#yandere lycanthropy

[yandere-kokeshi]

— His Mate

Pairing || Yandere werewolf! Ghost x gn reader

Summary || Working on a dangerous mission, you and Ghost re-meet after being separated. However, something goes wrong— making Ghost reveal his trust identity and his obsession for you, to come forth.

Warnings || yandere, lycropathy, imprinting(?), and smut: dubcon, gender-neutral genitals, descriptions of the reader having pubic hair, talks about kids, size difference, blood obsession(?), oral (reader receiving), breeding, knotting, and slight somnophilia

It’s a dire situation. 

To the explosions, nearly being hit by a bullet, and now being separated from 141 during the firefight, you’d navigate north to a safe house, rather a cabin dispatched amongst the coms you’d flipped too. 

The language was hardly understandable, but you were able to pick up some words. 

It’s freezing cold, the gush of rain pouring down on you as lightning cracks above your head. Gear soaked through, hair damp and covered in likely blood and mud; if not more. The moisture and ice surrounding you was working to create a deep freeze into your narrow bones, and it’s working– pretty damn well, too. 

Mud splatters your camo-clad shins as you sprint through the forest terrain, heart lurching out of your chest as your soaked fingers fumbled with your gun to the sodden ground.  

The moist and crispy air of midnight caked your face with frozen lids, blood staining your face. Your lungs were burning, legs cramping and stinging from the amount of running you’ve achieved. 

You continue going, thunder rumbling in the clouds above, exhaustion gnaws at your joints as you shoot and cut-throat enemies from behind, their thick blood staining your face, and hands. Creating an emotionless barrier; nothing behind your eyes but annoyance.

If it weren’t for your radio, you’d be pestering Ghost. But due to the stray bullet, that certainly would’ve ripped through your heart if not for the layers of plastic settled over it, you had to count on your distance and not for help.

Just a little more, and you’ll arrive. And from there, you can focus on radioing the team; shooting a private message to Ghost to ensure your safety. He was protective, after all. But, for now, you had too—

Crack. 

Before you could react, chaos erupts — the sounds of trees cracking down as an explosion comes from behind you. The wave of warmth and smell of gunpowder settled into your lungs. A bomb had gone off. 

Panicked voices overlay each other in different languages. The thumps of bodies and flurry of shouts shot you to your very core. Breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you find yourself hiding behind a sturdy tree.

The bark cutting at your palms, a reminder of the unforgiving chaos that surrounds you as you brace for incoming fire. Instantly, you gripped the gun slung behind your shoulder and started reloading it; cursing at yourself for not doing it sooner. 

As it clicked, ready and loaded, someone shouted out a name. 

“Ghost!” someone wails, and your blood runs cold, eyes widening. The whizzing of high-powered bullets persists, dropping mercenaries into the mud beneath them. 

You hear yelled orders, fighters urged to retreat by the incoming deaths, like a poison parade. 

Before you know it, all that’s left is the sound of your ears buzzing, the aftermath of the familiar bomb — the infinite number of trees swaying as more lightning struck ahead of you. Your brain was splattered, focusing on your inner voice instead of the upcoming footsteps. 

“Cobra, come out.”

You hesitate, teeth digging into your bottom lip. But with the thick, British accented voice familiarized to your brain, you eased your head out, clenching your grip on the gun as you checked for any more enemies before your eyes landed on the man itself. His hulking build that you could recognize anywhere. 

You’d be lying if you said you were unperturbed by the sight, fallen enemy combatants surrounded him, his gear covered in blood, as was his skull mask stained with gore. 

It was considered normal — but with the moon outlining his silhouette, the light bouncing off the turbid forest floor behind him, it was intimidating. 

Almost as if it was a warning about what was coming. What was ahead in the future. 

“Price sent me your last coordinates before you went AWOL,” Ghost states, clearing his throat as he bent down. Knees loudly popping as his hand curled around the knife, deepened inside a soldier’s head, and pulled it out with a thick sound. 

The gush of gore, and the slick sound of the knife easily coming out, made you cringe. Your throat tightened, you wanted to gag but stopped yourself as he shot a look at you. 

“Left quite a mess back there,” he added, looking at you with sharpened eyes as he stood back up. His knees popping yet again. His gun shuffled as he wiped the bloody knife onto his pant leg, before putting it back into the original place. 

You forced a smile, shrugging your shoulders playfully, “It’s what I’m best at, no?”

He let out a chuckle, something that wasn’t rare or common to hear. But it was something. Something that left you tingling. 

He stayed quiet and looked at you — almost like he could see, and feel you. Though, he spoke up after noticing your awkward stance.

“Le’s get going, safe house is ahead. From there, I’ll radio Price.”

Staring into the bubbling pan of water settled over the small fire, you relish in warmth that creeps across your chilled body. Still, you’re soaked, the scent of iron and mud assaults your nose, the water that you pick off the fire cautiously heated enough to scrub the blood off your face and hands. 

Though, as you look up at Simon, you quickly notice his demeanor is off; something amiss. Sure, he’s cold. But, he’s colder – brown eyes that are seemingly covered in nothing. Almost like something has taken over him, nothing of him is there; non-exist, and non-recognizable.  

His distant and blocking agency seems somewhat peculiar – lost in thought, intermittently clicking his tongue whilst cleaning his gun. Concerned, you gently approach, offering a caring inquiry: “You okay?” you ask. 

To which, he nods with a grunt. But you didn’t buy it, it was clear something was bothering him. But he’s known for being stubborn and not one to let people in unless necessary. 

Ghost had seated himself in the corner of the large, relatively empty room – looking quite ridiculous. He was attempting to fit himself in the short-legged chair as he was cleaning his weapons, and you had to hold back a laugh. You dipped the dripping rag back into the hot water, dragging it across your skin.

“Y’know…” you started, making him stop before looking up at you. “You can tell me whatever is botherin’ you. I’m not like Johnny.”

“I’m fine.” 

You raised your eyebrow at his reply, making him grunt as a less efficient, threatening way of ‘quit it before I make you’. 

“Are you sure?” You pressed on, “It definitely seems like something is on your mind. And while I may not—”

Ghost said your name in a threatening tone. His brown eyes watching you from beneath the mask. Eyes boring into you, watching you struggle to remove what was left of the grime and gore that failed to wash away. 

You sighed, and puckered out your lips like a duck, “Whatever you say, Mr. Grumpy-pants.” 

Minutes blurred by you, and before you know it, the small fire had set itself out; embers flickering around as that was the only thing keeping you two sane. You groaned, looking behind you the next minute before standing up.

“Going to get more wood,” you say out loud, and Simon had nodded — letting yourself feel a bit more relieved before your hand barely curled at the knob, and it’s when you heard it; the most guttural sound that sounded like a blend of a growl and snarl.

He said your name in a painful whisper. Not your code name– your right name. 

As you turn, you see him on his knees; his large hand grasping his chest. Heart attack? No. Something highly on not happening. But… panic attack?

“Ghost?” you asked, concerned, stepping forward before stopping at his shaking head. He was in pain and it was hurting you.

“Fuck—” he grunted, heaving as his body started to shake violently. “D-on’t come closer.”

Your eyebrows raise automatically, looking at him eerily. “Why can’t I get close to you?”

He grunted, moaning out in pain again, as yet another growl erupted from the bellows of his chest. And before you could say anything else, his holster gun fell from his arm to the floor. The sound of clattering and the smell of aforementioned sensed you to reality. 

“I- we need to get you up, what’s going on—!”

Almost as if the universe tricked you, ripping came next — the man you knew was no longer there. But instead, a hulking black-wolf took his place, boring holes in you and cracking each bone in his skeleton into places. 

Like a Cobra, you stiffened. Ready to attack the friend you once knew. 

“Ghost…?” you confessed, heavy breathing as adrenaline shot through you. By the time you whispered his name, he grew in size. Being too large. Too inhuman. Monstrously. Midnight mass fur grew onto his body, the sounds of bones breaking and reforming, his gear tearing off like nothing as scarred ears, a large snout, and patched fur grew all over him like parasites — paralyzing you like venom. 

You couldn’t fathom his form, taking a few steps back as he whined out in pain; teeth, once human, now becoming a famous creature that you imagined as a myth. 

And these eyes, they were wide and bright as Amber and honey, the color that contrasted greatly through the darkness. They were large and squinted, and the sound of snarling brought you to know you were being threatened.

But yet, you couldn’t do anything. 

His military boots outgrew, rising and shredding apart as the feet he once had, turned into paws with long claws. The curving nails scraped into the wooden floor, snapping of planks and splinters flew around his feet, echoing the noises of his cracking bones and whines of pain. 

It was practically towering over you, all muscle and height, and it made you feel powerless underneath it, trapped under its hardened gaze and intensity of its possible strength.

