#werewolf oc/human oc

[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

[bunnis-monsters]

Cat hybrid bf that HAS to make biscuits on your soft tummy before he goes to bed or he can’t sleep well.

Werewolf bf that gets nightmares and needs to be comforted or snuggled when he wakes up in tears.

Vampire bf that doesn’t sleep at all, just stares at you as you rest and plays with your hair, happy to have someone to spend the night with.

Orc bf that snores loudly, but now you’ve gotten used to it and find yourself unable to really get any good sleep without his snores lulling you into slumber.

Elf bf that has integrated you into his meticulous bed time routine, one of the steps being kissing your head and cooing about how much he adores you.

Bunny hybrid bf that lays on top of you, suckling softly at your breast as he sleeps, his cotton tail wagging… and he’s probably naked too.

Incubus husband who falls asleep with his head between your thighs, his tongue lapping softly at your clit as he rests his head on your tummy.

Naga bf that steals all your warmth, nuzzling his face into your neck as his lower half curls around your with a gentle squeeze…

[skelliefrankie]

plotting out a future scene for death becomes you <3

[lilaccmilk]

Did I make you scream?

content warning: primal play, werewolf boyfriend, overstimulation.

You didn’t really think this through thoroughly. When you asked your sweet, loving and doting boyfriend to wear a ghostface mask and pretend he is chasing you throughout your house, you didn’t expect he’d get this serious. He had this feral look in his eyes, a look so primal, you felt your mind slip into submission naturally.

The thing is, asking a werewolf — a monster, to engage in such a thing is like inviting the beast to ravage you thoroughly. You didn’t think you’d walk out of here alive, that is if you could even walk after all of this.

You focused on running up to your bedroom, maybe you could lock the door and then claim you won? or maybe you could stall a bit and then run? Your body acted before your mind and you threw a big pillow at him, you heard ripping behind you and you looked back, huge mistake.

You didn’t pay attention on first step of the stairs and you tripped, You tried getting up but your boyfriend was onto you in no seconds, he pulled you back.

It all happened in a blur, one second, you were being pulled back and the other second, you were laid on your back and your clothes were ripped off. He wasted no time in plunging two of his thick, long fingers into your aching cunt, drawing out sinful sounds from both of your lips. “Pretty girl thinks she can run from me huh? I’ve tried so hard to be gentle for you, but you just have to bring this side out in my don’t you moonflower?”

Too fucked out to answer, you just nod, hoping he’ll understand. Soon after your body is writhing as a warning to your upcoming orgasm, but he just pulls out his fingers. “tsk– on my cock. you’ll come on my cock.”

He pushes into you and starts at a fast pace. Your body would be sliding up and away, if it wasn’t for him holding you snug against him, his abs pressing you down. His cock was filling you up to the brim, you couldn’t help but try and back off a bit. Now this got his attention immediately, pulling you back towards him and onto his dick, “No no, you don’t get to run away now pretty girl, not now, not ever.” You came with a shudder, thinking he would stop but he had different plans.

He fucked you dumb, till you were a babbling mess of words, tears streaming down your face from the immense pleasure and the overstimulation. After what felt like eternity, he finally filled you up with his cum. He lifted his mask up, just halfway and leaned down to kiss you.

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the way i hit my friend when i got the idea for this. @yxngsvyin i’m sorry girl

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons

I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere

You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, you’d expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. “Is this your place?”, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. “One of them, yes”, he answered curtly. “It’s central”, you remarked, trying to make conversation. “Well, I didn’t know about it back then. It’s been a few decades.”

Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didn’t seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that he’s lived sorrows beyond most people’s comprehension. “How old are you?” You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. “I’m not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80s”, he concluded. “That’s not too far back, is it?” You inquired, this time more relaxed. “80 BC, I meant. You do the math.”

He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. “We’ll get you everything you need tomorrow”, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name once”, he said, embarrassed. “It’s (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.

The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."

Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.

"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."

As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.

"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"

He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.

The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.

He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.

"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."

He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.

He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.

Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.

The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.

He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.

After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.

His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.

