Grouchy, Physically Imposing Werewolf Bf Who Gets Protective Over You If Anyone Looks Your Way, Everyone

Werewolf bf that tries to be submissive for you. Letting you pet and cuddle him, but when it gets to the bedroom, he can't handle your scent and ends up domming you.

He tries his best to be a good boy and not scare you. he'll keep his mouth closed to hide his teeth and bow his head so you can "pet" him and mess with his ears.

he doesn't want to scare you but... I mean this isn't really natural to him. he's effortlessly intimidating, so it takes a lot of work to be "cute" for lack of a better term.

but it is worth it, he loves cuddling you and feeling your hands in his fur. it's just an effort every time he wants to be close to you.

so it's no surprise that when his restraint slips- that his "cute" mask slips too.

he really did mean to let you take the lead, but you're just so small and weak compared to him. it almost takes no effort to pin you beneath him.

He catches the way your breath catches and your heartbeat accelerates when he has you trapped. he tilts his muzzle to the side and breathes you in letting out a low growl of approval as your scent fills his nose.

"you smell so good. I don't think I can hold myself back," he warns, his claws digging into your hips, lifting them up to meet his own, so you can feel how hard he is for you already.

He holds both of your hands in one of his own, easily trapping you to the bed. you can only squirm and whimper as he trails his big tongue over the side of your neck.

"I bet I could do anything I wanted to you right now, and you'd let me, isn't that right baby?"

"y-yes," you moan, completely at his mercy.

yeah babe you look like a vampire yes you look undead i promise love can we go now

im joining the war on vampirism on the side of the vampirism

head empty js…a jock werewolf bf

a total himbo who lends you his jacket and invites you to his games and fucks you afterwards to “celebrate”.🥲

werewolf boyfriend is also "head empty"

Big werewolf boy who scans the crowd before every game, looking for you, and grins stupidly when he sees you in his jersey like you always are.

He does his best to flirt with you but god he's bad at it, "flirting" mostly amounts to telling you over and over again how happy he is to see you, how pretty you look tonight, and how good you smell.

He's so love-struck he doesn't even realize you like him back. sure you've made out a couple times- at parties or when he's just won a big game and is too excited to control himself, But I mean that's what friends do, right?

But he has hope that you like him too!! Sometimes after a game, you'll shower with him and get on your knees to suck his big werewolf cock- and he's pretty sure you're doing that because you like him, and not just to give him motivation to play well.

He still gets jealous tho- when other guys on the team talk with you, what if you end up liking one of them better and you start dating them before he even has the chance to ask you out?

You always turn them down though. Which is good, it soothes his jealousy a little bit. Still, maybe you should let him eat you out a little bit- just to prove that he's your best friend and no one else will take that spot from him.

You're so pretty when you moan and beg for his tongue. it almost gives him the confidence he needs to ask you out... almost.

Werewolf boyfriend, who FINALLY asks you to be his partner and go out with him, and- you're confused? he's confused too, what do you mean by "we've already been dating for 3 months"?

werewolf boyfriend who says he'll buy you more soap when he's out at the store today but forgets what kind you like and ends up smelling all the different kinds trying to find what smells the most like you

werewolf boyfriend who doesn't have to pretend he likes the burnt-to-a-crisp steak you made him because he's 100% eaten roadkill before while he was shifted and nothing is as bad as that.

werewolf boyfriend who slips his pack mates a couple of bucks to throw a fight so he can look cool and strong in front of you.

werewolf boyfriend who hates it when you wash the sheets because then they smell like detergent and not like the two of you

werewolf boyfriend who insists the two of you cuddle and roll around on the freshly washed sheets so that they smell normal again.

werewolf boyfriend who pulls you into his lap and presses you down so you can feel his hard cock

werewolf boyfriend who loves to have you on top so he can dig his claws into your hips while you ride him.

werewolf boyfriend who pumps his cum deep inside of you then gets on his knees and uses his long, thick tongue to eat it back out of you while your legs are still trembling.

