#werewolf fluff

[dragonsholygrail]

Full moon with your werewolf bf except you're the one being chained up. You aren't exactly sure how you convinced your bf to do it. He had always made sure to keep himself chained in the cellar during that time of the month. But after your incessant begging he had given in. Under this one condition.

You have to be chained up in his place. When asked why he had told you the intensity of his full form may frighten you but to stay calm. He tells you that as soon as he's caught onto your scent he won't be able to let you go and running will only make him all the more quicker to mount you. You didn't know what you were getting into.

Now as your wrists dig into the cold metal... you know. And you want more.

The unsympathetic chains dig into your wrists as your fully turned bf fucks into you with abandon, his claws piercing your skin as your greedy hole sucks his cock back in with every thrust.

As your werewolf bf plows you into another sweeping orgasm, your back arches, a loud groan echoing off the cobblestone walls. Pain mixing in with the pleasure as your pussy weeps, milking your bfs cock and trying to push him out at the same time as he cums right after you.

Your cunt is so full his release spills out of you and splashes against the concrete floor. Eyes squeezing shut, your mind and body war against each other. Though body quickly wins out.

“Ah— dammit! I need a break. Baby, please, I need a break,” you beg, your body aching yet also wanting more. The need for rest briefly overpowers your never-ending craving.

But your werewolf bf merely growls ferociously, jaw snapping in his displeasure. Leaning his giant form over you, he cages you in, teeth sinking into your neck. Making his claim clear before his hips start snapping back inside of you.

Your cunt flutters helplessly around his girth and you whine, needing even only a moment. With his warm fur covering you, a light sweat begins to glisten across your body. Allowing the grip of the chains on your wrists to loosen just enough.

So when your werewolf bf throws his head back and howls, you take your chance. Slipping out from under him and bolting toward the door. A part of you maybe even wanting it to get to this point. To have your werewolf chase and mount you brutally.

Furious growls vibrate through the quiet night, your bf right on your tail as you run toward the surrounding forest. Just as you’re about to make a break into the trees, werewolf bf pounces, crashing into the hard grass and taking you with him.

His arms curl around you as you both tumble through the thicket. Either to protect you from the harsh wood or making sure you can’t get away again. Probably both.

The moment you two stop, werewolf bf doesn’t hesitate to mount you and slam his cock back deep inside your pussy. Letting you know he’s right where he belongs again. Ready to force orgasm after orgasm out of your tired cunt for the rest of the night.

You see his long claws appear in front of you and you know you’re not getting away again. He’s caught his prey and he isn’t giving it up. A lazy fucked out smile graces your lips as your next orgasm begins to build.

[spaceprincesspuppet]

Werewolves are always shown as these big fluffy brown or grey beasts. Giant imposing wolf men riddled with scars of their many battles.

That, however, was not even a little bit what your boyfriend was like. For all intents and purposes, he was a werewolf. Full moon makes him feral, very weak to silver, all the classic werewolf stuff. But his fur wasn't a matted brown or grey. It was fluffy. soft and had a beautiful golden color. He looked like a golden retriever but with the proportions of a werewolf.

Not to mention on full moons when were-creatures go feral and lose themselves to the inner beast, he instead just seemed to act like a happy little puppy. More than usual that is. He'd jump on you and demand attention and petting.

When your friend suggested trying to date werewolves, she told you stories about how aggressive they are. How they'll force you down and take what they want. The selling point was how dominant her own boyfriend was.

But not him. Not your werewolf boyfriend. He was submissive as could be. He'd beg you to relieve him when he grew lustful. Not once would he dare do something lewd without permission. Even to the point of pleading for you to let him lap up your juices. Of course he wanted to eat you out, but never without asking first. He knew you wanted it, but he'd never take.

He was just your little puppy. Your cute fluffy little golden retriever werewolf.