[silken-moonlight]

Imagine being on a vacation with you werewolf friends. Somehow you ended up on you roomates boy trip as the only girl.

They rented a nice cabin in the woods, with a lake in front of the house. You get to enjoy watching all those sexy werewolves swimming and running around. Their bodies glistening in the sun as the water runs down their bodies, reminding you of dogs excited to swim.

They love having you with them; you always cook such tasty food. Also you smelled so amazing they had a hard time staying decent. They loved how you looked at them. Each of them posing for you secretly. Wanting you attention and to feel your gaze on their skin

They hear and can smell you what you are pleasuring yourself. The walls aren't that thick and they have enhanced senses.

The day you wore unbeknownst to yourself, pheremon perfume...Chaos was bound to happen...

Divider Credit: @saradika-graphics

[monstersholygrail]

The atmosphere is alight with laughter and good conversation. The dinner party your friend decided to host being a raging success. Everyone simply having the best time when a small whine is heard from under the table.

You try and ignore the sound, keeping your eyes on the group as you all talk. But then you feel it. His hand pawing at your crossed knees.

Your Puppy hybrid bf whines a little louder, his hands dragging down your legs as he tries and pries your knees a part. His tongue sticks out of his mouth, drool practically dribbling onto the floor.

He can’t help but whine again, his cock aching if only for your taste. It’s been hours since he was last inside you and every second you refuse him is akin to seven years of torture. His ears fall back and his tail wags violently as he tries to get to your cunt. The scent of your arousal, so close yet so far, quickly drives him insane.

The whines get louder with every passing minute. One by one your friends all turn to look at you, causing a sigh to fall from your lips. You flip the tablecloth up to look at your puppy bf kneeling obediently underneath, his puppy eyes on full display as he gazes up at you.

“I think he’s just hungry,” you say, sending a smile your friends’ way as you smoothly spread your thighs for your bf.

Puppy bf waits until you give his ‘release’ command before burying his face between your thighs, tail now wagging in excitement. Grateful he begged you to go without panties today. His thick tongue immediately plunges into your dripping hole, his slobber only creating a bigger mess for him to lick up.

Your hand threads into his hair and gives a short tug, stuffing your cunt in his face. To which he yips happily and digs his tongue deeper along your walls to swallow as much of your wetness as possible.

“I’ll feed him more when we get home,” you add as you breathe out, a small moan escaping with it. Looking around at your friends you can only hope they didn’t notice.

Puppy bf takes all the food he needs as he devours your pussy like the feast it is. His tongue stuffing you full as he fucks you with it like he would his cock. Your hand tightens in his hair, lips parting as waves of pleasure threaten to consume you.

The lively chatter mingling throughout the table is now without one voice as the only noise you’d be able to make right now is one of indescribable pleasure. Your hips subtly grinding into your Puppy bfs face, meeting every thrust and swirl of his tongue through your folds and deep within your core.

Knowing he can’t use his hands and wanting to be a good boy for you, Puppy bf leans forward, rubbing his nose roughly against your clit. He whines as your scent surrounds him, hips jerking into the air and yearning to feel your pussy around him. But it’s all worth it as you cry out into your glass and a moment later your release floods into his eager mouth.

Puppy bfs eyes flutter closed as he laps up your release, savoring every ounce of your essence. He can feel your thighs quivering against his ears and a possessive pride wells up in him. He nuzzles into your inner thighs, a low rumble in his chest as you start petting him.

Your attention moves back to your friends as if nothing had happened.

[noisyghost]

sketches of ark's werewolf form except based on the designs of some other funny dogs i like

[redr0sewrites]

Werewolf!Jason Todd Imagine

🥀A/n: veeeerrry self indulgent. happy late birthday jason todd my beloved!!!