You let a small gasp out, uneven breaths being snaked out as he licked his chops, rearing back, bending the wooden-planks and the fallen gun underneath his weight. Turning his canine head at your expression. 

“S-imon…?” you whimper, hands shaking as you winced at the bones still cracking. 

His large head came down, eyeing you deeply at one side before walking forward, nudging at your leg. The sound you didn’t want to let out was paralyzed by fear, you didn’t want to let him know you were rather scared, as you watched with no knowledge of what he could do next. 

He left you no room to move, the fear finally choking you of words. And you could only babble out words that would normally leave you embarrassed.

“Who— what… are you?” your gaze turned to him, reminding yourself that your demand was weak. You knew so, but a bigger part of you was buried in denial. He was Ghost. Still is.

His eyes, once cold, a beautiful brown, and stood on deck, now were sharp and bright with yellow, contrasting so strongly against his scarred, ripped fur and inky shades. His head barely grazed the top of the ceiling, his ears flickering as more bones cracked in place. The snapping and crunching was horrifying. 

“Smell– your smell… sweet,” those words fell into your stomach and sank like lead. His whiskered lips and sharp teeth curved around his spotted gums. He growled, smelling– grinning at your feared state, “Mine. You’re mine.” 

Before you could think, your feet kicked his chest backwards — he roared, taking a few steps back from your move. 

Seconds blurred by you, and right as you lunged toward the door beside you, nearly skinning your knees on the floor, you heard a thick snarl from the beast behind you. 

His claws, bigger than your head, were suddenly pinned at your hips and yanked you back, making you face plant onto the floor before he dragged you enough feet away for his satisfaction. Capturing you more into the depth of his hold.

Blood– you tasted it before feeling it, your nose bleeding from the impact, and you groaned; the smell of iron making its way back to you, and he noticed this. 

He turned you right-side up, his claws ripping holes in your clothes. You let a small whimper out, as his large head came to nudge at your shoulder. Almost as if he was trying to calm you, showing he wasn’t a threat.

He whined out, taking your quiet frame and heaving breaths as more fear — apologizing for hurting his beloved. 

And with that, his warm wet and pink tongue suddenly started lapping at your arm, then your neck and finally a rough lick from your jawline up towards your nose. Starting at, licking up the very same blood that’s coming down your face — nearly suffocating you with his rough texture. 

He needed to comfort his mate. His, his, his!

You grimaced at his tongue, the rough black and pink muscle not stopping when you moved side to side, trying to dodge it. Was he now tasting you for taste? 

You pushed at its brawny chest to get some space, but he didn’t listen– his rough tongue continuing his assaults. Behind him, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him; the thick tail slightly wagging at your blood. 

Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Kill you?

Suddenly, he growled — earning a gasp from you, as you watched his pupils dilate, his tongue coming out to heave; dried blood on his muscle. 

“Don’t mean to scare ya’. Jus’ drivin’ me insane, sweetheart,” he states, licking your jaw one last time before his claws – trying to on being careful – shreds your gear and pants to bits. 

You answered with your frozen stiff body, a long wine erupting from the man above you as your teeth chatted one against each other.

“Let… me go, Simon. Now!” you demanded, but his claw rose from your bruised hip and cocked a sharp nail to your chin, making you look up at him; his golden irises digging holes into your soul. Deepening his animal need for you.

“I jus’ got you, I promise I’ll treat you well.” he purred in your ear, licking yet another strip at your face before making his way down to your sex. 

“Simon–!”

“You’ll be mine, nobody will take you away from me; fill you full of my cum. Mark you, take care of you. Until I’m satisfied.” he said while lifting your lower body up from the ground, grabbing your ankles to set them beside his head, his hot breath shaking you to your core. 

“NO!” you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to his sensitive ears. “No– you can’t, no, no! You won’t–!” 

His body was heavy, one paw leaning against your stomach to keep you still. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until he applied more weight, earning you a whine that you didn’t even know you could let out until now. 

“Mine,” he growled, “That’s what you are,” Simon pressed his wide hips forward, making you feel his cock– his long, swelling hot, and erect cock that was awaiting to be stuffed inside you. His knot pulsing, as if it was begging to feel your taut walls clenching around it. 

You shook your head, denying his claims. Denying his appearance. This is a dream, this is a dream. A dream!

But when he tore away your undergarments, flattening his tongue over your fluttering entrance, the sensation caused you to realize —- nothing of this ‘dream’ was fake, but instead of a standing still. 

He stuffs his whole snout into your bush and groans. The feeling is alien, his muzzle warm and wet, and you shudder with it. “You smell divine.”

You attempt to swat him away, but to no avail, he growls at your antics, showing his teeth as a warning.

“Tastes good,” he purrs, his deep and raspy voice shuddering you. He started licking long, broad strokes and making unwanted moans escape your lips — fingers digging into your bruised thighs, and his saliva adding to the sensations. 

You cry out, bucking your hips into his maw as he grunted– licking up all your juices like his last meal. Walls clamp down on his thick tongue, thrusting it in and out of your hole as you’re subjected to the pleasure. 

Though, just as your stomach starts getting warm; your abdomen heating up like a lamp, he pulls away. Making you whine out. 

“M’ make you cum in a few.”

Ghost towers over you — his thick structure showing off his heated, non-sheathed cock. Making you realize what he’s referring to as his swollen tip nudges at your entrance; the pulsing heat making you clench your thighs unintentionally. 

“Won’t fit–! No. Simon—!”

You cried out as he growled in response, his tongue licking your neck to soothe the oncoming pain. It hurts so bad. Yet so good as he fills you so full. 

You prayed he’d be gentle– but you knew better. And in a rough instant, your stomach swelled, and fire consumed you. Air rushed out from your lungs from his thick, girthy cock into your tightening, barely prepped channel, and you quiver in ecstasy at how utterly full you are right now. 

The beast, Simon, grunts and heaves; some of his drool drops on your face as he tries to calm you down with him nudging his head into your face. 

“Oh– fuck,” you whispered, panting as your teeth bit into your bottom lip.

Simon’s thick paw continued to press on your stomach, hitching out breaths as his cock slowly started to piston in and out of you. “You’d look so pretty, filled with my babies. Getting all swollen and full of my cum.”

He smirked– his thick teeth shining in the dim fire, dragging his tongue up your neck.

“Breed– need to breed you,” he gave a harsh thrust, making you feel the thick part of his cock pushing inside. He let you cry out as your legs curled around his lower hips, tightening your hold as he hit that part. 

And without another word, he shoves his cock back out and in, pounding into your soaked hole with animalistic, determination and vigor speed. With Simon being so deep into you, you didn’t even realize you were begging for more, and more. 

“Wa—eugh” you gurgled, smearing your tears against his fur as with each slap of the furry balls on his body, he sank further. His fat cock splits you open and makes a mess of sweat, tears, and drool on the wooden floor of the abandoned shack. 

It’s too much, too much— it’s too good.

Your walls tighten up around him, making him snarl out, bullying his cock into you at a more rapid pace as he pulls away from your neck; grunting in your ear with promises. 

“Fill you with my cum– belly so full. Full of my pups, I promise.” 

As if he didn’t nearly split you in half, he took himself almost out; gripping your hips before turning you on your stomach, making you support yourself on your bruised knees as his claws nicked your skin. 

He spread apart your ass, plunging back inside, and continuing with his animalistic pace; heaving and snarling above you. 

“—plea—god!” your nails scraped at the wood, leaving marks that you didn’t care about. All you cared about was his knot. His, his, his. Everything of his cum. “Fuck–! Knot… Wan’ your knot!” 

You babble nonsense, your body growing tired as his knot was slowly getting bigger– creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But, interrupting your soon-to-be climax was Simon coming down, leaning on your lower back for support as he snarled, aggressively nipping at your shoulder before licking the open wound. 

You were his — his mate, his to claim in every way. 

Without hesitation, he bit on the back of your shoulder. Hard. You cried out, feeling blood trickle down your arm and neck, tears pricking in the corner of your ears. And Simon whined. 

He didn’t mean to do that! He was so out of focus on breeding you, he had hurt you. Comfort. He needs to comfort you.

Simon didn’t stop licking– not until he saw that your tears were long gone, and the smell of fear and shock had gone away. But instead, blinding lust and more was demanded. 

And you could no longer talk, pain lingering, but pleasure buzzing on the edges of your nerves. Numbing every sensation but the beast within you and blanked the world but him, and his inhuman cock stretching you too big. Time didn’t exist. 

Your body grew tense– a white-hot flash washing you whole. Your abdomen was tightening so much it hurt, and then it snapped. And suddenly — everything grew too much. 

You cried out, tears forming out of stimulation, but he wasn’t done. You couldn’t think anymore, and after several moments of his vigorous fucking, he howls– his knot expanding painfully, stretching it to unbeknownst size, and his cock twitches violently as he spills inside, the large load obscene within you. 