[deunmiu-dessie]

monster!boyfriend who acts tough but is actually shy and gets flustered around you easily. monster!boyfriend who's scared you'll leave him for someone else, someone human. monster!boyfriend who's clingy and whiny, showering you with affection, nuzzling your neck with sweet kisses. monster!boyfriend who's afraid of accidentally hurting his little human so he handles you like glass. monster!boyfriend who would give you the world if you asked. ˙◠˙

monster!boyfriend who's afraid of hurting you with his thick cock. monster!boyfriend who takes his time, slowly sliding into you inch by inch. monster!boyfriend who becomes completely entranced by the sensation of you clenching around him. monster!boyfriend who uses you like his personal sexy toy. monster!boyfriend who pumps you full of his thick cum for the third time that night. ˙ᵕ˙

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[rs-hawk]

A mtf werewolf girlfriend that hates shifting. She struggles with being so hairy, and how huge her cock gets at that time of the month. The only thing that makes her feel a little better is when you point out that you both have a “that time of the month”.

However, you start complementing her when she shifts, much to her confusion and surprise. Of course you love how furry and hairy she gets. You love her hair and her fur is so soft and it smells like her shampoo. She’s big enough to literally crush you but she could step on your throat and you’d thank her (that always makes her laugh). No, her cock doesn’t make you think she’s less of a woman. She’d have to dick you down with a strap if she didn’t have it and this adds excitement to your breeding kink, especially if she would just give into her primal urge and fucking knot you already.

You know that it’s not going to help eradicate her dysmorphia, but you hope it helps, because no matter what your Werewolf Girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world.

[silken-moonlight]

Cute Werewolf bf fluff (sfw)

You love to be comfortable; it's almost sacred to you. You work a lot, so you've made your home your safe haven. Your werewolf boyfriend, however, lives a little...differently. His apartment is smaller than yours, and he sleeps on a very old sofa bed, using the cushions of the couch as his pillows and a thin blanket. You absolutely could not understand how he could sleep like that. He owned not a single pair of pajamas and slept in his briefs.

The day he saw your apartment was something else. When you let him in, he walked around like a child in a zoo: wide-eyed, sniffing the air, and walking around in amazement. Your flat was homey, lived-in, and stunning. From the curtains, which he didn’t own in his flat, to the fluffy carpets over the almost overly cottage-core kitchen. Everything was like you were for him: perfect.

His understanding of you changed when he saw how you slept. He exclaimed loudly, "You sleep in a nest!?" Confused, you asked him what he meant. "There are so much pillows and blankets." He went on before grinning:"I bet you have a werewolf ancestor. This is a perfect Nest." He sidn't stop talking about you perfect Nest the whole evening.

You two ordered takeout and boba, then ate together in the kitchen before you went to take a shower together. You loved showering together; it was intimate and pure. He loved to wash your skin and kiss your shoulders. You adored massaging the shower gel into his shoulders since he relaxed easily into your hands.

That night, you gifted him a hilarious wolf pajama (it went on to be his favorite). The two of you cuddled up in bed. "I love your nest," he murmured into your hair as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you. You felt so safe, so loved. The two of you fell asleep like this, cuddled up and simply...happy.

Taglist: @blushycadaver

Divider Credit: @thecutestgrotto

[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

[authorsabrinacross]

Wolf man boyfriend who loves to be the big spoon. He’ll curve his large, furry body around yours to keep you warm and safe. He presses a clawed hand against your belly to hold you in place. As if you ever wanted to move.

[xcharisityx]

Werewolf Bf! who is obsessed with giving you gifts. It’s in a werewolf’s nature to court their chosen mate, but your bf goes a teensy bit overboard 🤏.

When you confessed to your werewolf bf that your childhood wasn't a very privileged one as you only had a single parent, your boyfriend made it his life goal to spoil you endlessly.

Whether it be clothing, jewelry, or your favorite dessert. He bought it all for you. In his mind, you deserve nothing but the utmost best. Countless times, you attempted to tell him nicely you didn't need any materialistic items. That he was the greatest thing to ever enter your life, but he wasn't remotely swayed.

Even if you didn't want to admit it, you sort of enjoyed him doting on you, as it fueled your inner child with happiness.

So after a while, you stopped trying, and happily embraced the abundant amount of gifts given to you every week. ;)

Credits to @thecutestgrotto

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader

2k | fluff Keegan had the stiffest neck known to man (part 2)

It all started with a recon duty.

Alone, Keegan lay prone, seamless in the bushes in his dark attire. The full moon perched high, softened by the thick fog. The gentle rain tricked down the back of his neck under his mask.