🥀Cw: afab!reader, filthy smut, werewolf kink (?), switch!jason todd, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, very slight sub/ puppy kink on jays end if u squint, breeding kink, porn w no plot, grinding, masturbation, knotting, oral (m and f receiving), size kink

🥀minors dni

Jason was shocked at how well you took the news that he was a werewolf. he expected you to be outraged, or worse, break up with him. intrigue- and maybe even arousal- was certainly not the reaction he had expected.

with you being a human, Jason was very adamant about not hurting you during sex- especially when it came to knotting. he explains that not only is he bigger than most, but during a full moon, or worse, a rut, he changes.

the first time you sleep together, he's so nervous, all slow and gentle, prepping you for at least an hour and making you cum twice before practically splitting you in half on his cock. he's all sensitive and needy, struggling to stay in control as his primal instincts battle against his self awareness.

he wants nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you senseless, breed you 'till your carrying his pups, and yet, he waits. even wheb you both begin sleeping together more frequently, Jason cares about you more than anything else, and he pushes down his desires in favor of your comfort. that doesn't mean they aren't still present, and a horribly timed rut coinciding with a full moon certainly doesn't help matters.

Jason is powerless to his own hormones, and at first he's telling you to stay away, trying to handle it on his own. you can tell he's desperate from the straining rasp of his voice behind the door to your bedroom, and after some pleading on your part, he finally lets you in- and what a sight to behold. his cock is already at full mast, twitching against his abdomen. his hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, and his most recent release is drying on his tip. he's so hard it hurts, his balls and knot aching to be inside you. the low baritone of Jason's voice rumbles across the room, beckoning you closer. your squeezing your thighs together at the mere sight of him, at how much his dick has grown in his half-transformation.

hes so big, you aren't sure you can even take him, but you know damn well you're going to try.

his heat is growing worse by the minute, and Jason is practically growling at you by the time you make your first move. he moves to the edge of the bed, watching you like an apex predator as you sink down on your knees between his strong thighs, admiring his toned body as you descend. his claws dig into the sheets, and just your breath on his cock has him practicing breathing excercises to prevent cumming too early. he's hot and heavy in your mouth, and you can barely fit his knot down your throat, let alone his entire cock. his full balls slap against your chin, and he lets out a low keen, almost a whimper, when you begin to suck him off.

Jason struggles not to take over and fuck your throat entirely, desperately trying to keep his hips from pistoning up off the mattress as you blow him. a clawed hand nestles on top of your head, gently but firmly controlling your movements.

it isn't long before his first orgasm of the night is approaching, hightened by his hypersensitivity. the sight of you on your knees in front of him, all sweet and innocent and desperate to help him out has him emptying his load down your throat in just a few minutes.

"fffuuck- oh fuck, baby-" Jason moans, thighs twitching as you swallow his cum. his grip loosens on your hair as he moves to cup your cheek. you pull away, leaving a trail of spit between his tip and your lips. Jason growls at the sight, pulling you up onto the bed with frenzied haste.

"i need to taste you..." he murmurs, directing you to lay down. Jason watches you squirm towards the head of the bed, peeling off your own clothes in anticipation. "stay there," you coo, tossing your panties to the side, leaving you completely bare. "wouldn't want you to be an impatient pup, would we?" you tease, and he whines under his breath. he watches your little show with mock amusement, ignoring the desperate ache in his cock when you begin to mischievously tease yourself. at the sight of your glassy eyes and spread folds he groans, your fingers, tiny in comparison to his, rubbing swift circles on your clit combined with your scent overwhelms his senses.

"stop teasing," he murmurs, but doesn't move. "aw, can't have a little self control? what are you gonna do about it?" you whisper, spreading your legs wider and curling a finger inside. you moan out his name and make direct eye contact, watching how his eyes darken as you continue to touch yourself. his self control wavers for a second, then snaps completely.

he crawls towards you on the mattress, animalistic with need as he parts your thighs, revealing your glistening cunt, already wet from your ministrations. you pull your hands away, noting how his pupils expand at the sight of you. your chest heaves as his hand makes its way down your navel towards your clit. his free hand grips hard on the skin of your thigh, holding you in place and leaving crescent marks in its wake.

