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New Moon Shack 20x15 - No CC
1 Bedroom/ 1 Bath
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chilisim · 7 months
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ready to move in very soon
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werewolves and their beloved pets 🐺
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I actually don't think I'm going to have time for drawing more dracula stuff anytime soon, what with all my comms and stuff, but here's another drawing from yesterday.
I understand that his death was a compliment to his character, but what if I LOVE HIM???? What about that huh??????
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toxooz · 6 months
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the gym bros tryin to get Ollie to be their spotter like 🥺👉👈💐💐🙏
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sweetest-honeybee · 11 months
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Okay well this concept took me by the fuckin throat
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werewolfaday · 2 months
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Day 40!
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carlyraejepsans · 4 months
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if you're of age and have a thriving queer community around you, I can't recommend single parties enough bc you get to anonymously find out what people appreciate about you. like how someone loves how expressive you are! or how you struck the fancy of a psychiatrist! or how someone wants to fuck you against a wall! they say that! out loud! in front of dozens of people! it's good fun
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iwuvcofi · 6 months
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I'm older!❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷
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You Pop When We Get Intimate*
pairing: werewolf harry x reader
warnings: abo dynamics, smut, dirty talk
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YN lets out a pained cough as she breathes in the hot, sticky atmosphere of the crowded living room that her and her boyfriend have just entered. The smell of weed and alcohol hits the back of her throat with the first inhale the second her foot crosses the threshold. She can feel her boyfriend’s warm hand on her waist as he keeps her close to him, guiding the two of them through the disarray of bodies that fill the decently sized room. Looking around, YN can see all heads turn to eye them for a split second before the ending away, whispering to the people around them. Soon enough, the house is quiet save for the sound of “Get Into It (Yuh)” by Doja Cat.
A slight grimace decorates her face, and a dimpled smile adorns his as they get deeper into the house. Harry used to this atmosphere, and YN is the exact opposite. She never went to parties unless it was for family, and the only time she drank is when she was alone or with just her and Harry. The pair makes their way over to the couch that is overflowing with bodies, some people on the cushions and others resting on the back. With one look at Harry, they get the message loud and clear just from the look in his eyes. Instantly, group dissipates to give the couple room to sit comfortably. YN is both equally impressed and scared, wondering what Harry did to gain the kind of reputation he has with his pack members. With just a single look, Harry managed to assert his dominance, no words spoken.
Harry gives all of them one last intense stare before he turns to YN and gives her a bright, dimpled smile, motioning to the now empty couch for her to take a seat. She smiles in thanks and sits down, placing her handbag on her lap as he sits as well, throwing his arm onto the back of the couch, resting behind her head. The two sit there for a while as various people come by and say hello, introducing themselves to YN and greeting their pack leader, making sure they don’t get to close to his lover. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of any of them, watching each individual like a hawk. A deep growl is bubbling in his chest when -, one of the inferior alphas in the pack, gets a bit too close to her, a threatening glint in his eyes as he broadens his shoulders and prepares to attack. Luckily, the man steps away in fear, and YN takes the opportunity to rub at Harry’s hand, calming him down.
The defensive man finally relaxes into the couch at her touch, a sigh leaving his soft lips. The two sit and relax there, watching the party happen and having their own little conversations. About ten minutes in, one of Harry’s men ends up bringing them two red solo cups filled with clear alcohol, and Harry uses his strong nose to sniff it despite his trust for the other man. When he smells nothing but alcohol in their cups, he passes one to YN for her to sip on as they continue to talk. Sometime when they were talking, Harry had placed his free, ringed hand on YN’s thigh without her noticing, and it was gradually going further and further under her skirt throughout the conversation. YN only notices his intent when he reaches her inner thigh, very close to her vagina. She relaxes into the couch as she realizes that Harry is falling right into her trap.
“Where the fuck are your panties?” he grits out, directly next to her ear as he darts his eyes up to her face. He immediately takes in the smug smile on her face, realizing her plan all along. “Oh, I see. You want t’get punished tonight, hm?” he whispers against the shell of her ear before biting down gently, continuing. “I don’t think you’d like my punishments tonight,” he finishes, satisfied with the way her body tenses up at the plural term. The party is awfully quiet, each wolf straining their ears to hear what the couple is speaking about. Some faces are red, eyes on their shoes, while others are listening shamelessly, stopping their actions to hear.