The stretching ended with an audible pop, stuffing you completely as he bucked his hips at your squirming. “G—” you stumbled with the start, “G-get out of me!” you tried elbowing him, pleasure growing to a near painful degree before his claws grabbed your bicep gently. 

Then, your stomach felt heavier. It hurts so good, and so hot.

He purred, “Be quiet, honey— m’ filling you real hot.”

He fucks into you for another few, sloppy thrusts before he stops to ‘clean’ you. Nudging you with his wet nose into your neck affectionately, 

You’re a proper mess now. The load of cum feels obscene within you, all warm and sticky. He held you against his taut chest, rumbling in a way that felt like a cat purring; somehow soothing you. 

His thick claw gripped under your chin, forcing you to look at him as he huffed quietly, “I’ll take real good loving care of ya’ and our lil’ pups.” he jostled you somehow deeper to just the right spot, and you whimpered; quite in a state of being fucked raw by a beast who has it’s knot stuck inside you. 

“…are we staying like this?” you asked, looking down, curious and intimidated by the sight below. Mustering some strength, you slid down a tingling hand to support you as Ghost licked your shoulder. 

“For a while, I reckon,” you arched your back as his teeth slithered across your beating pulse. 

Fuck, a single movement by him has you wanting more. But you’re tired. So, so tired. 

You tremble and whimper, feeling his cock still hard — your limbs now coming limp with exhaustion as your eyes roll back into your skull. You’re so tired on Ghost’s monstrously cock that you don't even notice that he lays down with you, cradling your body close to his warm one.

“You’re mine. All mine,” he mutters, feeling your heartbeat succumb to sleep before he starts grinding into your ass. You whined, murmuring something. But he shushes you, making you fall into a blissful sleep as the man, the monster you once knew, keeps rutting into you from behind.

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The Werewolf’s Bitch

Yandere Male Werewolf x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, breeding, knotting, inhuman genitals, reader eaten out, drool, piss marking, watersports, scent marking, lycanthropy, reader bitten by werewolf at end, smut, kidnapping, reader briefly stalked, general yandere behavior, yandere bully, bullied reader)  Word Count: 4.4k (Sorry that this is being reposted, I needed to edit the story and tumblr would not let me until I just deleted the whole thing, anyway, I worked extremely hard of this so I could hurry up and do more commissions, I am panicking because the window for cool season planting is nearly upon us. I normally would NOT rush to post a fic in the same day that I already posted one. I know the watersports is not everyone’s thing, but it has been a while since I wrote a fic with that kink and when I asked reader’s whether or not I should I got only positive responses, so I hope some people like this)

You were a librarian, you had always had a penchant for books, an obsession really, and you loved reading many different kinds. Right now you were reading The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud,  it was a fantasy series. It didn’t matter whether or not you liked the fantasy genre, your friend who was not super into reading kept recommending the series to you so you had to give it a shot. You were enjoying the light breeze and gentle sunshine towards the back of the park, in a lightly wooded area where the park gradually shifted into a forest. Leisurely, you continued to read until the sun just began to set. Little did you know someone was watching you from the trees. Axle hadn’t seen you in years, though it wasn’t uncommon for his thoughts to drift to you. He had a serious crush on you in high school, but so worried about his image he had not wanted to date the nerd so he bullied you instead. Relentlessly. He often thought what if he had been sweeter on you and more up front about his feelings, he’d probably have his arms wrapped around you and his cock buried deep inside you. Axle still would have picked on you, of course, it was how he showed affection and dominance, but it wouldn’t have been nearly cruel and relentless as it had been. And he would have been really sweet to you at times too, since he was sure little nerdy bookworms liked that kinda shit. His life wasn’t all bad though, he had been “afflicted” with lycanthropy. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the legends and folklore made it seem, for most people. Most were not feral and could freely change forms whenever they wished, from human, to wolf, and to the bulky hybrid form that most people thought of when they heard the word “werewolf.” There were exceptions though, some people did go feral in their wolf forms and change unwillingly during full moons. An encounter with one such creature was what had passed on the magical gift to him. Now his life was free, he lurked the woods for prey, hunted and then cooked what he had caught in a large cave he had claimed as his den. The lifestyle suited him, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but it was a lonely existence and he wished he had a mate. Axle had been walking around, contemplating what he could do to get some friends or maybe even a lover when suddenly his nose, now hypersensitive even in his human form, picked up a familiar scent. One that he had not smelled in years but nevertheless one that he would be able to place anywhere. He had stolen whiffs of you while having you in headlocks and pushing you into lockers, had deeply inhaled the aroma of your underwear after sneaking into the locker room and stealing them whenever he was sure he wouldn’t get caught. So when he caught your wonderful smell in the breeze he bolted towards it. Just to watch, he thought to himself. And he did just watch, for a while. His eyes drank in your sight as the golden afternoon sun illuminated you so perfectly. Still such a fucking bookworm, reading all the way out here. The more he looked at you the tighter his pants got, would it really be such a bad thing if he just took you away? He could steal all the books you could want if that made you happy. You’d look so cute reading by the fire before he impaled you on his dick. It wasn’t like you could get away from him, even without his new found abilities he was faster and stronger than you could ever hope to be, but now that he was supernaturally imbued there was no chance you could ever get away from him. If you screamed it was okay, there were no witnesses around for the abduction and when he was fucking you back in his den there would be no one around for miles. He readjusted his cock in his torn jeans, fully erect at the thought. He talked himself into it. It wasn’t that hard, this may be his chance to have the future with you he had missed out on previously. You started to get up to leave, placing the book you had been reading into your backpack with the rest of your books that you planned to get through. Suddenly someone rushed out from the trees and snatched your backpack before you could put it on, running with it deeper into the forest. All you could see was their back as they ran off. Axle made sure not to run too fast because he knew you would chase him without thinking to get your precious books. “Please stop! Please! There’s nothing in there other than books! Please!” You screamed and chased the figure deep into the forest, until a chill ran through you as you looked around. You no longer recognized where you were and it was getting ever darker. Axle could have just used force to bring you this far, but he was enjoying playing with you like he used to. Just as you began to turn around and give up on the figure before you he turned around and was on you in an instant.

You recognized him immediately as you saw his face before he put his arm around your neck and licked up your neck creepily. You’d never forget who those mischievous eyes, cruel smirk, snake bite piercings and spiky punk style blond hair that was shaved at the sides belonged to.  