"should punish you for teasing me like that," he murmurs, his breath hot against your cunt. "y-you wont," you quip, spreading your legs just slightly to accentuate your words. "you're too needy. like a bitch in heat," you coo, and Jason curses before pinching your clit between too fingers. his claws provide extra stimulation, almost painful but not quite, and you let out a yelp of pleasure.

in response, you move to touch him, but he shakes his head. "hands off, 'want you t'focus on me," he slurs, leaning down on his stomach to inhale your scent. you stubbornly oblige, realizing how truly needy he is, and bring your hands up above your head so you can watch him intently.

Jason begins by circling your clit with his thumb, his claws gently grazing your sensitive skin. entranced by the sight of your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing, he leans down to press a soft kiss against your aching cunt before licking a stripe up towards where he's circling your pearl. his pace never slows as he sloppily makes out with your pussy, sucking and swirling his tongue against your entrance while simultaneously rubbing harsh circles on your clit. his claws tease against your thigh, and you realize that he's humping the mattress as he's eating you out. he's so far gone he doesn't even realize, and the sight of his hips rocking against the bed in time with his tongue makes your cunt clench.

the coil in your gut tightens as you try to warn him of your upcoming orgasm and he shushes you, the soft vibrations of his words against your pussy making you buck your hips. "cmon, baby- ffuck- give it t'me. please... need to taste you.." he moans, grinding down even harder against the mattress. Jason's tongue laps against your aching hole, sucking and swallowing your juices as the coul in your abdomen snaps altogether. with a stuttering moan he cums too, not even pausing as he continues to ride out both of your highs. your bordering on overstimulation as he keeps sucking on your abused pussy, and you try to squirm away, only for him to pull your cunt flush against his face once again.

"one more, please baby, jus' one more, don' wanna hurt you," he moans incoherently against your entrance. you nod, and he lets out a few murmured thank you's against your flushed inner thighs before diving his tongue back into your cunt. slurping and sucking, he works you up slower this time, watching you squirm slightly from overstimulation. your previous orgasm left you even more sensitive than before and he'll gladly use that to his advantage.

removing his hand from your pearl, Jason hones in on your clit with his tongue, swirling in ways that make you see stars. his grip is firm on your thighs, large claws sinking into your soft skin. he's practically purring between your legs, moaning and mewling about how delicious you taste and how badly he needs you.

his fat cock is already hard, but he restrains himself from humping against the bed. he wants to savor the feeling of entering your pretty pussy, and edges himself to the thought of cumming inside of you. his pace becomes more fervent as your orgasm approaches, causing you to whine and buck against him.

Jason whispers out soft praises against your cunt, bringing you to the edge for the second time. your orgasm is even better than the first, and your eyes roll back into your head as a wave of pure bliss washes over you. Jason fucks you through it, unrelenting with his tongue until your squirming away.

your juices coat his face, and he doesn't hesitate to lick up the remains of your orgasm. you watch as he crawls up to you, capturing your lips with his own. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you needier as Jason groans into the kiss. his cock is painfully hard and pressing against your thigh, and he pulls away to look at you with a pitiful expression.

"please, need to be inside you, ma," he begs, and you don't hesitate to allow him. "of course, baby, take what you need," you coo, cupping his face as he trembles. the pet name makes his cock twitch, and he struggles to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there. "are y'sure? i don't want t' hurt you.." he trails off, rubbing circles on your hips with his claws. your quite aware of the lust thrumming beneath the surface of his seemingly calm demeanor, the twitching of his fat cock and the consistent, slight rocking of his hips against your thigh gave him away.

"oh jay, you're so sweet, too good f'me, my pretty boy.." you coo, and he swallows hard. you gently push on his chest, flipping him over on his back. he's huge, all muscle and strength, and yet he melts from just your simple touches. you straddle him, and his head short circuits as everything around him starts to become fuzzy. when you take control it's like his head is filled with honey, leaving him all dazed and submissive for you. his eyes are wide and glassy as you situate yourself above his cock, teasing him by grinding down on him before slowly aligning his enlarged tip with your entrance.

