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Concept

A werewolf who lives with a dog that can talk to them in wolf form because Dog Language & every full moon the dog follows them around keeping them out of trouble like "Hey Goofball don't go that way the cops will see u, no DON'T walk in the road, LEAVE THE NEIGHBORHOOD CATS ALONE they're bitchy but they're friends, here if you're hungry we can eat from this dumpster but u gotta be quick, ok m8 we should probably head back towards home now the moon's gonna go down soon c'mon is bedtime" and just generally the dog has this attitude of "once a month my Faithful Two Legged Companion becomes my Dumb Giant Child and I have to keep them safe"

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My only ambition in life is to live in a little tiny house out in the woods with my werewolf husband that's the size of a door and who will pipe me over our kitchen counter.

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Getting Lost and Naughty in the Corn Maze with your Kind Werewolf Boyfriend

Tags: (Kind Werewolf x Human Reader, Fluff into smut, Getting lost, Transformation, SMUT, Teratophilia, Hunger, Praise, Knotting, Size difference)

You arrived to the Corn Maze that sits just off of a highway that drives towards your boyfriend’s Pack House. 

He met you there, and immediately hugged you.

As a snack, you stuck in your favorite snacks and of course his as well. Of course it was anything meaty like beef jersey, or oddly enough, diced and finger-sized rabbit. 

You both started pretty damn confident. You joked that your boyfriend’s powerful nose could help them through.

But unfortunately, you both had a better chance of finding Atlantis before finding the exit. 

The sky was a vast and beautiful diaspora of Oranges, Purples, and Pinks underneath a cloudy afternoon, and yet, it was no help.

You passed every turn and every opening with only corn around you. You both eventually gave up and sat at an opening, wherever that was. 

Your boyfriend offered to let you sit on his lap and you obliged. 

You faced towards him, and he glanced around. “Looks like we’re alone...” He smirked.

You knew what he was implying, and you agreed.

Like he usually did, he placed his hands on your lower waist as you used his shoulders as a ledge of support. His body was quite strong and he towered over you. 

You opened his fittingly plaid button down, button by button. You slowly took off his pants and underwear and there stood his prizes. Harshly erect and begging for your attention. 

As you did so, he grew in size, he was shifting for you. 

His voice deepened with baritone as grunts, snarling growls, and tight whimpers left his perfect lips.

Fur and fangs grew on him, Thick Muscle grew on him, and claws handed your waist. And after a moment, the Kind Lycan sat under you, his tail wagging of course with adoring eyes. 

He remained consciousness, and kept quiet. He very much enjoyed you being over him. 

His maw opened, he was hungry. Exactly why you brought the snacks from before. 

As you two started, you started slowly. By this point, you’d have already tamed the beast and his knot, and well, it still a fascinating fulfilling feeling.

He whined and growled as you hung onto his shoulders.

He was completely enamored and kept to your tempo. He made sure never to scratch nor bite you, but it was the submission that caught you.

After a while, you paused. And would only continue if he would play on your commands. Each time he did, you’d feed him and call him a .good boy.’ He whimpered in submission, and loved every word from your mouth.

You eventually rode to his entire length. His girthy and long knot which was perfect for you.

He’d place his head into your neck as you petted behind his ears, riding him with confidence.

This went on for a few while until he filled you with his overwhelming load. As he did, he growled into your ear, the vibrations rolling through your entire body.

Eventually, he shifted back into his human form. He was retaining that gleaming smile as his knot (finally) calmed down. He kissed you and whimpered needlessly.

You both cleaned up, best you could, and shit, still couldn’t find the exit. 

You both spent at least another hour before finding the exit. The remaining worker somewhat weirded out by how... oddly sweaty and quick you were to rush to your respective cars. 

At home, you found him at your apartment door, he was in new clothes. Then and There, you performed a smaller aftercare. Then, wasn’t exactly the right time. 

He liked how you made him feel submissive and valued. How you tamed him once more. How you continued to see him as human despite the beast before you, he liked that the most about you.

You deeply enjoyed his knot, of course, and how he was beautifully obedient. You mentioned that you’d like to try some other positions next time and see how far he could take it.

You joked about how they were in over their heads, but he loved that you strode with confidence. 

You both cuddled that night, woven between each other’s arms, and knew that you’d be protected under each other’s love.

(( First Smut Imagine Scenario! Hope y’all enjoyed. ))

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nerdy vampire with also studious S/O? ✨ thank u bestie

Looking for Answers with your Nervous Recently-Turned vampire Bf

(This is a continuation of the ‘Exploring the Catacombs with your Nervous Bitten Boyfriend.’ Hope you enjoy! Also, first ask! Thank u so much! ^^)

Despite your new predicament, you and your still have university to attend to. Today is October third, and luckily, your Exams are behind you. The entire reason you went to the concert that weekend *for* the relief and cool over. Though, unfortunately, the grind wasn’t over.