“A-Axle!? What the heck!? Let go! Wh-what do you want with me,” your voice was filled with fear and your eyes began to water, threatening to cry. “Well, you were in my neighborhood and I thought we could catch up~” You kept struggling in his grip, but you were winded from the chase earlier. What he said made no sense, there were no nearby homes, but you were a bit too busy to really contemplate his words. You punch and kicked at him but he just laughed like he had just heard the most hilarious joke, it would have been very insulting if being in a dark forest being manhandled by your old bully wasn’t so terrifying. Axle moved his arm around your neck then ruffled your hair, something about the gesture made you think he wasn’t out to just kill you. But then he gripped your arm tighter and started dragging you deeper into the woods. Your writhing and struggles to free yourself from his iron grasp did nothing to slow him down in the least. There was still a long way to go though, and instead of dragging you and hurting your much more delicate arms he hoisted you into his arms and slung you over his shoulder before starting to run at a speed not normal for a human. This also had the added benefit of scaring you and making you cry those adorable tears of yours. You kicked and screamed the whole time he held you, but the only thing you managed to accomplish was a severely sore throat and further exhaustion. In only a few short minutes Axle covered quite a distance with you. Not tired or out of breath at all despite the speed he ran at or the fact that he was carrying an entire adult on his shoulders. When he arrived at the cave he sat you down on a large bundle of stolen pillows, coats, blankets, and other soft materials. “W-where are we? Wh-why did you bring me here,” you asked almost unintelligibly through the hoarseness of your voice and the fear causing you to stammer. The fear you felt actually tugged a tiny bit at Axle’s heart, he just wanted to teasingly scare you, not make you all terrified. Poor little wimp. His little wimp, he thought, feeling a bit fluttery. Axle sat down beside you and roughly pulled you into his lap before caressing your arm and holding you close, in a manner he thought may be comforting. “What are you d-d-doing!? I don’t like this!” You were, understandably, immensely uncomfortable. Your former bully had his hands all over you. Did he think this was a hilarious prank? And why did he live in a cave? Was he a serial killer that lived in the woods in search of victims?? With each question your heartbeat increased.   Axle could hear your heartbeat. Still so sweet and fearful, just like you always had been~ But he didn’t want you to only associate him with fear and have a heart attack every time he held you. “Shhh, babe, shhh. It’s alright. I promise I won’t hurt you okay? I’ll keep you nice and safe~” Apparently he was not tactful enough to realize that licking and sucking at your oh so sensitive neck, was not very soothing to you. When you thrashed more and not less he got the memo and just held you close instead. There would be time for other stuff later. Right now holding you was enough, drinking in your scent like it was booze, and it was almost more intoxicating. He laid down on his side and pulled a very confused and scared you close to him once more, his arms hugging you tightly as if clinging to a life preserver. While Axle had never slept better than that night with you in his arms you stayed up until sheer exhaustion forced you into a troubled sleep. And when he woke he was so happy, he had half been worried everything had been a dream but no, you were really in his arms like you should have been for all these years. Axle wanted you to be awake so he determined that the most prudent way to wake you up was to pinch your ass. Much to his satisfaction, you woke up easily with a startled yelp, almost jolting off of the bedding. You were confused for a moment as your brain scrambled to remember where the fuck you were and why the fuck you were there instead of at home in your comfortable and familiar bed. And what had just assaulted your butt? Then the memories of the night before smacked into you like a brick wall. Axle. He had kidnapped you and spooned you all night for some unknown reason. Probably some sick prank, if he was just going to beat you up and murder you he would have done that already right? Not say all that stuff trying to comfort you before sleeping by you. Axle pulled you close and once again drew his tongue slowly up your cheek, like it was some sort of odd kiss, it creeped you out but you didn’t say anything opting instead to flinch away at his touch. “Oh come on, don’t be such a pussy, I haven’t hurt you,” he said smirking, obviously enjoying the bit of fear he caused from such a small action. “A-are you ever going to tell me why the hell you made me come here?” “What? I haven’t made you cum yet! Hahaha, I will later though.” You rolled your eyes at his juvenile joke but he just stared at you with a hungry look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m serious! Wh-why am I here, this is insane and illegal! I-I’m leaving!” You started to walk towards the path that led to the cave entrance, but Axle growled in such an animal-like and primal way while stepping forward to block your path that it frightened you into remaining still. “You’re not leaving okay, nerd? You want to know why you’re here? Well it’s so I can fuck you silly and have someone to spend time with. I’m your boyfriend and you’re my property. So sit down, read your little books by the fire, and get settled because I am going to go get us some food and when I come back we are going to eat then we are going to go at it like rabbits.” You stared at him with eyes wide, now more paralyzed than ever with fear and utter bewilderment. He couldn’t be serious could he? You didn’t want that at all, this is the piece of shit that made your entire middle and high school years an absolute horror to get through. During your stunned silence he walked up to you and kissed you quickly on the lips before rushing out of the cave to search for some food. Was he stupid on top of absolutely bat shit crazy? Did he really think you were just going to stay here to be raped by him? Did he actually believe that you would be totally okay with being abducted by your former bully and you would be so enamored with him that not only would you let him put his dick anywhere you but you would also let him be your boyfriend?? Obviously that was not going to fucking happen in any way, shape, form, or fashion. You gave him a few minutes to get far away and then you gathered your bag of reading materials and headed out of the cave that Axle called home. It was too easy, luckily you remembered the general direction back to the park and began on your merry way, running as fast as your feet could carry you. Axle, though, was not really stupid. He may have been a bit of an impulsive hothead and a brute, but he was not without some intelligence. He figured you would almost certainly try to escape while he was out and about and he kept his hunt somewhat near the cave, and down wind from it. Once you left the shelter the wind quickly carried your scent right to his powerful nose. He could smell you so clearly and immediately made a beeline for your precise location. You had thought things were going well, you had put significant distance between you and the cave and were sure he would not be able to catch up to you. But you heard some rustling through the grass and a snap of twigs. You turned around and saw him coming right for you with unholy speed, Axle. Somehow he managed to close the distance between the two of you much faster than should have been possible before lunging and tackling you to the forest floor. This time you didn’t even bother struggling once he had a hold of you. Once more he slung you over his shoulder, smirking this time as you went limp, that was good. At the very least you were learning you could not fight him. Now you only had to learn you couldn’t run either. He wasn’t worried, you were a nerd after all, you would learn quickly. Before you knew it you were back in the cave, he placed you carefully on the rocky floor. You looked at him curiously wondering what he was going to do to you. He responded only with a shit eating grin. He began trying to take off your pants and clothes, and you struggled as much as you could. Which disappointed him, he thought you would have realized that he could always over power you, he had always been able to. Axle let out another beastly growl and that seemed to get the message across, this was happening. As he undid his belt you began to fear the worst, you were sitting naked below him as he was about to whip out his dick, what else could you expect to happen? You began to cry and plead for him not to rape you. He used his belt to tie up your arms before he pulled his pants down slightly. You stared at him as he stood before you with his prick aimed directly at you. Before you could figure out what he was doing he unleashed a hot stream piss all over your naked body. The smell was pungent and you gagged a bit as some of the fluid found its way into your mouth, he must have been holding it for a while because he completely drenched you. Axle had a devilish grin. “This should help remind you of your place. You are my little bitch got it? The scent will make it much easier to smell you and keep anyone else away. And I doubt you will try to scurry off without clothes.” Your abductor laughed maniacally as he emptied your books out on the table and took the bag. He placed all your clothing in it before slinging it around his back. “Be a good little weakling and wait here. Not that you have a choice,” he said as he departed. Axle made a mental note to scent mark you like that regularly, you covered in his scent made him almost lose control and breed you right then and there. But you both needed food, you were a fragile little thing he desperately wanted to take good care of and keep healthy and you would both need your energy for the all night fuck fest he had planned. Back on the floor of the cavern you were defeated, your face wet with tears and piss. You reeked of him and the fluid was becoming dry and sticky in places. This wasn’t fair, what had you done to deserve this. You never bothered anyone, you were a sweet person who just wanted to be lost in their books. You lay on that floor, stiff, stinking, and sticky for what felt like hours until Axle returned, but in reality he had only been gone around fifty or so minutes. He sauntered in with a hand that held a bundle of dead rabbits, and another hand full of foraged vegetables, fruits, and nuts. You wondered how he had caught anything. He did not seem to have any weapons or traps around. “Ah, there’s my good little bitch, I see you stayed in place for me.” Axle took his haul of food into another room of the cavern, presumably a larder or kitchen of some sort, before coming back and tending to you. He undid the belt binding your arms and was about to clean you up, but something about you stopped him. He paused and took a moment to just stare at you, so obedient, so drenched in his scent, so good for him. A perfect little mate. And a perfect mate needed to be bred and marked in the most permanent manner possible. Forgetting his plans to feed the both of you and then go at it later that night sniffed at you and let out a low growl. He needed to mate his bitch. Now. You were limp as a rag doll as he picked you up and put you in the pile of bedding material, despite the gross “scent marking” that he had applied to you not even being rinsed off yet. You felt Axle’s warm tongue carefully licking at your crotch, occasionally he broke away to kiss your soft thighs. His strong hands roamed every inch of your flesh that they could reach. He was like an animal as he began lapping at your entrance, stretching you out and getting you ready for mating. When his tongue slid into you it finally elicited a response and broke you out of your catatonic state. You tried to push him away to no avail, though he did take a moment to look up at all the commotion. As you looked at him you realized he almost seemed a bit larger than he was earlier, and had he always had that stubble, you could have swore that he had been clean shaven. Not that you had been in the best emotional state to make such careful observations. But then you saw a change made before your very eyes, and there was no denying it. His previously brown eyes had turned a fierce glowing yellow and as drool pooled and dripped at the corners of his mouth his teeth grew longer and sharper. Now you were really scared, more terrified than you had been since your kidnapping, what was this beast? Meanwhile Axle was running almost entirely on instinct, he had a vague sense of self but his impulses were simply too strong for him to ignore. The more you struggled the more he felt the unbearable need to prove himself to you. You were denying him as his mate so he had to show you how strong and capable he was, he had to be the mightiest he could be so you would be happy with him and have no doubts who the strongest man for you was. No doubt who owned you. He continued to transform into a full blown werewolf right before your very eyes. His clothing tore away as they were ripped apart by the muscles bulging out beneath, thick blonde fur covered every inch of his body, claws grew from his nails, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him and his ears grew longer. His erect cock became canine like in nature and his musky nuts sung below, full of potent seed to fill you with. You screamed in terror and tried to kick him away but the beast that was formerly Axle would not allow itself to be denied. Had to mate you. Had to prove himself as a good partner. Had to show you he was powerful, could keep you safe. You tried to kick him away but this only cemented in his mind the absolute need to subdue you and yew his. During his shift into his strongest form you had managed to scoot away from him, he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back towards him, you tried to grab at anything you could to stop him, futilely throwing pillows and blankets at him in a last ditch hail Mary attempt to get away, but it was as hopeless as all your other attempts. When he had you under him he forced you into a mating press and shoved his hard cock to the hilt inside of your drool slickened hole. Once he was deep inside he let loose another wave of piss. Had to mark your insides as his property. Had to. Needed to make sure no one else thought about using his property. His mate. His. After Axle had once again marked you with his urine he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. But he quickly got tired of the pace, werewolves were not exactly known for restraint, especially when so deeply under the spell of their instincts. You yelped as he painfully shoved himself in and out of your quickly sore hole. Precum, drool, and piss leaked out of you and down his shaft and balls as he bred you, his huge nut sack slapping your ass with every thrust. Luckily you had been so well lubed by all of his fluids or else you would have been in extreme pain. You were ashamed to admit it but your body was betraying you and the railing you were receiving from this barely human monster was beginning to feel amazing. His knot was slowly swelling within you, creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But interrupting any climax you were making your way towards was Axle as he nuzzled your neck with his wet nose before aggressive licking and nipping at it. But he did not stop there, he had to mark you, make you his mate, claim you in every way, you’d look even more beautiful wearing his claim. So without hesitation or forethought for the consequences of turning you into a werewolf, he bit down at the nape of your neck. Hard. You cried out in a startled shock as he licked away the blood from your fresh wound. He had to comfort his mate. Had to. He didn’t stop licking until your tears lessened and you seemed relatively calm. The entire time he was biting you though he was still fucking you at a moderate pace, and he finally came to the beautiful sound of your overstimulated cries and whimpers. You were so good for him. Perfect fragile little bitch made to be filled up full of his seed and protected by him. You felt a growing pressure inside of you as his knot reached full size, binding the two of you together, and his cock throbbed deep within you as it shot rope after rope of warm semen. You had not gotten your climax yet though, and he couldn’t accept that, you had taken his so so well, you had been such a good mate, the perfect breeding bitch, you even took his mark and everything. Even if it wasn’t by choice. You deserved to feel pleasure. So Axle rocked his hard knot back and forth inside you, as much as he could move it with it at the size that it was, and slowly coaxed an orgasm from your hot mess of a body. He stopped when he felt it and heard you moan and whimper loudly, your voice full of pleasure. After achieving his goal of pumping his wimpy bookworm full he finally regained clarity of mind and his instincts lost their grip on his actions. He realized what he had done and was a bit embarrassed he had lost control like that. He had planned to very slowly ease you into the truth about being a werewolf. Still, he couldn’t argue with the results, you passed out under him from all the sensations he had brought to you, and him on top of you with his cock tight and snug within your hot depths. He was not in the least worried about you being a werewolf, it would only make you more dependent on him, you did not know the first thing about being one. And if you ever did escape he could always overpower you. He was stronger than you when you were both humans and he would remain stronger than you in any form. You would always be Axle’s bitch.  