He aimed down his sight, following the guard on patrol as he waited, waited for him to separate from the other. He took his time rounding the corner, puffing on his cigarette, rifle slung against his body.

As Keegan positioned his finger on the trigger, a branch snapped behind him.

His head whipped over his shoulder to see a shadow a few feet away, crouching. He jumped to his feet, heart pulsing in his ears. He yanked out his sidearm as the large beast pounced and pinned him down with a thump. The force knocked the gun out of his hand.

He freed his right arm with a grunt. He ripped his blade out its sheath, ramming it into the creature’s side repeatedly. It howled in pain and leapt away.

He staggered up, panting. In a swift move, he reverse gripped his bloodied knife. The beast growled, its brilliant yellow eyes glinting. Head lowered in caution, it stepped sideways, blood pouring out of the stabs.

“Come at me, bitch,” he spat out, mirroring its movement.

It snarled, the sound piercing, baring its pointy teeth before retreating into the woods.

He dropped to his hands and knees, heart beating out of his chest as sharp pain ran up his thigh. His pant leg had been shredded, the cuts under gushing blood. He let out an uneven breath. The bastard got him after all.

“Six-Two, how copy? What was that?”

He tried reaching for his comms, but fell to his side as he heaved, eyelids growing heavy.

“Keegan, do you copy?” The urgency in Merrick’s voice grew.

The crackle of his radio was the last thing he heard before everything went silent.

When Keegan woke with a grunt, the sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting a blue hue upon the woods. Leaves and twigs crunched in the distance.

His eyes fluttered open as he sat up, his head spinning. He reached for his holster before he realised he was all skin.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, wincing as he turned his neck. His clothes and gear strewn not too far from his camping spot the night before.

“Keegan,” a hushed voice called out, growing closer by the second.

He dove to his clothes, slipping them on frantically despite the dried mud on his body. Had it been that cold that he was delirious, like hypothermia victims who’d paradoxically shed their clothes? But if he’d got to that point, he wouldn’t have been alive then.

“Ajax! I’m here.”

His head whipped to Keegan. He breathed a sigh of relief as he jogged over. “We thought we lost you!” His eyes scanned over his body. “Oh shit, what happened?”

He followed his line of sight down to his mangled pants. He’d forgotten about his thigh. It didn’t hurt anymore.

“Oh. I- Fuck, there was a wolf. Huge.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered, reaching for his comms. “Scarecrow, he’s secure. Need medical. We’re heading to LZ.”

Ajax’s brows furrowed at how he made his way back with the state of his thigh, but Keegan was just relieved the mission had been a success despite the setback from his side.

On the ride back to base as he recounted the night before to his peers, his pants were cut to reveal his wound which had mostly dried up. He could have sworn the cuts were deep – look at the blood soaked cargos, but maybe his team was right, he just couldn’t see well in the dark.

Back on base as he cleaned his blade, the only evidence that the beast even existed, the bits of his dream came back to him. He tore through the woods on black paws to his heart’s content, each step light, unbothered by the nightfall.

It had felt impossibly real, the ground wet under him, the cold rain on his skin despite the thick fur. The smell of earth was comforting to the point of intoxicating, calling him back home.

Keegan chalked the night up as a fluke, a once in a lifetime occurrence he’d recall and brag about to the recruits. He got the scars to prove it after all.

But he had that dream again the month after.

Often when adjusting back to life after missions, his senses would overload the first few days. This time though, it was even more so. The hair on the back of his neck stood and the sweat only trickled more as the sky darkened.

This time as he lied on his couch, he remembered the warmth instantly rising to his skin, the tingling at his fingertips, the ringing in his ears. He couldn’t control his limbs when he stood and ripped his clothes off, before white hot pain seared his body for a split second.

Despite the light head and what felt like the worst case of sleeping wrong, he was surprisingly stable as he got off the floor and made his way back to the couch. But instead of turning to sit, he swiftly climbed onto it and lied down on his belly.

Wait, that’s not right…

He looked down. Two black paws on the upholstery. He let out a scream, but it didn’t sound right either.