I can’t stop thinking about the shock collar anon. It awakened a desire to be the femdom to my naughty werewolf bf

really- the shock collar isn't all that bad. Sure on a human man, it probably would sting a lot. but for a big strong Wolf like him? it's no big deal. that isn't to say that he doesn't fear the shock collar, just that it's more than a mental game.

you lay down on your bed, naked and legs spread, a remote to the shock collar in hand. Your werewolf lover sits on the floor their eyes glued to your naked body.

you start touching yourself, more just showing off your soft wet pussy than actually pleasuring yourself, and every time your werewolf lover leans in to get a closer look- or to smell the air that is thick with your arousal you shock them. good puppies sit and watch. good puppies take what they get. and if they're good- they might just get a reward. if you're feeling generous that is.

Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them. 

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy. 

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often. 

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid. 

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you. 

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t  

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit. 

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side. 

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human. 

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping. 

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant. 

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand. 

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise. 

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods. 

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

🥲 i cant stop thinking abt reducing a werewolf who’s in heat to a begging mess. like listen he js wants to fuck you and you won’t let him?? but he’s been such a good boy?? he’d start whining and whimpering like a puppy. ears laid back, he’s so desperate for you. so you agree to let him fuck you on one condition : he has to use his muzzle. last time he got a little bit too excited and started biting a little too hard. so now he has two options, he gets to fuck you with a muzzle on, or he doesn’t get anything at all.

he thinks it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to mark you. but eventually he accepts your conditions, but he’s whining about how it’s not gonna be the same. while he’s fucking you, poor baby is panting and drooling all over himself, begging you to take it off, he needs to mark you. you manage to remind him that greedy boys don’t get anything and he just starts going faster, to the point where none of you is able to form a coherent sentence. his mind is hazy, but he takes a mental note to get rid of that damn muzzle.

Listen listen listen. Your werewolf is torn, he never wants to hurt you and is absolutely destroyed that he went too far and hurt you the last time you two had sex. It’s all of his worst fears come true! He really is nothing but a monster driven by instincts telling him to chase carnal pleasures. He thought he meant it when he promised he’d never hurt you. Every time he looks at the heald mark on your neck it makes his stomach turn. He’s so worried you’ll leave him over this…that he’ll lose his mate because he couldn’t control himself.  He needs to be coaxed into even touching you again. Sex is almost completely off the table…almost. 

He’s still human- well he’s not but you know what I mean. He still has desires. Your touch still sends jolts of electricity down his spine, your smell alone is still enough to get him hot. He tries his best to satiate his needs with just kissing and dry humping. Although. It’s hard to enjoy anything when he’s fighting against his animalistic urges telling him to just mount you already. You like rough sex, you like how big and sometimes scary he can be, so what’s the problem? Marking feels good- at least for him, it does. And wouldn’t you want to make your wolf feel good? And who cares if you’re scared of his monstrous side? It’s not like you can run from him, you both know he could track you down where ever you ran off to.

Those monstrous thoughts scared him a little bit. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also knew he needed to keep you as his, he wondered which one of those desires would come out on top if push came to shove. 

It doesn’t take long for his more carnal desires to win out. He’s begging for his attention and pleading for you to let him have you again. It’s been almost two full weeks since the incident and he’s pretty sure people can die from going that long without sex. He’ll do anything- and he’ll promise anything if you just let him have you. You don’t even need to do anything he’ll do all the work- he’s strong enough to use you like a Fleshlight you both know that

This is where you bring up the muzzle. It’s special. Made for werewolves so they can’t escape even with their strength. He agrees immediately! Then regrets it… again he’s torn. This is good… he can’t hurt you this way but god he hates this fucking muzzle. He can’t even kiss you like this, don’t you see how cruel this is? It’s just his nature. It’s like asking him to go Vegan. 

He knows that you’ll soil him with kisses once he’s calm again. Hell, he knows that you’ll probably let him bite you if he’s careful- but all those thoughts are background noise as he listens to you whine and moan. You take his cock so well- you take his teeth even better. He loves you with all his heart and werewolves show love by biting. 

He snarls to himself and gnashes his teeth behind the cage you put him in. he watches a bead of sweat drip down your neck and he mashes the grate against your skin and struggles to lick you. The muzzle digs in his face as he pushes its limits but he doesn’t care, he manages to lick the sweat from your skin and he shudders in pleasure. 

Once he does calm down you let him out of the muzzle and kiss him senseless. He feels better… he didn’t hurt you this time at least. But part of him wants to throw out that stupid cage.