"relax, honey. be a good pup f'me and take a deep breath," you coo, slowly starting to sink down on to his dick. Jason twitches at the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to suck him in. it takes everything in him to be a good boy, to not buck up into you and fuck you senseless 'till your drooling and whimpering, fucked full of his cum and begging for more more more-

Jason keens, struggling to differentiate between fantasy and reality while you struggle to take him in. his knott is thick, and his cock is bigger than ever before, which is to say, nearly impossibly huge. you can tell he's already too far gone to realize how much his cock is twitching, or even realize how he's shallowly humping up against you. his head is already so fuzzy, desperate to be inside you, but he doesn't want to hurt you either.

you swallow hard, gritting your teeth through the pain of the stretch as you sink farther down his cock. you're almost halfway there and Jason is already babbling, claws digging hard into your hips and hybrid ears pricked upwards. you brace yourself on his tummy, sinking down further until you've not only engulfed his knot but halfway down his length. Jason lets out a strangled whine, and you meet his desperate gaze.

"ffuck- can i- can i move, please, y'taking me s'well, wanna mate with you-" he babbles, claws digging into your skin in desperation. "mngh- not y-yet, baby, still gotta take you inside me," you manage out, and Jason nods, flushing an even deeper red at how needy he sounds. he's trying desperately not to blow his load and cum too quickly, but you're making it soo hard the way you're squeezing and fluttering around him.

you bite down hard on your lip, determined to take him to the hilt. you can tell Jason is nearing his breaking point, you know how painful his rut can be and you don't want him to wiat any longer. taking a deep breath, you sink down further and further, ignoring the pain of the stretch until your seated fully on his cock. Jason lets out a wanton moan, throwing his head back against the pillows as you grasp your bearings.

you slowly begin to rock back and forth on his cock, letting the pain melt into pleasure as his length reaches places you've never felt before. you let out a sharp whimper as his tip brushes your cervix, and Jason stills.

"wait- am i hurting you?" he gasps out between pants, immediately grabbing hold of your hips. "i don't want t'hurt you-" you cut him off with a kiss, struggling to control your breathing as his length twitches inside you. "no, honey, 'm ok, you're just so big, im not used to it," you admit, and Jason eyes you with worry. "are you sure? we can stop, i- i dont-"

"its okay, Jay, im okay, see?" you reply, trying to soothe his worries by increasing your pace. you immediately let out a soft moan as you grind down on his dick, and Jason follows suit. you can still see the anxiety in his eyes, when an idea strikes. you grab one of his large hands from your waists, bringing it to your stomach where an apparent bulge was forming from his size.

"fffuuck- see Jay? 'm not hurting, m just- o-oh- 'm so full, Jay, y'fill me so well.." you coo, increasing your pace yet again. Jason watches, mesmerized by the squelching sounds of your cunt with each thrust and the growing bulge in your tummy. Jason curses loudly, tears welling in his eyes as you flutter around him. "im so close Jay, fuck 'm so close," you whine, rolling your hips against his with increasing fervor. he lets out a near pathetic mewl, bucking his hips up against yours as tears stream down his face.

"oh fuck- shit, shit please ma im so close- mate with me please"

"o-oh- you can cum, baby, you can cum," you reassure him, grinding down harder as your release crashes through you. every nerve in your body is on fire as waves of ecstasy wash over you. you can barely breathe, barely think, everything replaced with him, him, him. the sight of you gushing around his cock and squeezing him like a vice brings Jason to the edge, and he cums in tandem with you, filling your pretty cunt with his seed and babbling out your name like a prayer.

"y'so good Jay, so so good f'me," you gasp out, slowing to a stop as overstimulation begins to overcome you. Jason, too incoherent to reply, merely nods, and you chuckle softly at his fucked-out state. his cock hasn't returned to its usual size, still swelled inside your heat. you don't make an effort to pull away, and neither does Jason, content in staying joined together for the time being. you lay down on his chest, matching your breathing to his as exhaustion weighs over you.

"thank you," Jason rumbles, hands running up and down your sides. "thank you so- hic- much-" you realoze he's crying softly, and the realization makes you tear up too. "why are we crying?" you ask, and he laughs. "i don't even know- i just love you so much," he replies, and you laugh too. you aren't sure if you're giggling or sobbing, but you do know that you're exhausted. you nuzzle into his neck, and Jason gently kisses your cheek.