For a moment, it felt calm. The two of you sat at a window table across from each other in the library. Your hand went over his as your faces were buried in the books specifically about Vampirism.

You both had been searching for a while. Each time you’d find a bit of information you’d sprawl it down into your notebook. You had gotten used to writing efficient notes ever since you were a child. You organized them perfectly made for you. You made sure to write the most efficient things, and he did too.

It was funny, when you first met in high school you both were the academic rivals that everyone else loathed. The slightest percent off would set your fury against his better score. But years later, you found that your shared need for academic validation is what separated you two. And under that shady tree in the back of school, you found solace with each other. Though, just in time, you found each other in the chaos of exams, graduation, and the end of an era. And then, you both entered the same college, and here you are. Looking like total weirdos to any leering eyes to your notes.

You continue down with your notes until you hear the voice of your Boyfriend’s mumbling. His voice was breathy and in a whisper. His focused eyes scan the pages as the words just fall from his mouth. It was cute how focused he gets. You chuckle and glance up from your notes.

“Find anything, Babe?” You ask.

“Besides blood being my new trendy diet,” he says fiddling with his pen, “Nothing.”

You look down at your notes and nod.

“Well, it looks like the sun weakens you, and you have a new set of fangs… nothing to explain those eyes at that parking lot.”

You can see his pen fiddle a lot more. He spins it with his fingers, he glances around and his leg begins bouncing.

“W- what if we don’t find anything to fix it?” He says.

“What if we do?” You suggest, taking his other hand and making him put down the pen. His mannerisms pause and he looks to you with gleaming eyes. “And if we don’t? We’ll look somewhere else.”

You say, then leaning down to kiss his cold hands. You feel your lips nearly chill over with the reminder of death. Though, despite it, he’s still him. He’s still the boy you fought with all of those years ago. He’s still the boy you spent nights studying together to then star up at the stars in your home’s window. Still the nervous boy who nearly fainted asking you to prom. The boy who you conquered your first set of exams together. The Boy you still love through it all.

You sink into his eyes, his beautiful silver eyes, and remember it all… all the years you have had, and all the years you will have.

But then it dawns on you.

“Wait. You’re going to live forever.” You say, dread sinking your heart down. “And then… I couldn’t be with you.”

“All the more to figure this out right, Love?” You boyfriend assured. Your boyfriend takes your hands, now his over yours. He recognized this dread in you. Your hyperactive mind pondering the future’s unattainable possibilities. Not that you want a selfish love, but a love that begins and ends with the beauty of life. He knew that you liked books like that. The notes you’d take would fascinate him.

“Right.” You say, though it didn’t feel right this time.

“Hey… I think we should take a break.” Your boyfriend says, taking your hands and kissing it. “Should we head to our spot?”

“Yes, please.” You respond.

The two of you stand and pack up. Today had been a day of odd research, but nevertheless a bond for you both.

Before you go, he lets out his hand. You take it. The two of you glance at each other with that same uncertainty that you had before that exam just a week before.

“We got this. Remember last weeks exam?” He says.

“Yeah,” you say, “That was hard.”

“But we did it together didn’t we?”

“We did.” You respond.

And just like then, it was the reminder of each other. A reminder of the promise of a calming friend. That you could rely and help each other. That you can support and bond with each other. It was the confidence of facing uncertainty, together.

No matter what. You had each other.

“We got this.” He says.

“Yes, we do.” You respond.

(And later you both went to eat and drink snacks! Well, one of you did…)

(P.s. Comments, reposts, and asks are very much appreciated around here! 😌)

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You and your Nervous Bitten Boyfriend explore the catacombs.

(Boyfriend x Human Reader, TW: Blood, Flesh horror, Separation, Gore, Transformation)

He was attacked last night and woke up today, October Second. He was already on his feet. It was as if nothing had happened that night you got separated at the concert.

You remember that night being fun. Just you both dancing to music alongside the roaring crowd and glamourous Idols. It didn't matter though, because you had each other. He bought the tickets as a surprise for you knowing that your favorite artist was going to perform. At the night carried on, however, the crowds pushed you like gusts of wind and powerful waves moving form one source. You then got knocked on your feet as your boyfriend was suddenly carried by the crowd. You managed to shield yourself from the entranced crowd members' stumbling.

You couldn't find him for at least thirty minutes. And when you did he was holding his hand over his wrist, black blood seeping from it. It was spreading on his clothes and his glasses. He was weak and the only thing you could think of was to drive to the hospital.