He jumped off and barged through the bathroom door to meet a large black dog. Keegan jumped, making it bark. He froze in place as its growling resonated within the walls.

With the delay in his thoughts and movements, it took him way too long to realise he was dreaming. You never look right in mirrors.

He boofed, paws up on the counter. He tilted his head, tongue lolling as he revelled in his long snout and sharp teeth. His pointy ears and jet black floof made him feel far more like an oversized dog despite the yellow eyes – the only tell that he was a wolf. He chuckled to himself, or whatever the canine equivalent was.

It was dark outside, but he’d always wondered what it felt like to roll around on the grass. He pranced out, standing on his hind legs to open the door to no avail. His front paws slid right off the shiny, round door knob.

After a few attempts, he let out a sigh as he turned back to his apartment. What else would a dog do? Drink from the toilet bowl? Chew on shoes? Rummage through trash? None of those sounded particularly interesting.

Oh, he had a soft rug! He’d take what he could get.

He rolled on it as he panted for what felt like hours before his movements slowed and things went fuzzy again.

As vivid as the dream was, Keegan couldn’t write it off as another glitch because once more, he woke up bare with the stiffest neck known to man. The evidence stared back at him in the form of black fur all over the couch and rug.

“What. The. Fuck.” He sat up, reaching for the fur around him. He rubbed it between his fingers.

If not for the snarl over the comms, his team mates didn’t even believe him about the wolf with how shallow the cuts were that morning. They would certainly laugh at him if he told anyone about what just happened. He knew he’d lose his marbles if Ajax told him something similar.

He had to get to the bottom of this on his own. But first, he had to quench the odd craving for dry cereal.

Legend had it, you turned into a werewolf if you got scratched or bitten by one. Every night of the full moon, you’d get the urge to-

He scrolled down further, shoving more cereal into his mouth in his boxers.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year… His body would feel like it’s on fire… The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

The mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons… Rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently…

He snickered. What a load of bullshit.

If this whole thing was real, he’d hear it on the news. But he never did, because this was insanity.

Yes, yes, he couldn’t explain the very-much-physical floof all over his apartment. But if for whatever reason he could chill as a wolf once a month, he wasn’t going to complain. As far as he knew there were no drawbacks to it if he could time it with his days off.

Maybe next time he could finally turn the door knob.

With every full moon, Keegan grew more and more comfortable in his new body. Every weekend he was home, he rented a humble cabin off the hiking site, thoroughly enjoying running through the woods and the solitude at the top of the mountain.

See, the lore was nonsense. He didn’t get sick anymore during the full moon (or ever). He could even shift on demand now - his deployments didn’t deter the doggo lifestyle. This was actually fun!

Until he burnt up during a mission. He could barely stand with his spinning head, and so he was sent to the safehouse to recover. He popped each and every pill he was prescribed, but his fever only worsened. He felt so hot… and bothered.

Was he given the wrong meds on accident? Who the fuck would prescribe medications with such side effect, during a mission at that?

He waited. An hour. Two hours.

With a sigh, he did what every man would to get the situation over with, yet the problem remained. Now sweating even more, he collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic grunt; his body like it was on fire.

On fire… On fire…

With the remaining energy he had, he grabbed his phone and navigated back to the lore from months before.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year. For days, his body would feel like it’s on fire with the desire to mate, marking his entrance into adulthood. The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

His eyes narrowed.

Some say fated mates share scars and/or birthmarks, but one would ‘know’ he has found his mate when he can single out their scent and becomes possessive of them.

His face scrunched.

After meeting his mate, the mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons.  Failure or rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently by the 8th full moon, often turning feral from the heartache.

He dry retched. He never doubted the fact that he liked women, of the human variety.

To make the bond, the werewolf draws the blood of his mate from between their neck and shoulder under the full moon. The bond is only sealed if the pair loves each other and shares a dream that night. The mate can then choose to remain human or be turned into a werewolf by getting bitten in the same spot.

Wait. Human, you say?

As ridiculous as the lore seemed, he had nothing to worry about. There were no soulmates for him. The timer would never start because he knew he was meant to be alone.

So yeah, that was Keegan P. Russ.