"go to sleep," he murmurs. "you're human body can't take much more."

"oh, shut it," you reply, but don't argue. as you melt into his embrace, you let sleep slowly claim you, knowing that you'll clean up in the morning.

hhheeeyyyy guys. my only explanation is im ovulating rn. so. erm. yippee!!! 3k words of werewolf smut!!!!

[queenoftiddies]

Werewolf Boyfriend who twitches in his sleep sometimes like an actual dog does, even when he’s not transformed.

Werewolf Boyfriend who instead of talking in his sleep, occasionally whines or lets out quiet barks as he runs in his sleep

Werewolf Boyfriend who has no idea he runs in his sleep until his S/O wakes up to him twitching and records it

Werewolf Boyfriend who by all means is more puppy than wolf when he wakes up in the morning.

Werewolf Boyfriend who cuddles up to his S/O every morning bc he doesn’t want them getting up until he wants them to get up.

Werewolf Boyfriend who follows his S/O around their shared home like a little puppy in the morning as they go through their schedule together, brushing teeth, making coffee, having breakfast, and he’ll have a hand on his S/O’s, his arms wrapped around them, their back pressed against his chest.

Werewolf Boyfriend who is a clingy morning person & sleeper

[frankiethedarkangel]

longer part to 1st time w warewolf bf plsssss 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

Werewolf boyfriend, extended version

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.

“Oh Sweetheart you feel so tight around my cock.”

Just from feeling you wrap around him, he too bones a moaning mess. Slowly increasing the speed oh his trusts. Flipping you over so you’re now in doggy style.

Hitting all the right spots. His claws digging into your hips as his grip on you tightens.

“I’m going to fill you up and make you a mommy my sweet girl.”

He does just that. Feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he reaches his orgasm. His thick knot stuffed inside of your soaking cunt.

Condoms long forgotten from your brain. You let him ravage you. Using you to reach his own climax.

“Please I’m so close.”

“Cum on my knot my sweet girl.”

In unison you both climax. His cum shooting deep into your warm, soaking cunt. His knot stuffed inside of you keeping you full.

Monster Masterlist

[bunnis-monsters]

I like the idea of becoming more like the female version of the species of your mate once you’re pregnant.

For example, a werewolf gets you pregnant and you become incredibly protective over your belly, building yourself a nest and growling at anyone that comes close, sometimes even at your mate.

Or maybe it’s a vampire. You start craving blood, and avoid the sun, hiding in your dark room at most times of the day.

With a werecat, you hiss and yowl, eating a lot and hiding behind your mate when you’re out and about, eyes wide and alert for potential threats.

You curl up, your young warm in your belly as you steal your Naga lover’s heating pad. You stop eating near the birth, scaring him half to death.

Don’t even get me started on mermen/bird hybrids… there’s so many different possibilities and ways to behave, some behaviors detrimental to your health.

[banj0possum]

kinda feel bad about called my yan werewolf just wolfie, name requests for our big good boy?"

also for anyone wondering, his human form looks kinda like odysseus

going insane over this man fr fr

havent gotten to make a part 2 for him but ill get to making one if i find a request for him!

also update on kalva (yan harpy), might make an nsfw part 2 for him soon !!

he'll be posted after the fic im working on rn (all ocs)

[lilaccmilk]

Write it on my neck, why don't ya?

(And I won't erase it, I need you more than I want to)

content warning: mentions of hickeys, smut obv, reader is referred to as “she”

Imagine possessive werewolf boyfriend.

You both are out at a party, and some guy just won’t stop trying to hit on you. You are looking for your boyfriend who has went to get you both drinks.

The guy in front of you tries putting his hands on you, but you back away. Your back comes in contact with your boyfriend’s chest. He stares down at the guy and pulls you closer to him by your waist.

“Back the fuck off, she’s taken” he snarls. You both leave the party soon after and your boyfriend hasn’t said a word since then. It’s bothering you, but suddenly he pulls over into the side of the almost empty road and stops the car.