[marveloustimestwo]

Hii! I got this idea after I woke up so, I'm sorry if it's a little messy. What if Remus, Sirius and James fall for the same reader? Any of them know about the yandere tendencies of each other (they never talk about it cause they thought the others would judge him) but one day they found each other while stalking the reader? 🤔

Finally got something out! Thank you for your patience and the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes, talk of stalking

I think that each of them is slightly different in how they fall for you and figure out that the others have done the same.

Both Sirius and James are fast to start obsessing over you, yet there is absolutely no shaking them out of it.

We're given hints as to what James acted like with Lily. He pursued her for years, very persistent and firm despite her showing zero interest, and at times, only irritation for him.

I talked about Sirius's behavior during a couple of my writing events, but he's very outwardly passionate about his darling, as well as the most dangerous out of the three of them.

He's impulsive, aggressive, and oftentimes jealous. While James isn't as eager to hurt others who talk to you, Sirius will jinx, hex, and bully anyone who he deems as a threat (which can be almost anyone).

As for Remus, he's not as quick to fall. He likely sees how foolishly his friends are acting and questions how you've brought this out in them.

Trying to figure out the answer to such a question leads him to an obsession of his own.

He's not as bold as Sirius and James are. He's quieter and reserved, and he can actually be very charming when it comes to you.

While obsessed, he leans toward the softer side, and not many will see his yandere tendencies (though he can get worse towards the full moon. More possessive and aggressive if he thinks someone is threatening you.)

As for stalking you, all of them have a certain fondness for it.

For Sirius, stalking you can be pretty easy. He's an animagus, after all, and people won't really question seeing a stray dog on Hogwarts grounds. Soon enough you'll start to call this dog a friend with how often you see him, unaware that it's Sirius trying to get close to you.

Don't worry, Sirius quite enjoys the pets.

For James and Remus, though, it can be more difficult to stalk you.

While James is an animagus, his is much less discreet than Sirius's. He can't exactly follow you around without getting a lot of weird stares. A giant stag isn't as normal to see in the hallways of Hogwarts as a dog is.

However, when you're going for a walk outside through Hogwart's spacious grounds or are attending a Care for Magical Creatures class, you will occasionally see James following you around.

While it may be a bit odd to see a stag, you can't really question it when it's out in nature, can you? After all, Hogwarts is home to quite a few non-magical animals too.

And poor Remus doesn't really have a good way to stalk you discreetly. Unlike his friends, he's not an animagus. His lycanthropy is only during the full moon, and he never does have control of himself then.

Instead, he just does so the normal way.

However, despite Remus not really having a subtle way to stalk you, he would likely be the one to figure out the others are doing it first.

As I said, he's the last to fall, and he knows his friends quite well.

His way of stalking forces him to be smart. He has to stay hidden in fear of you or someone else seeing him.

Considering this, Remus is likely the first to spot the others while they're all stalking you, and it was funny seeing the familiar forms of a dog and a stag following you out on your walk.

Sirius was the next to figure it out. His animagus has the sharpest nose out of them, so smelling both Remus and James close by was a dead giveaway.

And James, as focused as he was on you, was quite confused when Sirius and Remus cornered him suddenly, and he was afraid that they might snitch on him.

Only for Remus to spill out exactly what's been happening. How each one of them has been obsessing over and stalking you for months now.

It doesn't take long for them to come to an agreement. The three of them are about the only people each of them would share their darling with, with only a couple of exceptions.

The amount of trust they have in each other is unrivaled, and soon, so is their ability to woo, and if necessary, kidnap their darling.

As a unit, these three are very dangerous.

[the-broken-truth]

Yandere Werewolf Vanessa: The Spoils of the Hunt

Broken Truth (Dramatically): I am ashamed! I have been 'slipping off my pimping'! I have been blessed with amazing fanart by @security-breach-imagines and I have not been writing for them! I am not worthy of amazing art... but I have been busy and now that I have calmed down a bit, I shall write for the amazing fanart! Now, let the words weave together for this awesome art of Yandere Werewolf Vanessa!!!

[Y/N's] House - Around 10:45 at Night]

The light of the Full Moon reflected off [Y/N's] eyes as they looked at the large space rock through the window from the comfort of their bedroom; tonight was a lovely night...but it was also a dangerous night for it was the night of the wolf.

Or, in this case - The Night the wolf came out of [Y/N's] Loving Girlfriend, Vanessa.

A few years ago, Vanessa was attacked while going to camp, and the curse of lycanthropy was passed to her human form, turning her into something more dangerous than an average human. Every full moon, Vanessa transformed and wasn't able to be with [Y/N] out of fear that she would hurt them, but tonight would be different. Earlier that night, [Y/N] was getting ready for bed when they got a call from Vanessa, stating that she would see them later that night and she had a surprise for them. That made [Y/N] both interested and afraid because Vanessa would be in her werewolf form and there would be none that could protect [Y/N] from her, but at the same time, Vanessa was cursed for years now; she must have been able to come to her human senses in that form... Hopefully.

'Maybe I should call Freddy and the others, and see how they are doing while I wait for Nessa.' [Y/N] thought as they reached over for their phone and dialed Freddy Fazbear's Number before placing the phone on speaker and waiting...

One ring...

Two rings...

Three, Four, Then Five Rings...

One more ring...and the voicemail kicked up.

"You reached the phone of Freddy Fazbear. I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message, I'll be sure to call you back. Have a nice day."

[Y/N] did the same with the others - Monty, Roxy, and Chica - but they didn't answer the phone.

"Why aren't they answering their phones?" They asked themselves.

"Trying to replace me, Love?" A voice came from the threshold. [Y/N] dropped the phone and looked in the direction of the door and there stood a towering figure with furry forearms and claws instead of hands but the uniform made it clear who it was.

"Nessa?" [Y/N] asked with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow. A purr came from the figure as they walked out of the darkness and into the light of the room, revealing Vanessa in her security uniform with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a smirk on her face, showing her sharp teeth and blood on her cheeks.

"Nessa! You're bleeding!" [Y/N] said as they rushed to Vanessa with a cloth in their hand to wipe the blood off, but Vanessa stopped them.