He served his country as a Sergeant, kissed his mum on the cheek when he came home. He recycled, paid his bills on time, and gave up his seat to pregnant women and the elderly. He abided to traffic rules and had no road rage (at least that’s what he told himself).

Oh, and thanks to one recon duty, he was now a werewolf.

Heh. Good luck trying to ruin my life.

But as we all know, fate has a funny way of catching up to you.

More Keegan: second chance, fake dating

Special thanks to @tiredmetalenthusiast and @shadofireshinobi who helped me with this!

@glitterypirateduck @sofasoap @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats

[dragonsholygrail]

I am such a nuzzler (I’m severely touched starved). But I just love me a good nuzzle with some sweet cuddling and maybe a bit more than that.

Imagine Werewolf bf who welcomes and encourages your clingy behavior and all the nuzzling that comes with it. Not only because he loves the attention but because he is just as obsessed with you as you are him.

You get this sort of shy look in your eye when the urge arrives and Werewolf bf notices it instantly. His arms move on their own as they spread out wide. Allowing you to immediately dive into his embrace. Nuzzling your way up his furry body till you burrow into his chest.

Loud purrs emanate from Werewolf bfs chest as his arms move to wrap around you, practically squishing you to his chest. You both adore the hard secure touch of each other’s hold. His purrs only growing louder as you move up and nuzzle into his neck, nosing brushing along his marking spot.

His cock can help but harden whenever you do this. It’s his instant weakness. The idea of you two marking each other. Of being bound and getting these cuddles for the rest of your life. It sounds like heaven to him.

And of course when you’re cuddling with a Werewolf bf, cuddling doesn’t stay cuddling for long. With your delicious shapely body pressed so tightly against him, he can’t be blamed for his actions that follow.

As you two continue to squirm against each other, practically wanting to crawl into each other’s skin, it’s simply not Werewolf bfs fault that his erection just so happens to grind into your lovely pussy. He can feel the growing dampness through your panties and he growls out his approval. Always so wet for him you are.

The whine that leaves you vibrates through his skin, only serving to make Werewolf bf even harder. His hands never leave their place around your body, not even as they slide down and so gently push your panties off to the side. He wouldn’t dare take his hands off of you when in need of such closeness.

Making sure to maintain your cuddles while he rolls his cock easily inside your addictive wet heat. Werewolf bf tightens his hold on you to the point where you can barely move as he starts moving your bodies in a steady rhythm.

Your bodies rocking together as noises of pleasure fall from your lips and spill right into each other’s skin. Not an inch of space between you and neither of you would have it any other way. Werewolf bf’s claws scratch along your back and you cry out, toes curling at the added sensation.

Burying your hands in his fur you move as best you can, eagerly sucking his cock back inside you with every thrust. Wanting all of him as close to you as possible. Rough grunts leave your bf as his pace picks up, fulfilling your need as he does all the others.

Werewolf bf keeps his grip firm but gives you the room to move faster and meet the snap of his hips. You immediately jump at the chance, drool dripping onto his fur as you bounce sloppily on his huge girth. Wanting to feel just how roughly he can split you open and stretch your weeping cunt.

As you both move together it doesn’t take long for you both to explode, clenching down on his length and milking his cock for all it’s worth as he shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your walls. Werewolf bf shivers in return, his body buzzing as your essence coats his member and your walls stay firmly implanted around him.

Your limp form sags happily back into his chest. Nipping playfully at his neck and resulting in Werewolf bf’s cock twitching inside you as he snaps his jaw at your neck in retaliation. You laugh lightly, nuzzling back into him, glad to be even closer to him as his softening cock stays inside you.

Werewolf bf moves his hands up and down your back and over your body, caressing every inch of you. Loving how your body trembles and leans into it in response.

Yeah, Werewolf bf wouldn’t give up your nuzzles and clingy behavior for anything. He’s got everything he needs right here.

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Could a big strong werewolf who has a dad bod just take care of me? He just sees his partner doing simething and goes "no no let me, wouldn't want you straining yourself." And it's like just folding the laundry but he doesn't want his partner doing anything than things that bring then joy. He gets a sense of pride doing the chores for you cause the way you smile when he offers help makes his heart flutter and his tail wag. Mans a simp and he won't fight it.

