following behind you, you couldn’t care less.

“Come on little bunny, are you going to keep running?” One of them screamed behind you, making you giggle as you pushed yourself further.

“I’m going to fuck you as a reward, little mate, your pussy is going to be destroyed!” The other one warned, as if it was some kind of threat.

You giggled and kept running until your lungs couldn’t hold the air anymore and your feet started to hurt from the dirt under them. And when a nasty root appeared out of nowhere and made you trip, a strong arm caught you by the middle, leaving you suspended in the air as you breathed hard and they chuckled.

“Caught you!” The bearded one exclaimed as he ripped your dress of your body in one fast movement, making you gasp as you were left wearing nothing but the tiny thong and your red cape. “What do we do with our little bunny?” He was massive next to you, holding you up with just one arm, his hand almost covered your whole side.

Your body was vibrating with energy, the starts of the mating urge making themselves known as they touched your body freely. There was a traveling hand touching your exposed ass, some other hand pinching your nipple and groping your big tummy. They were everywhere at once, and they were making the mating frenzy even worse.

They lowered you to the dirt and you didn’t care. You only cared about their bodies and the deep need inside of you. You stared at them as they took off their clothes over you, their bodies being exposed fast, not allowing you to process before they were falling to their knees next to your body.

“Dibs on her pussy!” The redhead called out, making the other grunt as you giggled

The beard one grunted and complained. “Fuck. That’s low, man.”

“I’ll suck your dick later,” he promised with a teasing tone, making you whine at the image.

You’d give part of your left kidney to be able to see them fuck. And then you realized: you would see them. You were their mate, you’d be able to see them fuck all the times you wanted. You groaned at the realization, and they looked at you questioning. You couldn’t process your fast thoughts fast enough to tell them what was in your mind, but they didn’t seem to care anymore when they started caressing and touching your body again.

The bearded one grabbed your hair and pulled so you were looking at his face. “Okay little bunny, we’re going to fuck you until you are cum-drunk and bred. And then we are going to take you to our house and do it all over again. And again… And again.” He was kneeling next to your head and when you noticed his dick your breath got caught in your throat. There was no way…

“I- I don’t know if that will…” You tried to explain, the words coming slower and harder. Your brain was taking too much energy concentrating on sending you wave after wave of lust as the mating frenzy began.

“It will, honey, you are made for us, remember? Our mate. Are you okay with that, do you want us little mate?” The redhead asked, making you moan under his body weight as he laid over your back, his huge dick nesting between your ass cheeks and rubbing in a way that made your brain short-circuit. “I think that’s a yes,” he said amused, his clawed fingers finding your center, already wet and needy. “She’s soaked, good goddess,” he groaned, his tone getting low and making you moan again, pushing your ass against the front of his pants again.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged. You didn’t even know how they were taking so long, humans felt the mating urge a lot less intense than wolves and you were already dying to be fucked.

“Okay, little bunny, we can claim you know,” the bearded one said as he grabbed your face and used his thumbs to collect the tears that escaped your eyes. “Open your pretty mouth to take me,” his voice was softer now, and you preened under his attention as he grabbed your hair and opened his pants.

His dick sprung free and hit your lower lip at the same time you felt the tip of the redhead’s dick against your aching core. And that’s all you felt with a clear head before your brain was took over completely by lust. They grunted in unison, one pushed in your mouth and the other in your pussy, your brain shut off and any thought not regarding dick escaped your mind.

They started a frantic pace, fucking your holes in tandem as they howled to the moon. You could only moan and groan, the combined sensation making you ascend into a roller-coaster of pleasure that left you breathless as you sucked around the dick in your mouth. He grunted over you and the redhead answered with another grunt, their combined sounds were making you go as feral as they were, their dicks hitting every part of your insides as you cried around the dick in your mouth when the redhead grabbed your hips and rutted against your G-spot.

You felt the build up of an orgasm as you felt the first shoot of cum hitting the back of your throat. He screamed your name as he pushed as far as he could go and you swallowed as fast as possible. It wasn’t fast enough. He pulled out and painted your face with the last spurs of his dick as you panted and fell into pleasure yourself, your pussy contracting around his shaft as he buried himself deep and screamed your name. You felt the telltale stretch of his knot as he locked himself in you. You cried out when a second orgasm rushed over you and he filled you over and over, so much of it you could feel your stomach distending under your body as the bearded one caressed and pinched your nipples, making you cry out and come again. You were so oversensitive every single touch felt like ecstasy.

When the knot deflated, they didn’t let you catch your breath, switching places and making you lick all your juices off the redhead dick as the bearded one fucked right into your well used hole, pushing all the cum trying to escape back inside. The sounds of it was like a filthy symphony that made your brain get mushy and desperate with each passing second. You needed his knot like you needed air.

The second round was as intense as the first, but your oversensitivity only added to the feel of the dick thrusting into you as you came and came and came… At some point your brain disconnected. And connected again when his knot expanded inside of you, filling you again with so much come you could feel it gushing out of you around his knot. It was filthy and dirty, it was lust and desire personified, it was like your whole body now became theirs, and theirs became yours… It was like nothing you could ever imagine and more.

You almost dozed off when the redhead pushed back and jerked his dick right in front of you, he came right over your face, making it even more messy as he groaned at the sight. You sighed, licking all you could as another orgasm rushed through your body.

By the time he was done and the beard one pulled out, you felt the river of come leaving your body and making a pool under your tired body. They laid next to your tired body, caressing your skin lightly until you stopped trembling in aftershocks, kissing your back and neck, your face and basically every part of you they could reach.

When you three were half recovered, they picked you up, your eyes almost falling shut. One of them carried you bridal style across the forest, your red dress forgotten someplace and your tiny cape covering nothing at all. But his body heat was enough to keep you warm in the freezing Halloween night.

“So… What’s your name?” You let out, and they both laughed.

Maybe not everything was your friend’s fault.