He was writhing with pain next you you in the car, his veins black leading up to his eyes. But suddenly, he was fine. The grunts were quiet. His head was down, quiet. He was heavily breathing until his eyes flickered red. Red light poured from his eyes and mouth, and he started screaming. The horrors of a vision beyond him.

You drove home and sat him on the couch. After a while he stopped struggling, but the light remained. He was silent, a husk, his body turning pale.

You sat by his side, dialing numbers to unresponsive carriers. The next morning, He was already awake. He was holding your hand, his finger trailing above the vein on your hand. "I saw something." He muttered. "I think... I think we need to go." You get up, cautious of what's before you."Baby? A- Are you okay?" "N- no." he muttered with fear. He meets your eyes and holds your hands, wishing for relief. But somehow, his hands were cold, colder than you recognize. "I saw somewhere, a place. I think I know where it is. B- but-" “I'll help." You responded. At least this was normal. He was quite afraid about a lot of things, but at least now, you are there for him. You got up and cleaned off the blood on both of you. It was quite early in the morning and hopefully no one was disturbed. You wore your boyfriend's sweater something comforting for you, and take a sigh of relief. You reenter the main room, and you see your boyfriend peering out to the overcast morning. You drove long miles. Every time you'd glance over, either to make sure he's okay or at least not hallucinating.  Over the ride, you'd ask him what he saw, and he would just respond about this 'place.' And here you are, standing at the mouth of a far off abandoned parking garage. He's fiddling with his fingers, he pushes the sides of his ring finger using his thumb in a quick pace. There, you take his trembling hand and he becomes calm to the warmth of your touch. "Thanks, Love." He says "Fuck, I don't know what I'm doing." "Me neither, but that's what I love about us." You assure. He laughs sourly. "We're going to be okay. Right?" He asks. "Right." You both head into the maw of the cave and you turn on your flashlight. Clearly, this place is inhabitable. There are cars whose rust proceeds their age, and overgrown greenery from the outside. There are pools of black water, and just the deep infinite darkness whose path is revealed to you sparingly. "Talk. T- tell me something." Your boyfriend says with his feet shuffling just a bit behind yours. You begin to tell him about the... not the concert. Instead you tell him about his mom's cooking and how you'd wish she'd come over next month. Besides, that's all he had besides you. His hand holds yours and as you continue to talk it loosens. The telltale sign that he was feeling better. It was a think you and him carried throughout high school. You continue for a while until the flashlight's white light was intercepted by a flickering red light. The same one from last night. You glance over to your boyfriend's eyes in the darkness, wanting reassurance, but instead getting the red glinting in his eyes. You continue forwards one foot at a time, you boyfriend clenching onto your hand.  "What are we doing?" He managed to say, "W- Why are we here?"  You had grown familiar to the void of darkness surrounding you within this parking lot's floors. Though, as you shone the light forwards symbols etched onto the walls sprawl about. The are etched like claws in the darkness, giving way to random and feral marks, but are mixed with painted glowing red circles. "For ambience, of course." You struggled to joke. "But you wanted to come." "Did... I want to come?" "Yes?" Your flashlight wanders from symbol to symbol with your shoes walking along the last sense of reality beneath you. "Baby, Do you recognize these?" You ask, surely he wouldn't bu- "Yes." He says. His hand lets go and walks deeply into the darkness, without you. "Babe?!" You shout, then chasing after him. You climb down further and further with your flashlight as the last saving grace of humanity. Then, your eyes are met with another. Actually, many eyes. An impossible amount of eyes. Many red eyes where the whites have gone red, and the Irises silver and reflecting visions of victims. Many gargantuan eyes almost merged together by flesh and black blood. You're in a wide space, some kind of collapsed building now found deep under the city. But despite it, your gaze is overwhelmed by the each one of the eyes watching you with a red spotlight. You manage to spot your boyfriend completely entrances, the eyes follow you. "Babe? BABE!" You take his hand, and he doesn't respond. He stands there, waiting. Then, two of the eyes peel off from above the living orb of eyes and float down to your boyfriends. Then your boyfriend screams a horrid cry. His palms try to cover his own eyes, but it can't save them from being removed. Your vision fades to black and you faint. You return to someone tending your wounds with his head bowed and focused. You're laying in the back of your car, and you feel him place a bandage over a cut you had over your leg. You immediately reel your leg back and crawl to the back of the car.  "GET OFF!" You shout and then kick him in the chest. The sound of a yelp is heard as he lurches back, it's your boyfriend. "Love! It's me!" He says pointing to his chest. He tries to feel his chest's heartbeat, but there's nothing. You take a moment to breathe and you see that his eyes now shine silver. He watches you and opens his hands to mean no harm. He takes a step back, and stays there. He needs to make sure you're going to be alright. "I'm not going to hurt you... I need to tell you something, Love." You sit back up and glance around the car, it's about to turn night. The outside of the parking lot is a reminder of your reality. "What... What happened?" You ask, sitting up to let him have some space. He slowly moves closer to you and sits next to you. He notices how you're scared, and cautiously takes your hand. He glances to the side, pondering how he's going to say it. He contemplates, but takes a sigh, knowing he's safe. "I am a vampire." Shocked, You remain quiet and you watch his eyes. You're stunned by how they reflect silver, but still are his. He gives you a moment to process that statement. "After, we...” he pauses, "A woman came for us and brought us out here. She said that 'we were lucky.' Before I could ask her anything she thew us on the ground and went back inside." "I don't expect you to answer, Love." He says before turning away from you. "I don't know what this means." The car is quiet. What are you supposed to say? You let the quiet breeze of fall gust by. What a weird way to start off October. "Remember what I said?" You say, "That I love that we don't know what we're doing?"  He turns towards you with a smirk. He's glad that you said something, anything. You place your hand over his now and you scoot closer. "We can figure this out together." You chuckle.  "Really?" He asks.  "Really."