"It's not my blood, love. I was hunting this evening." Vanessa stated as then reached out and trapped [Y/N] in a hug, "But it's sweet that you care about me, My Darling." Vanessa nuzzled [Y/N], causing them to rest their head on Vanessa's shoulder with a yawn - after a long day of work...they were tired.

'Sleep, my lovely pup. Come morning, you and I will remain together forever...and those sacks of meat will never bother us again.' Vanessa smirked as she held her prize - the spoils of the hunt.

[sp0tz-4nd-c1awz]

Blog rules! Read it plz!

Lets start off with DNI why not!

People who ship these:

Tanjiro x Nezuko

Tanjiro or any other minor x Adult

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People who i will NEVER take part with::

P3d0s

Z00ph1l3s

Adult x child/minor shippers

Mary sues/Billy bobs(over powered people in general)

Roleplay R@p!s+

Homophobes/Transphobes

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Muses(for genderswaps i put the name after said character)

Kiyhanto(main oc- Status: Revenant)

Yuusano(Entertaianment district Oc)

Zeji (spider demon oc)

Vox (tigress demoness oc)

Hikari(blinded woman)

Hayai (cheetah Lycanthrope)

Yuuzuki (wind tsugoku, and demoness of metal)

Sabito - Sabichi

Giyuu - Yuishiji

Shinobu

Kiymarxi(genderbent kiyhanto)

Special muses only certains can rp with:

Gyomei - Gyomiji

Mitsuri

Makomo

Tsutako

Sanemi - Sanoko

Obanai - Obanajio

Muichi - Muichino

Kyojuro - Kyojura

Tengen - Tenguri

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Rps allowed:

Aus(Fantasy, mermaid/siren, batim, ect)

Nsfw(either to be in dms(ask for the said characters of yuusani, sabichi, shinobu) (kiy is married, she isn't gonna be rping nsfw), or tagged with Nsfw)

Yandere

Rare ships

Oc x Cc

Cc x Cc(goes with rare ships if you want to ship- NO MINOR X ADULT OR CHILD X ADULT)

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People i hold dear to me(online family, or besties): @m1stb0i, @frosty-lycanthropy @mistedlove @paintoreos @akane-hikarashi

@ask-susamaru-anything

Thats all! And yes this isn't proofread

Other bloG :@xx-nak1m3k1tty-xx

[killemwithkawaii]

Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson 🧸🚬

General Headcanons

A few pierced!Sal and pierced!Larry hcs If Sal and Larry had a band, what would it be called? If the boys had gradual but permanent lycanthropy... Sal and Larry babysitting someone on a psychedelic trip What are Sal and Larrys favorite pizza toppings? ✨NEW✨

X reader (various polycules)

Being a groupie for Sal and Larrys garage band Going to Prom with Sal and Larry Sal and Larry comfort you when you’re feeling down Y/n in a triad with Larry and Sal

Yandere Sal and Larry x reader (#Double Trouble)

Being in a relationship with both Scary-Larry and Love-Sick Sally Double Trouble and their darling with a tickle kink Double Trouble and their tied up Fem!S/O Double Trouble being rejected by their darling Double Troubles darling has a bad day at work Double Trouble dealing with their darlings bully Double-Trouble with a darling who is the soft mom friend Double Trouble with a himedere s/o How Double Trouble would go about kidnapping their Darling Love-sick Sally and Scary Larry find out their darling is a witch

[weredarling]

✧ Tags ✧

Original Content

#mine❤︎ - All my original stuff :3

#yandere thoughts - All my obsessive text posts <3

#hxppy thxxghts - this is my vent tag. i don’t really care if you rb but they are a little more personal.

#about her - I’m still getting over some things.

#ask game - Fun things you can ask me if you’d like! :)

Potentially Triggering Tags

#knife

#blood

#tw! sh

#tw! pastel gore

Reblog Tags

#aes✧❀ - the most common reblog, general aesthetic stuff

#／(=･ x ･=)＼ - the ‘me’ tag, posts that get me.

# ♡♡♡ - all i could ever want from a lover 💕 this is how i wish someone felt about me aha

#(^. .^)/ - cat girl moment

#☾ - werecreature stuff! all things lycanthropy and beastly :3

#Long post - Very rarely used but available if you want to block!

#Piccrew

[proship-moodboards]

lycanthropy & blixer self ship yandere themed board for anon

[angelyuji]

Yandere Miles with a monster S/O would be cool. Maybe a werewolf, since they could help Miles patrol Brooklyn at night. And it’s quite funny that Miles thinks that you’re this fragile angel then he realizes you COULD kick his ass if you wanted to.

bestie istg i cannot tell you how hard i laughed at the look on his face when ur a whole werewolf 😭 also all the information i know about werewolves is from harry potter and supernatural, so forgive me if this sounds different from what you imagined.

cw // yandere behavior, stalking, werewolves, breaking and entering

·         miles would find out about your… “abilities” while he stalking watching you

·         he’s obviously shocked and confused

·         why didn’t you tell him?

·         even though you’ve never talked to him before or like knew he existed, he still feels betrayed

·         however, he’s not scared of you, but scared for you

·         he’s scared that someone else will see you and try to kill you

·         “ganke, they’re gonna get hurt. someone will catch them while they’re out and i’m gonna lose the love of my life!”

·         “out where? miles, what are you talking about? what’s wrong with (y/n)?”

·         “n-nothing’s wrong with them. i’m just worried about them.”

·         “…right...well, i’m sure they’re fine.”

·         he uses this new information to watch over as you transform to make sure you’re safe

·         (he’ll also figure out the symptoms you get from your lycanthropy and drop cards, medicine, food, and different items in your locker whenever you’re sick)

·         if he ever ended up going against you in werewolf form, he’ll try his best to make sure to subdue you without hurting you

·         it doesn’t matter to him how strong you are or how efficient you are at hiding your secret, he’ll still worry about you and believe that he needs to protect you

·         “wtf, why did spiderman tie me up?”

·         miles would never confront you about your illness

·         he doesn’t want to expose something that brought you so much suffering and use that to his advantage

·         miles is a really nice yandere ngl

·         “ganke, do you wanna make sweaters for (y/n)?”

·         “no, i got some new games.”

·         “ok, then you play and i’ll make some sweaters.”

·         even if you eventually found out about his alter-ego and offered to help him patrol, he would never let you

·         like i said before, the last thing he wants to do is put you in danger

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i wanted to make this more funnier, but my yan writing is usually more angsty, so i decided to make this not angsty and just yan!miles being cute and protective. anyways if you couldn’t tell, i based y/n on harry potter werewolves, like the getting sick before turning. hope you enjoyed, anon!

[yanderecandystore]

I'm curious, remember that werewolf ask? What would've happened if werewolf!reader had attacked the bullies and given them lycanthropy?

At first I got confused- But that's already normal cause I'm dumb-

Sure thing boo :3

TW/Tags: referring to [🐺🐇🌷] // I'll make this kinda short // mentions of slightly nsfw stuff (scent, marking/biting/licking, etc) // blackmailing, guilt tripping //

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Oh No- [Yandere!Bully OCS (werewolves) Werewolf!Reader - Headcanon]:

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Oh no! This was totally something he didn't want to happen- Oh no…. (Sarcasm).

Listen, he didn't want to get bitten, but being a werewolf as well? Well- It's not exactly a dream come true, but it sure sounds like an interesting time-waster.

Although he may consider punishing you for biting him by making you do stuff for him, being a freak like you it's already a great punishment.

Come on, you won't let him all alone having to deal with it by himself, will you? Would you be so heartless to do that? You know he can literally track you down more easily now, right?

He may not be able to fully understand his wolf side yet, but he is 100% sure that he would still be stronger than you, so be a sweetheart, and be kind with your new buddy, will you?

He loves to make you remember how he can still make you pay for what you did by exposing you, granted that it would probably end up backfiring on himself now that he is a beast like you.

His first transformation reminds you of your first time transforming. It was horrible to watch him in pain, but so terrifyingly sweet to see him be in a position like that, after all- He did kinda deserve some of it, probably not all of it though.

You were there to guarantee he wouldn't do something stupid, and surprisingly, all that he did in his werewolf form was- Take a nap.

Take a nap on top of you, sure, but still- Just a nap. It wasn't good but it surely wasn't bad, at least his fur smelled nice.

And speaking of smelling, geez! If he couldn't get enough of your presence already, there he goes breathing your scent like it's oxygen. His senses are better now, yet his wolf brain can't focus on anything but you. Because you are soft, small, and your scent is so nice to him.

Human thoughts going through a wolf brain that can only think of food, nap, and the little munching you he has. Of course it would be safer for you to transform into a wolf to help him, but not only do you not control every time it happens- But there is also the possibility of him getting the wrong idea when seeing another wolf near him.

He may lash out, thinking you're invading his territory, or even- I don't know, get the odd idea about seeing another one of his kind near him. You didn't want to think about it, but there was a possibility of him instantly recognizing you as mate material- If not prey material.