“Do you know who you’re fucking with? Or should I remind you? Think m’gonna. Right here in front of everyone,” he spits, trailing his right hand up her thigh once more. A smirk forms on his face as he sees her right hand that is holding her beverage start to shake slightly, nerves entering her body at his words. “Spread y’legs a bit” he murmurs, and she does so immediately, giving him access to her wet center.
His fingers instantly take purchase on her throbbing clit, a small mewl leaving her parted lips as he rubs directly over the head. Warm Wetness is dripping from her vagina and into her skirt, her hips bucking up into his hand. The second he picks up speed, she moans under her breath, the feeling making her entire body tingle. He keeps his fingers on her clit, not stopping his ministrations as her orgasm builds rather quickly. Just as she gets close to the edge, her legs shaking slightly around his hand, he pulls his fingers away and laughs darkly as he hears her cry out in frustration before turning and burying her face into his shoulder.
The two of them know that every single person in the room can smell her arousal, but are trying their hardest to ignore it. They all know that if they even look at YN the wrong way, Harry won’t hesitate to end their lives. The rest of the partygoers continue dancing to the music awkwardly, talking and drinking as they try their hardest to ignore the situation happening in the dead center of the party. Tears are welling in her eyes in frustration, her orgasm quickly fading away. Harry, not being able to let her be, decides to tease her a bit.
“Need me to fuck you, hm? Just say the word and I’ll end this party right now so I can fuck you real good. How does that sound, Puppy?” he asks, stroking up and down her thigh with his wet hand. Despite the fact that it isn’t his home, he obviously has the power to end it just for her, and that has her cunt clenching around nothing as she nods furiously into his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he coos, a condescending undertone to his words. YN nods against his shoulder with a whimper, making him smile in victory. She pulls away for just a moment to speak into his ear, her voice desperate and breathy. “Please, Alpha. Need it so bad,” she whines, burying her face into his shoulder once more. He chuckles at her desperation, his cock leaking even more at the compelling smell of her thick arousal in the air. It makes the small room feel even more compact, and he’s instantly growling out his command for everyone to leave, every single alpha, beta, and omega leaving the house in a hurry, wanting their lives to be spared.
Once the room is empty save for the two of them, Harry lifts her skirt and pulls her over to straddle his thigh, pressing her bare cunt against the thick muscle. She gasps as she feels the rough material of his pants against her clit. He barely gives her time to adjust before he’s placing both hands on her hips, helping to move her sopping cunt along his thigh. She nearly falls over at the feeling in her sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving her lips.
“Feel good, baby?” he coos, YN nodding quickly as he works her along him. “Soaking my pants, honey. So fucking wet for me, hm?” he teases, and she doesn’t even have the energy to make a rebuttal, letting him help her cum. Moans are leaving her lips as another orgasm builds, and she can only let it happen, hoping he’ll let her cum this time.
“Gonna cum,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as he cunt literally quivers against his thigh, and he’s immediately holding her onto him firmly, stopping her movements. She’s instantly tearing up again, falling into his chest and babbling wordlessly as her orgasm fades away once more. Harry removes a hand from her hip and places it onto her back, rubbing up and down gently as he knows he’s being really mean.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks her, hearing her whine. “Use y’words, Puppy. Can’t understand what you need when you’re all dumb for me. Haven’t even given you m’cock yet and you can’t even use your words. Do I really have that effect on you?” he teases, watching her get all shy and embarrassed. “No need to be ashamed, Lovie. Just tell me what y’need, pup,” he tuts, grabbing her chin gently to coax her into making eye contact with him.
“Need you deep inside me, please. Need to feel you, for you to make me cum. I’ll be such a good girl for you I swear,” she whines, nuzzling into his grip. He hums in satisfaction, looking into her glossy eyes, sensing how bad she needs it. He needs it too, so he decides to put the both of them out of their misery.
“Alright, baby. Ass up” he says, landing one last smack on her sore ass cheek to get her going. She’s instantaneously scrambling to prop up onto the back of the couch, Harry kneels in order to slide behind her. “Ready for me?” he asks, gripping the base of his thick cock, preparing her for him.
She nods and lets out a whimper as she feels his weepy tip swipe through her swollen folds, mewling for him to get into her. He decides to end her suffering, sliding in her tight opening inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him. The both of them groan out into the thick air of the room, and a slight squelching can be heard as he slides into her, bottoming out. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels every vein on his cock against her velvety walls, the slight sting of him stretching her out making her whimper.