“What happened? Are you fine?” you try to get to know the reason of your boyfriend’s silence. He looks at you for a split second and growls out “Sit on my lap.” Not wanting to piss him off even more, you do as he says.

As soon as you’re on his lap, he kisses you with such intensity that the air is knocked out of your lungs. He kisses like a mad man. He pulls away and your body forces you to inhale as much air as possible because of the previous lack of it.

Your lipstick is ruined and he doesn’t seem to care. He then goes for your neck, biting you, marking you as his. Only his. He doesn’t let up his assault on your neck, the beast in him not satisfied. But then again, when is he ever? With you, he is feral, he forgets them meaning of words like patience.

Your hands reaches to unzip his pants, his swollen cock springs out, precum leaking out in copious amounts. Wordlessly, he slides your panties to the side and sinks into you. Your velvet walls welcoming him with eagerness. As always, he is pussy drunk as soon as he is inside you. He starts growling out things that has been on his mind.

Fucking human–hah– thinks he stands a chance with you, my mate. Have to mark you–ah–up. Show them that you’re all–hnng– mine.

He thrusts into you with a brutal place. The wet squelches your cunt is making, might have you feeling shy and embarrassed in other days, but you are far too gone to even care. You feel pleasure building up in your lower stomach and it crashes over you. Your boyfriend cums soon after, his knot keeping his seed inside.

“Tomorrow” he starts, “when you go out, don’t cover these up.” “I won’t.” you reply breathlessly.

part two

[ozzgin]

What does Daos, the Romanian werewolf boy look like? What is his personality like? What was his childhood like and what made him want to be a warrior? Did his parents do some witchcraft or offerings to the gods to have a son so big and unnaturally strong? Why was he betrayed by his own people? May we get a story of how was like in battle before he became a werewolf? Love your OC!

Yandere!Werewolf Headcanons

I’m so glad the wolf boy is liked! I genuinely didn’t expect much when I wrote the story, but he’s definitely grown on me as I researched and expanded his lore. Here’s a little doodle of how I imagined him, plus a little background. I couldn’t think of any particular war story, but I came up with a funny reasoning for it instead.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, character info

Background. Daos came from a family of tarabostes, or cavalry nobles. While Dacian society was divided into priests, nobles and peasants, all of them were trained for battle. "A hand above the weapon, and another holding the plough" is how they were described. Much of their culture revolved around war. Thus, even as a child, Daos spent most of his time sparring. He'd always had a sturdy build: he was taller that most of his peers, could work for hours without breaks, and his wounds were quick to heal. He was sent to serve in the army before he even reached his teenage years.

Was there witchcraft involved? Not at all. Everyone seemed to agree, however, that such strength and tenacity were not a mere coincidence. Clearly this boy had been sent by Zalmoxis himself, perhaps as a reward for their relentless pursue for victory. Daos carried the flag of the wolf-headed dragon through countless battles.

Why was he the one to be sacrificed? Well, because he was the chosen one, naturally. What better messenger for the Heavens than the godsent gift itself? Daos absolutely despised his reputation as a blessing from above.

With you. In his human form, he is quiet and reserved. You suspect the blinding aggression of his werewolf self is reminiscent of days long gone. The fearless warrior who lived for bloodshed has fallen into slumber, only awakening under the guide of a full moon. You can only imagine what kind of battlegrounds required such boundless violence, as he speaks little of his barbaric past.

Maybe it’s too painful to remember, you assumed.

“Before I died, you mean?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his book. “I didn’t think you’d be curious about it.”

“I didn’t want to intrude, and you never mention it”, you explain sheepishly.

“That’s…” he purses his lips, visibly uncomfortable. “I just assumed you’d find it boring. I’m an old man. I didn’t want to saddle you with embarrassing war stories.”

You watch as a deep blush spreads across his face.

“Oh my God”, you remark, baffled by the realization. “Is that why you never…you’re terrible at this.”

He gently pats his lap.

“Come here. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

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[trashasaurusrex]

She's for the sapphics, she's for the ladies. 🌹❤️