That's kinda hilarious to think about, how would he even consider that? It's not like Adrien would see you as nothing as a prey for bullying, right?

Even if you don't want to do it, I think it's impossible for you to not help him- I mean, really, would you leave a potential killing machine all by itself? Do you really want to deal with that kind of guilt? Shame on you!

Adrien would love to simply sleep on you and never wake up, but his new form is starting to get a lot of intentions that aren't all that- Wholesome, if you know what I mean.

Werewolf Adrien would be more than happy to simply bite you and mark you right there, even if he wouldn't know what that meant he still felt very tempted in trying. But instead he optioned for licking, just getting a taste of you in his half asleep state.

You end up having a bigger werewolf than yourself, lay on top of you like you are some kind of pillow and lick your face constantly… This isn't the best way to spend your Saturday night, but hey! It could be worse.

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Alexandra may know a lot about wolves, but she knows absolutely nothing about being a werewolf. This is completely new to her, and she would need some guidance before creating some sort of havoc (not that she wouldn't do regardless of guidance or not).

How dare you bite her? How dare you mark her in such a way?! And more importantly why did you stop….

The idea of punishing you is very fresh on her mind, and mixed with her new found senses- Oh boy! If it doesn't sound good to make you pay in double for the trouble you caused her!

Alexandra wouldn't expect herself to be stronger than you, but I guess it's just a given- After all, she is better than you already in many aspects, why would this one be any different, darling?

Just so you know, Alexandra will totally blackmail you into helping her understand what it's happening to her- If you didn't, she would expose you for being a werewolf in plain sight! So play nicely and HELP HER!! Please, the girl can't even paint her nails without thinking about how her claws would end up getting muddy and nasty the next morning.

Werewolf Alexandra is just as active and chaotic as she already is- Good luck while keeping her away from the public while also distracting her from causing destruction on purpose, you'll need it.

Although she is more interested in exploring all the abilities that come with this, she can't lie that something has been bugging her… You smell so nice sometimes, and even when she is not in her wolf form, she still smells that same cursed but blessed scent all over you.

It sounds so nasty, even to her- But, hey, she could get used to it.

I think you should tell her about the implications of marking one another, how one bad move and it could look not exactly as "playful teasing" as she calls it. But then again, it's Alexandra we are talking about, she'll totally get even more tempted into marking you if you said anything about mates and stuff-

It seems like taking care of Alexandra is a lot easier than you think, but only if you play nice with her. I suppose you're the one being played with whenever she is involved.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[tinymonsterlover]

Naughty - Mason Lawrence x Fem!Reader

Smut, Primal Play, Lycanthropy, Yandere, Mason's Duality, Dirty Talk, Fem!Reader (Can upload w different pronouns upon request!), Dominance

You didn't know he was so good at this.

But what did you expect?

You knew of his affliction, his condition, and yet you still weren't ready for the sheer amount of skill and predator drive this man had.

You had been running for what felt like days, legs aching and feet practically killing you with every step you took, but you knew he was close.

You could hear his body weight moving through brush, keeping a perfect pace with you.

"You know, Y/N, I can do this all night. It'd be so much easier to give up and let me just have you, darlin', you know I'll make you feel good."

His voice was sweet and familiar and it almost made you cave.

It would be easy, it'd be so easy to just give yourself up, to let him pick you up and carry you back home, his strength and speed outmatched yours by ten.

Your legs were threatening to give out from underneath you, threatening to make you stumble as you rushed through the woods, the city lights from Maple Grove fading behind you.

You knew he wouldn't let you get too far, the more you pushed towards Owensville the harder he'd come after you, but that was the exciting part of the game.

Part of you wondered if you could actually make it, if you could break through the treeline and emerge into the quiet neighborhoods of the next town over.

The two of you had all night and absolutely nothing better to do.

"I said give the fuck up and just let me take you already!"

Mason's voice changed, the man you loved replaced with the beast inside that you also loved.

A nearby howl tore through the air, rattling your eardrums with its intensity.

Your chest rattled.

It was akin to standing in front of the speakers at a concert.

Your heart sped up until you could feel your pulse pounding beneath your skin, your legs throbbing in unison with pain and soreness.

"Baby doll, I can smell you, you know that right?" Mason crooned, "I can smell your fucking slick."

He caught you off guard, the ache between your legs sending a shockwave to your core, you stopped paying attention for a split second and that's when your body fell forward.

You managed to flip over a log, falling face-first into the dense, autumnal foliage that peppered the ground with patches of crisp, red leaves.

You almost screamed, the urge boiling up in your chest, that primal sensation begged to let loose a shrill cry into the night, but you knew he'd hear you.

You had another thought. One that would give your limbs a break.

You just hoped he wasn't too close behind.

When Mason caught up to you, your plan had worked.

"I fucking smell you, rabbit. I hear your little heart just pounding away. I wonder where on earth you could be?"

He snarled, looking for you behind the nearby trees.

He was impeccable.

He circled each one slowly, making sure you weren't somehow outrunning him.

One of your hands was clasped over your mouth, ensuring that any noise you could have possibly made was muffled, though you felt like your heartbeat was echoing through the forest.

"Darlin', I wish you'd stop bein' so naughty and just come on out. It's getting late, dollface, don't you wanna go home? Huh? Don't you just wanna cuddle up with me and Bodhi?"

His voice echoed, though he was still on high alert, he managed to sound so concerned.

So genuine.

"C'mon little moon, I know you're tired baby. Let me make love to you and tuck you in all nice, I'll even carry 'ya home, sugar."

There was a moment of silence before he turned around, face having morphed slightly into something not entirely human.

"Where are you at, rabbit?! Oh, when I find you, do you have any idea what you're in for? Huh? I'm going to utterly fuck you into the dirt. That's right. Right here. Right in these leaves. I'll fucking mating press you!" He roared, a frustrated huff tearing through his chest.

He rotated again, eyes fixating on a tree branch snapping in the distance, though it wasn't you.

He chuckled and in what felt like the blink of an eye, he was off again.

You could hear him in the distance.

"Did I fuckin' find you sweetheart? Something smells so scared. You don't have to be afraid, darling. I'm only going to breed you."

The woods fell silent for a moment until you heard a beastly curse, birds flying out of nearby trees as a mother deer and her fawn took off, running from the direction Mason had ran off to.

He was back, face back to normal for now, but he was sniffing the air.

You noticed the massive bulge in his loose fitting jeans, straining against the fabric.

He placed a large, warm palm over his tented cock and let out a low groan that barely sounded like your boyfriend.

"God, darlin', you really do smell so damn good all slick for me. I know now, I know you're right here. C'mon out, baby, I ain't gonna bite 'ya, not yet anyway," his voice cooed softly, accent thick with his need.

You shifted your weight, thighs pressed together at the sight of him, lightly shaking his thick cock in his hand as if he were bribing you with it.

A loud crack echoed in the breeze.

Fuck.

You shifted your weight too hard and the branch under you cracked.

He knew now that you had scaled a tree, he just didn't know which one.

You never knew if he could climb trees.

You knew he rock climbed often, but perhaps he somehow didn't know how to scale an oak.

You were wrong.

He grunted and his body shifted up the tree to your right, little to no effort.

He perched unnaturally, sitting up on a hefty branch and surveying the forest floor.

The sun had started to set hours ago, but the oncoming darkness made this game so much more ominous.

That, paired with the yellow glare of Mason's eyes.

He looked right over at you and a toothy grin took over his face, almost unnaturally wide.

"Found you."

His eyes gleamed as his tongue flicked over his teeth.

You knew now that he wasn't lying about how he was going to fuck you into the dirt.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Wereiplier AU

Lycanthropes

Dark

Dire Werewolf

Has thick, black, scruffy fur that helps him blend with the shadows.

Under his fur though are a lot of messy scars that have never fully healed.

His eyes are red/blue swirls

Wilford

Pink Werejaguar

Has a fluffy white stomach and snout (which has v light pink fur--shaping a small mustache)

Eyes are pale-yellow

Actor

Barbary Werelion

Has reddish-brown fur and black eyes

He’s very prideful about being the only one of his kind (as a lycan)

Keeps a fur coat that resembles the darker fur on his lycan form

Yandere

Boreno Bay Werecat

Has blood-red fur

Very secretive about his hunts and whatnot

Eric

Clouded Wereleopard

His father Derek is one too

Likes to collect blankets, though he’s attached to a particular yellow one

An accident left his hindlegs deformed and scarred

Priest

Werewolf

Has black, mattered fur with a white stomach

A white ring around his neck is extra fluffy, resembling his cleric collar

Has golden eyes, although one was shot out after an incident with fireworks

Bim

Werewendigo (a wendigo infected w/ lycanthropy)

Has black fur with a purplish sheen to it

In lycan form his head is a skull with glowing pale-blue eyes, and his hands are frostbitten.