Harry stays that way for a while, his hips flush to hers as he relishes in the feeling of her warm, wet walls around his shaft. She feels so fucking good he doesn’t know how long he’ll last before he’s exploding into her. The second he feels like he won’t explode with one thrust, he pulls out until his tip is resting at her entrance before pushing all the way back into her, sliding against her g-spot. She’s moaning into the arm of the couch, tears building in her eyes as she takes in every ounce of pleasure he’s giving her.
“How’s it feeling, Puppy?” he asks over her whines, a smile on his face when she physically can’t answer. “Is that deep enough for you? Feel me deep in y’tummy?” he coos, his cock twitching when she nods and presses her ass against his hips. “So fucking good around me, baby” he moans, still fucking her slow and deep.
He pulls out once more before slamming into her harder, a surprised yelp leaving her lips at the change. “Fuck!” she exclaims against the fabric, her hands fisting the cushions. She’s nearly ripping the cushions with her nails, gripping onto them tightly as he drills into her perfectly. Harry is literally so deep inside her, filling her to the brim as he stuffs every inch of his cock inside with each thrust. She’s so full of him she can barely breathe, gasping for air with each and every plunge. He can feel her starting to clench already, her past orgasms coming back at full speed.
“Y’gonna cum, m’love? Hm? Gonna soak m’cock before I let you rest?” he pants, rubbing up and down her back as her entire body locks up, her orgasm moments away. She nods into the cushions once more, biting down on the fabric as she holds back until she has permission. “Okay, Puppy. Cum for me, cum for your alpha like a good little pup” he coos, and no more than five seconds later, she’s cumming all over his cock with a shout, a thick layer of cream covering the base of him.
He doesn’t stop fucking her, riding out her orgasm. With each thrust, he feels more and more of her cream coat him, leaving his lower belly sticky with her orgasm. He fucks her until her body goes limp against the couch before pulling out slowly and making his way around to where her head is, her body twitching with the aftershocks. He rubs a hand over her head, watching her relax into it.
“Can you go again or should I just clean y’up?” he rasps, despite his throbbing cock still needing stimulation. She says nothing, propping herself up and leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth, suckling on the angry head of it. A groan is bubbling from deep in his chest and he’s trying to refrain from bucking into her mouth. He’s instantly sent over the edge when YN takes all of him into her mouth and down into her throat, his head thrown back and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She sucks him dry, cleaning every last drop of cum from his cock as his legs shake in overstimulation.
Whining, he pulls away from her and makes eye contact. “You didn’t have to do that, baby” he pants. “Was just gonna clean you up” he says, rubbing over her head gently. She just shakes her head, a yawn leaving her lips.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I know. Just get over here and cuddle me. M’tired,” she whispers, reaching up to pull him toward her. He chuckles at his perfect girlfriend, lying down on the couch before flattening her onto him, wrapping his arms around her. The two fall asleep within a few minutes, right there in the center of the room.
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0hheytherebigbadwolf · 8 months
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[Stiles and Kira driving in the Jeep]
Kira: *rolls down the window*
Stiles: It.
Kira: Fucken.
Stiles and Kira: WIMDY.
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wishfulsketching · 2 months
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Here's more of my new OC's. Using these as warmup doodles.
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bestialchorus · 3 months
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MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:
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-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.
-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.
-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate. 
-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs. 
-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.
-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.” 
-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up. 
-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…
-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.
-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite. 
-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home. 
-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….
-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.
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yanderegrizzsworld · 6 months
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Hi! May I ask for a Yandere Werewolf Wally X Scared Human Fem reader? Basically the reader never liked Wally at all because they felt uncomfortable or uneased by his precence and Wally gets impatient or irritated that the reader won't accept his love and accidentally transforms infront of the reader on a full moon.
Yandere Wally Darling: The Things We Hide (Romantic Drabble)
TW/CW: Blood, scopophobia(?), bones breaking, home invasion & implied stalking
Off. That was the only way you could describe Wally whenever he was around. The others always say that that's just how Wally is, long before you've been here, yet you can't help but feel like his "oddities" seem to be more apparent when you're around, no matter how much you strived to ignore them. His tone & speech pattern so slow in comparison to the fellow neighbors, lacking any form of life whenever he speaks. Though the worst for you was his eyes— not his eyes really— his stare, that stare of his that never failed to make your hands feel clammy & your heart beating to ring violently in your ears, the complete opponent of how you felt when around the others.