[lycanlovebites]

busy thinking abt T4T werewolf + vampire boyfriends…

werewolf boyfriend who brings his mate fresh prey every day and carefully cooks the best parts into stews and pies when his mate gets sick.

vampire boyfriend who makes sure that he and his boyfriend takes their allergy meds before they go out to eat garlicky food because they’re both garlic-intolerant and often forget and get upset stomachs afterwards.

werewolf boyfriend who carefully trims his fur around his top surgery scars after every big shift so they’re more visible.

vampire boyfriend who cooks lovely meals for his boyfriend and gratefully drinks his blood afterwards in exchange.

Werewolf boyfriend who gently wraps himself around his mate when he’s recovering from top surgery, propping him up while he rests, bringing him his favorite prey and foods so he heals well. Werewolf boyfriend who makes sure to provide him with plenty of blood-infused drinks and soft foods to help him gain his energy, bringing him medicine and covering him in soft pelts to keep him warm.

Werewolf boyfriend who keeps his mate entertained with tales of old hunts and stories his pack told him, reading his mate’s favorite poetry out loud for hours and quietly howling lullabies until he falls asleep in his fluffy embrace.

Werewolf boyfriend who helps his boyfriend settle into bed and makes sure he doesn’t stay up all night, knowing he would probably be too stubborn to rest when he could be doing so many other things, like rereading that book he loved, or painting, or playing the piano late into the night or lurking around the abandoned church with his fellow bat companions who lived there.

Werewolf boyfriend who sleeps next to his mate, careful to watch his drains and not touch his binder, even though he wants nothing more than to hold his mate safe and tight in his arms as they fall asleep. werewolf boyfriend who makes sure every single one of his mate’s plushies are accounted for and goes hunting around the house for them when one goes missing because he knows his mate misses being able to turn into a bat and resting with his other bat companions and his many plushies make him feel better when he can’t join the other bats. (All the other bats, who are just normal bats not vampires, patiently wait for him to join them when he feels strong enough to shapeshift again to join their colony. For now they wait in the rafters of the manor for him.)

vampire boyfriend who takes care of his big strong boyfriend as he recovers from his top surgery, surrounding him in pillows and silky sheets, making sure he rests and takes things slow because he’s not used to letting himself be taken care of this way.

Vampire boyfriend who meticulously records his boyfriend’s drains, emptying the ampules and saving the blood for later. Taking care of his boyfriend can be a bit tiring and while he wants nothing more than to be there for him, he tends to forget to feed himself, and his boyfriend agrees that there’s no reason for all that blood to go to waste.

Vampire boyfriend who carefully wraps his boyfriend’s painkillers in lumps of cheese and venison to help it go down easier.

Vampire boyfriend who brings his boyfriend new books to read to him and playing his favorite songs on the old piano and letting the melodies echo through their manor, helping his boyfriend out of bed and into the garden so he can feel grass under his paws again and feel wind in his fur.

Vampire boyfriend who gently scratches his boyfriend’s back and behind his ears where he can’t reach. Vampire boyfriend who turns into a bat and rests on his boyfriend’s forehead, giving him little tiny bat kisses on the bridge of his snout as they fall asleep together.

[rs-hawk]

Bestie’s Werewolf Brother

You guys have know each other forever. As in “you remember the first time he got acne” forever. There was always something there but it never went any further than a stolen kiss or two and flirty glances. After all you were best friends with his little sister. It’s not like you could risk that.

He, on the other hand, never stopped plotting on how to get you. Even when you lost contact with your friend, he kept popping up randomly in your life. You always thought it was a random coincidence, but he made sure everything was planned perfectly so he could find you. So he had any excuse to touch you.

On your 21st birthday he invites you out for drinks to celebrate. It’s been years, but hey, who cares? It’ll be nice. You didn’t expect to end up on your back in the backseat of his car as he tried his best to force his already swelling knot into your tight little cunt as you tried to push back against him for more.

[silken-moonlight]

Werewolf bf in his sleep, SFW

He is adorable, warm, and cannot sleep without you in his arms. Sometimes he falls asleep on your chest, sometimes you lie on your belly and he lies on top of you. He is just so afraid you'll be gone when he wakes up. It happened once, you stood up early to make breakfast, he was so pouty the whole morning that you dared to leave his nest. You two were creatures of comfort: plush pillows, soft blankets and a matress on which you slept like a baby. So why did you leave that morning the perfect nest? He never let you hear the end of it...