As a human he has sharp, pointed teeth and skin layered in frost

Host

Wild Weredog

Relies mainly on hearing, as he’s blind in both eyes.

Has a white “mask” around the eyes instead of the usual black

Sylvester

Silver Werecoyote

Has some black spots around his eyes, resembling a mask

Wears a black cape almost all the time

V shy, but quick and stealthy at nighttime

Illinois

Maned Werewolf

Has long legs and arms in lycan form, allowing him to evade traps easily

Is also excellent at sniffing them out and knowing if bait is poisoned

Yancy

Moon Werebear

Usually neutral, but can be easily provoked into a fight

Has a bandaid on the bridge of his nose

In human form he’s got bear-themed tattoos (eg. a pawprint on his neck and “MOON” “BEAR” on his knuckles

[siswritesyanderes]

How about Yandere!Remus? Would his lycanthropy be partially responsible? Would the phase of the moon have a direct influence of how possessive would he be of his crush at given moment?

Wow, you’re on a roll, lol.

One of the most important things to consider about Remus is that almost everything has to do with his lycanthropy in some way; he was bitten when he was very young, and from that point on he was set up to be a social pariah. The reason he’s so loyal to Dumbledore is because it was so outside the norm for him to even be invited to school.

So yeah, once you give him a chance, you unlock an eternal devotion, and him actually genuinely liking you as a person just amplifies that devotion. The only thing in the way is his shame; he doesn’t want to condemn you to a life with a werewolf.

So at first, he is completely behind the scenes. He doesn’t talk to you or seek out your attention; he just sends little favors your way. Maybe some things that you’ve mentioned wanting appear in your bag, or a library book that you’ve been searching for for almost an hour happens to be on your table when you return.

Then, at a point, he realizes that he isn’t satisfied with just making you happy anymore. Watching you be happy without him has lost some of its appeal. Incidentally, it happens to be very close to a full moon when he realizes that seeing other people talk to you makes him irritable. He is alarmed when he catches himself fantasizing about tricking some of your friends and admirers into visiting the Shrieking Shack before he wolfs out…fantasizes about returning to his human form only to see the shredded remains of that boy who is always making you laugh…

He must really be a monster.

And that is ultimately when the yandere key is turned; once he stops trying not to be a monster and just decides to be your monster, there’s no turning back.

The next time you sit at your table at the library, the book you came to find is not the only thing that awaits you. There is also a boy with brown hair and scars on his face. He looks at peace, even expectant.

“Hello,” you say to him inquisitively.

“H-…” Suddenly, he is blushing. “Hi.” Oh Merlin. He was not ready. He runs before you can say anything.

The next attempt, a few days later, he at least doesn’t flee straightaway.

“Hi again.”

“I’m Remus Lupin,” he announces, a bit too loudly, while thrusting his hand in your direction to shake.

You smile and shake it. “Yeah, we’ve spoken a few times; you’re in my Charms class. Flitwick loves you. Did you need anything?”

He can’t answer; his mind is replaying the way your lips looked when you said the word “love”. When he shakes himself out of his daze, he lamely agrees, “Charms,” completely forgetting that you asked a question.

You nod awkwardly.

Oh Merlin. He’s still shaking your hand. He releases it abruptly. “I, er, actually don’t know why I introduced myself. That was weird; we’ve spoken before.” Somehow, during all of his sneaking and his secret pursuit of you, he forgot that you do actually know who he is. “I’m just gonna go.”

“You don’t have t-”

But again, he’s gone.

But a bit later in the month, as the moon starts to wax, he starts to feel rougher. Emboldened. He interprets it as the Wolf growing impatient with his dallying, although he knows that isn’t how it works; the Wolf isn’t cohabiting his mind. This is just how much he wants you when his inhibitions are lowered.

He slips a dizziness draught into the food of the friend who walks you to class, and while that friend is in the Hospital Wing, he walks with you. Talks with you, and jokes. You two hit it off fairly well. When the friend leaves the Hospital Wing and tries to resume their post as your primary companion, he takes them aside and scares them away. He can be rather scary, when he wants to be; his mind is a dark place, and when he is disinclined to be kind, he can be terrifying. 

And who would believe the people who say that he’s frightened them? Every teacher loves Lupin. Everyone knows he’s quiet and polite and sickly. So what if he’s a bit…possessive with his new significant other (especially when the full moon is close)? So what if he’s clingy with them when he’s in the Hospital Wing (after the full moon, when his body is sore and weak and all he wants is you beside him at every moment)? The rest of the time, he’s so nice, even shy.

He’s a good boy. Especially now that none of your other friends talk to you anymore.

Note: I left the Marauders out of this for convenience, but if you want I could incorporate them. Also, if you wanted adult!Remus, you could let me know that, too; I chose Hogwarts Remus because it was what came to mind first, but I can go another route.

[lexiy-dreyar]

your oc's as shapes and beats boss songs

going in song order

og song

https://youtu.be/6y_NJg-xoeE

jsab ver

https://youtu.be/Jw96CEhVIv4

new game- frosghen. it's a good song to exrpesses her crazyness and hunger for power, her out of control and spuratic intake on this world makes it seem like she's on druggs. with her hyper persnalty.

og

https://youtu.be/KKRRWQq5f5E

jsab

https://youtu.be/r-T-mf4aEMY

brarracuda- cherry. her mind is out of control she always paying attention to thing an memrizing it making her mind go into a frenzzy and eventuly break. she trys to keep it in order but faills consdering that someone close came into her life thus destroying her mindset.

og

https://youtu.be/4joh_k8BMkc

jsab

https://youtu.be/_9mRP-ic9A8

lycanthropy- obara.calm and collected on the outside crazy insane on the inside. destory everything in the way even if its bysanders is his way if winning, goining all out is his way of winning, being reckless is his way of winning.

og

https://youtu.be/YIC1aK6CleE

jsab

https://youtu.be/58if_P2FmAg

close to me- star and nkita- now the reason why i put these two together in one song is beacuse there both needy. star may seem done with everyones shit {well she is} but she also needs it to show her. 'there not scared of you" or "they wont hide things from you" or "they wont leave you behind" she needs the reaureince.

and nkita. although he's a cute smexy yandere goofball. he needs to know. not know someone he cares about is close by brigs back bad memmories for when he was so close to saving his parent yet so far aswell. if he had just been a little closer he would have done it.

they losses control of there emotions and sometimes lash out {aka the carzy bragge attacks}. they were both used durring there chidhood. nkita for expraments and star beng used as a wepond of destrucktion. they just wanna know through it all that you'll stay close to them.

{{lilly: "Well that one was long..."

i couldnt think of singal ones for gem and lex sadly}}

og

https://youtu.be/usXhiWE2Uc0

jsab

https://youtu.be/NKOSKVQ8JY0

t'ill it's over-gem lexiy nkita and star- there detrmation to beat the foe in front of them. dispite being drusied and damgened the will stand tall not surender. the strangth and beleave that there fallen friends have in them keeps them going deispte all oods they wont stand down. burn,cut,blast,push,punch, kick,throw ,stab it dosent matter, they wont give up. no matter how powerfull the enamy is they will go all out togther watching out for each others backs. they'll fight t'ill it's over

[descender-pakku]

Mythical Creature Quiz

Tagged by: @radiantdescender

Tagging: @kashtara @yandere-house @morteem @shichishi-chii and anyone else interested?

Werewolf                                   

A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. Early sources for belief in lycanthropy are Petronius and Gervase of Tilbury. Getting this result, you are probably a very secretive person. You don't open up to people much and you don't outwardly talk about your problems. You tend to, however, listen to your friends talk about their problems and lend them an ear when they are in the dumps. You're practically a friend to everyone around you. You tell great stories about your experiences or what you did this weekend instead of indulging in gossip. However, you do have your dark side. There are times where you just feel like you could snap at any second or have a bitter attitude. Your natural talent of having a way of words can make your negative mood seem like the most dramatic thing ever.

[proship-moodboards]

Ahh! I don't know if I can send in my sona [ cause I dont want people to find me through them ] but may I ask for a moodboard for someone who selfships with Blixer and Lycanthropy from Just Shapes and Beats ? The basis of our ship is that I'm their ' favorite servant ' cause they both rule over the games land as royals. They are both sadistic and ' yandere ' towards me. [ Hope this is enough info to give ideas aaa,,, ]

thanks for the req! it’s right here.

I highkey wish I had the space to incorporate more of the ideas you gave me - it’s hard to find royalty aesthetics in the right color and to arrange them the way I wanted smh. I also wanted to incorporate more blood n sadistic themes but they too refused to look right. maybe one of these days I’ll toy w/ boards with more than 9 pics but rn I’m throwing the towel in as is. I hope it’s okay just the same! :’D thank you for the lovely request.