You can't recall the last time you spent any time with Wally alone, some pictures hanging showcasing that you have had quality time with the yellow puppet but no recollection of those days come in your head. You wonder if you've ever felt the same unease when around him back then, maybe you didn't & it was recent when they started, or perhaps they were always there & you've somehow managed to ignore them long enough until now, you aren't quite sure. You're pretty sure Wally is aware of this too, considering he's been seeking you out with the wish to be alone with you, only for someone else to tag along on their own or you inviting them over.
Though now he's seemingly stopped, relieving at first, but now building this uncertain dread within you.
You jump slightly at the knocking on your door, the voice on the other side muffled. You curiously eyed the clock, it was late, far too late for anyone to still be up at. The knocking started again, though with more force onto the door, your hands clench, a part of you fearing who it was at the door at this time. You observe the door, waiting to see if whoever it is will knock again.
Your blood ran cold, not when the knocking resumed with enough force to break the door down, but when you heard it... His voice.
"Neighbor... Neighbor, are you home?" You stood there like a mannequin, muscles refusing to move, to hide, or to speak. "Why did I ask that? Of course you're here... This is your home after all...Ha...ha" that god forsaken laugh, you don't know if you utterly detest it or fear it, it's robotic nature standing out far too much. You fingers hoicked slightly, followed by your hand lifting up, unsure if you wanted to let him in or not.
"Neighbor... Please let me in" You eyes widen for a moment, this was the first time you've heard any form of genuine emotion from him. Despite the dread eating you alive from the inside, you take cautious steps towards the door, standing just close enough to wear you can reach the doorknob, & you wait. Wait for him to knock again, wait for him to ask to be let in, wait to see if you have the courage & curiosity to open it.
After what felt like an eternity just standing there you slightly step closer to the door. Kneeling to where you're directly looking at the doorknob, you lean you face & look through the keyhole in the hopes of seeing him there waiting for you... Yet there's nothing. No sign of him could be seen from the limited vision you had, a part of you felt almost relieved he wasn't there, that perhaps he decided to go back to Home & leave you be, yet you yearned to be sure.
You take a peek through the closed curtain binds next to the door, wary to ensure you don't possibly get seen. There was still no sign of him anywhere. You take a few steps back, still staring at the door, as if in belief that he's there, still waiting...
SMASH
Every muscle in you tautens as your mind screams at you to move —to run, though you aren't sure to where, to a room to hide or to investigate. A shadow enlarges on the floor that led to the kitchen, the rapid shattering of glass on the ground echoing & bouncing off the walls in what felt like a never-ending cycle. The most you could move were mere twitches of your fingers as a yellow hand grabbed the edge of the wall, dark blue hair was the first thing you could see before you saw it... the eyes, those god forsaken eyes.
"Neighbor..." A tint of exhaustion — as small as it was — was immense caught alongside his usual monotone voice, he opened his mouth though quickly closed it, as if deciding not to say another word. He takes a few steps closer, the little light in the room allowing you to see him slightly better, though it didn't say much as much of him was still shrouded in darkness. His hair, while maintaining its usual style, had chunks of it sticking out & poking in various directions as if he's forgotten to brush it, his clothes looked disheveled with on part of the bottom of the shirt sticking out almost covering one of the pockets, speckles of paint litter his shirt & pants, colors smeared across each other almost made him look like he was wearing polka dot pants.
You gaze raised to his face when he coughed, his expression exhibited exhaustion & fatigued, that was most noticeable in his eyes, the ones that when not looking at you looked like he was always in a daydreaming-like state, a wonder of the world around him like that of someone traveling on their own for the first time. Yet now he looked like he hasn't rested in hours, his posture seemed sluggish, of which you wouldn't of thought twice about if it was morning & he would have woken up at the moment, but no, he was in your house in the middle of the night, all alone with you.
"Neighbor... Why didn't you let me in?" He said, "I knocked... And asked, yet you didn't open the door and let me in..." You don't know how to respond to him, you don't think you can respond to him. "I...I was asleep...?" You try to not let your own uncertainty be known to the puppet in front of you, his stare stays on you for a moment before swiftly glancing at the door & back at you. "Oh, I'm sorry if I...disturbed you" You take a step back, slightly hugging yourself, "Why are you here Wally?"