He is lucky; usually you are a long sleeper. You love sleeping and spending just a little more time in bed, stretching and returning back into his arms to get just a little more sleep. You swear you're going to get up in five minutes, but you lied; you will sleep for at least another hour.

Honestly, he couldn't be luckier with his little sleepyhead.

[lilaccmilk]

Baby, I'm yours

I made this fic as part two to this fic (requested by @marieblue4003 )

You woke up to your boyfriend pressing light kisses to your neck. Your back was against his chest, his arm around your waist in a possessive grip. “Mhm what time is it?” you spoke with your eyes closed, your body was sore, good thing that today was an off for both of you.

“7 am.” he spoke up in a gruff voice, before resuming his kisses on your neck. You loved how his voice sounded in early mornings when he had just woken up. “Too early” you barred your neck to give him more access. He didn’t reply, you knew what he was doing. He was scenting you to satiate himself. This was purely an animalistic instinct he had. “Say you’re mine.” his voice broke the silence.

“Wasn’t yesterday enough for you?” you say softly, feeling shy from his desperate kisses. “M’never gonna get enough of hearing you say that you’re mine.” heat rises up to your cheeks and you say softly, “I’m yours.”

He lets out a low growl appreciatively. “All fucking mine. No one’s allowed to even look at you. Yeah?” He is talking to himself at this point. This goes on for ten minutes more.

“Let’s get up. I’m hungry.” you say to him. “No. You’re gonna stay in my arms. Let me hold you for a bit longer. You fit so good in my arms.”

At the end you end up giving in and cuddle for another 15 minutes. After that you force him to get up. You both shower together and he is holding you from behind while you make breakfast. You spend the entire day binge watching The Twilight Saga (you wanted to see his reaction). And he gets annoyed and sulks at the fact you simp over one of the vampires. You have to then comfort and baby the man–no wolf that you love.

[britany1997]

Howl at the Moon

Part three

Werewolf Steve x GN Reader

Part one, Part two

We all deserve some super sweet, stressed werewolf Steve fluff after my finals

Steve faced his own reflection in the employee bathroom. He gripped the sink as he breathed deeply, trying desperately to calm himself. It was the first night in a long time Steve had had to work an evening shift on the night of a full moon.

He rubbed his face with his hands, reminding himself that Family Video closed at 7:30, and the sun set at 8. That was more than enough time for Dustin to meet him at his house and make sure he was secured in the basement.

He sighed, but now he had you to worry about.

What if there wasn’t enough time? What if he got loose and found you? What if he hurt you? He grimaced at the thought. That wasn’t an option.

Steve splashed some water on his face. He could do this. Robin was staying late to close up, so he could leave a little earlier if he needed to, he’d be home in plenty of time.

Everything was going to be fine.

“What do you mean you lost him?” Robin whisper-screamed into the phone, her eyes darting around to Keith’s security cameras (which she was hoping were just for show.)

“He’s a giant, brown wolf! How do you lose one of those?” She hissed.

Dustin’s chattering on the other end of the line only made her groan and rub her temples.

“Well what should we do?” She asked, “do we track him down? Could we even get him home if we found him?”

God she wanted to slam the phone into the cradle repeatedly.

“Ok fine fine fine, you’re right. Just give me a second, I need to cancel on Vicky.”

Robin promptly hung up before Dustin could say anything else.

She sighed. Steve was going to be covering any shift she told him to till she graduated.

You hummed along softly as your Walkman blared The Cure. You were taking a walk through the woods by your house, picking flowers and stargazing.

As the tape switched between songs, you heard a soft whining coming from behind you.

You whirled around, only to be met with the sight of the biggest dog you’d ever seen.

You probably should have been intimidated by his imposing size, but he was so…friendly.

When you turned, his tail started to thump loudly on the dirt floor in excitement. His lips seemed to pull up slightly, almost as if he was smiling.

You were charmed, returning his smile with one of your own. You approached him hesitantly, hoping he’d let you pet him, but before you could reach out, he trotted over to nuzzle his head against your hand.