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are requests open, if so how many are allowed? Thank u!💞

Hello! Thanks for the ask. And hm. This is the first time I'm doing this. Requests are open, I'll just close them if I ever feel overwhelmed. Also, The entire point of this blog is to gush over monster boyfriends and practice writing! Criticism is welcomed and such.

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Kind Werewolf Boyfriend's first day of Spooky Month with you.

(Sfw, Fluffy, my first post!!) Pairing: Kind Werewolf Bf x Human Reader

It's the first of October and you and your werewolf boyfriend have been settling into the spooky season. This is the first October you're spending together and you want to make it right. Your boyfriend has been making spooooky cookies while you decorate your front door with stickers. You hung up little stickers of bats, Pumpkins and Cobwebs just under the little sign with adjustable letters that read: "Beware the wolf!" You found it fitting since, of course, your boyfriend is a werewolf. You wear one of his jackets he 'leant' to you as the fall breeze quietly brushes through the Apartment Complex. You place the last sticker, smooshing the edges to make sure it stayed. Electronic candles and skulls from the seasonal store sprawl about your front entrance. You step back watch it with pride until you hear three knocks from the other side. You open it to see your Werewolf Boyfriend with about ten bags of six cookies each. He made sure to make enough by spending the night before preparing and cluttering the supplies. Don't worry, he'll clean it. "Hey, Sweetie," He says, admiring your masterful work. "I love it! Especially the, uh, "beware the wolf.'" "Thanks. Hey, maybe you could turn into a wolf and spook them." You reply with a mischievous giggle, "Ready to go?" "Yep," He says. He locks the door and then wraps his hand around your waist. You both go door to door handing out your cookies and checking in on the neighborhood. You ask some kids what their costumes are going to be, and one says that she's going to be a vampire! Your boyfriend laughed and said he was going to dress up as a werewolf. He proposed they'd fight! And of course, your boyfriend would let her win. You snicker and continue on. A mom shares her fear of hearing howls in the night despite wolves not being in the area. You and him try to quickly move to a different subject to avoid any snooping from her. After, you tell your boyfriend that maybe they should celebrate at his place next year where it's much less populated by the city's watchful eyes. Another elderly couple complimented how 'just perfect' you both are as a couple, your boyfriend became flustered from it. Of course, he'd love to be as old as them one day with you. Later, your boyfriend closes the door behind him and you admire his careful movements from the couch. You watch him walk over to the kitchen and rustles through the cabinets.“You want one Sweetie?”

“Of course!” You reply.

He walks over and then sits next to you. He leans over and kisses your cheek and then hands you your rightful cookie. His kiss is soft, kind, and never too rough. For a werewolf who has witnessed the ferocity of the forest, a kind soul remains in the gentle way he holds you. He takes a quiet moment to breathe.

“Thanks for spending today with me.” He says, then quietly bringing you into a cuddle. Your boyfriend rests his head onto your shoulder and takes a sigh like a tired wolf would.

“It means a lot to spend this season with you.” He says, turning on the tv to a horror movie that you love. “Ready to get scared?”

“Of course.” You say, yanking a blanket over the both of you. “Besides, I have a the Big Kind Wolf to protect me.”

“Yeah, you do.” Your Boyfriend chuckles as he snuggles into you.

So you both eat your cookies and spend the night wrapped in each other’s protective arms.