You laughed at his eagerness and scratched behind his ears.

The dog barked happily, obviously pleased with your attention. While you pet his head with one hand, he licked all over the other, forcing you to wipe off his slobber on your jeans several times.

After awhile, you began to wonder if this dog belonged to anyone. You checked around his neck, and smiled a bit when you didn’t find a collar.

“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked, scratching behind his ears once more.

The dog licked your cheek so enthusiastically, you almost toppled over. You’d take that as a yes.

You smiled as you lead him home.

Steve woke up to the familiar, post full moon pounding in his head. He groaned and rubbed his temples.

…

He rubbed his temples?

Steve froze. How could he not be chained to the wall right now.

His eyes darted around an unfamiliar, but cozy, living room as he realized he was most definitely not in his basement.

In fact, he wasn’t even in his house.

Steve panicked. He crept around, trying to find some semblance of an idea of where he’d ended up without waking the owners.

Whose house was this? Had he actually broken into someone’s home while in wolf form?

But everything seemed to be in perfect condition, even the front door! Wouldn’t he have torn everything up? He scratched his head in confusion.

Suddenly he froze.

Right there on the mantle was a picture of you.

He slowly, nervously, made his way over to the mantle. Scratch that, there were tons of pictures of you.

Steve wanted to scream. Somehow, he’d found his way into your home.

His head snapped in the direction of the stairs as he heard some rustling.

Steve knew he had to get out, and fast.

But there was the small problem of…not having any clothes.

In a panic, Steve grabbed a blanket from your sofa, wrapped it around his waist, and snuck out the front door as quickly and quietly as he possibly could.

He hoped a detour to his house wouldn’t make him too late to work. He was already envisioning the earful he’d get from Robin after, what he assumed, had been a pretty big escape last night.

He sighed, being a werewolf sucked.

“So you were just in their house?” Robin cringed, “how’d you even find their house? That’s super weird Steve.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know,” he groaned, “I have no idea how it happened, I told you I can never remember what happens on full moon nights.”

“It’s gotta be a wolf thing,” Robin decided, “you probably sniffed them out or something.”

“Yeah I guess, maybe we should-”

Robin and Steve’s heads both snapped to the front door as the bell jingled, signaling your entrance.

Robin’s eyes widened at the sight of you. She turned to Steve, then turned back to you, then turned to Steve again. “I’ll just uh- take my break then.” She slunk to the back room, but left the door open to hear everything of course.

“Hi,” Steve shivered. Did you see him leaving your house somehow? Did he somehow let you know it was him last night? Did you know what he was?

“Hi,” you replied, a pained smile on your face.

Steve’s gaze softened, “what’s wrong?”

You sighed, pulling posters out of your bag.

“I lost my dog,” you told him.

Steve’s face went white as a bed sheet. “Y-your dog?”

You nodded. “I found him wandering the woods last night and brought him home,” you explained, “I guess I haven’t had him for that long, but he was sooo sweet.”

You showed Steve the picture you’d drawn on the posters of the big, brown dog from last night.

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. “He looks pretty uh… tough and intimidating.”

You shook your head furiously, “not at all! When I took him home last night, I put a blanket on the sofa for him so he could sleep there because I didn’t want him to shed all over my white bedspread right?”

Steve nodded as you related the tale.

“Well, I guess he wanted to be with me instead, because he sat outside my bedroom door whining! It was sooo cute.”

Steve cringed internally.

“I finally just went downstairs to pet his head until he fell asleep, he’s gotta be the most cuddly dog ever.”

Your smile fell, “I just don’t know why he’d leave.”

Steve felt tremendously guilty.

“Did you want us to hang one of your posters?” He asked.

Your head perked up, “could you?”

Steve nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. I’m uh something of a dog person myself.”

Your bright smile returned, “thank you so much Steve!” You handed him a poster, “it means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem,” he blushed.

Once you were out the door to hang more posters, Steve let out a deep sigh and crumpled to the floor behind the desk.

He felt Robin patting his back, “look on the bright side.”

“What?”

Robin smiled weakly, “at least they think you’re cute.”

Steve groaned.

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