You didn't mean to come off so blunt but you couldn't let the fact his in your house slide. Wally's eyes widen for a moment by your tone, a silent laugh escaping him as he strived to scarcely fix his posture. "Well neighbor, uh, I just wanted to know something" you narrow you eyes, arms going to your sides again, "Know what?" "...Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something?" You felt your hands get clammy, as well as you heart speed up, he stared at you waiting for an answer, your answer.
"I...I don't really know how to describe it" "Then try to describe it to me" You swear his voice raised in pitch when he spoke, genuine emotion that he for some reason didn't display when out with his friends. "You don't know how-" "Wally Darling" Wally stares at you in disbelief, the dim light reflecting slightly in his eyes. "You have no reason to essentially break into my house at this hour!" His eyes barely narrow before he shuts them tight, you don't get it, you don't get him at all.
"Wally, please get out-" "I need you to listen to me!" You breath gets caught in your throat, you didn't think it was possible for the yellow puppet to get upset, let alone angry. Wally grasped your arm, his hair getting a bit more disheveled almost covering his right eye. "You don't know how hard it is, how much it... Hurts! You avoiding my on the daily, do you have any clue how it feels to see you chat happily with the others yet you refuse to look in my direction when I'm around"
Wally pulls you closer to him until your faces are a mere inches away from each other. You roughly push away from him, the longer you looked at him, you started to notice something... He seeming slightly... Taller, & did he always have small specks of fur across his arms? "I... I just- I've tried really hard to be patient but you won't-" His breathing grows heavier, a but too heavier to sound like him. "How can I show you my love of you won't let me...!?"
He suddenly let's go of your arm & you attempt to make a run for it, but the sudden sound of what you can imagine are bones breaking has you freeze on the spot. You turn to face Wally & you aren't even sure what to make of what's happening. The sharp popping & crunching & cracking of bones swirl aggressively in your mind like a violent carousel, large lumps of hair form on his body as agonizing whine leaves Wally's mouth & god, you didn't ever think in a million years that skin stretching could make a sound. Sharp canine teeth begin to emerge, blooding dripping down his chin & hitting the floor, his face exhibits nothing but pain & horror— a mix of tears, blood & drool forming a puddle below him, or of what he's becoming.
God you wanted to look away, to run out & scream for help for Wally, but the fear kept you in place, your heart threatening to rip out of your ribcage from how violent & fast it's beating. Wally cries of pain quiets down & for a second, everything is silent. He shakily stands up, barely resembling the neighbor you were far too familiar with. One of the steel-like claws that were much bigger than his head rested on the ground, his snout— like his ears— cringed with a deep whine, drool & tints of blood oozed down his chin like a waterfall as he shrunk into himself.
Your legs move on their own & before you realize anything, you've locked yourself in your room. The placidity within the room alleviates you, almost forgetting of the lurid event moments prior... Keyword almost. Vehement banging brought you back to you situation, each impact on the door threatening to break it into nothing but splinters across your floor. "Neighbor... Open... The door..." Loud, ragged breaths escape Wally's throat, each word uttered from him taking a long pause like each word being chosen carefully.
You turn your head slightly & gaze at the window in your room, contemplating if jumping out was the solution. Though where would you go to if you leave successfully, which neighbor would you wake up to assist you with your situation with Wally? What if because out there there's more room for him to catch you? You head began to hurt, you lift your palms to your head from the growing headache, slightly wincing from its slowly growing pain.
You barely process your knees nearly giving out under you, just as you barely process the door splitting into splinters. A mix of a low grumble & a whine echo into you room as you legs finally give out, resulting with you on your knees. Your head hung low, you merely glance at the... Thing standing there, parts of his clothes ripped completely off with plenty of torns from the transformation, you figure most of the rips are from himself from his changeover.
"Neighbor... Why... Didn't you let... Me in...?" He took seven steps closer towards you, each one for each word he spoke. You seek to lift your head slightly higher, yet such a task was like a chain wrapped around your neck, preventing you from lifting it. It's not until a clawed finger that tries to touch your cheek had you shriek & then attempt to back away, though your attempt to crawl away became instantly futile when he grabbed a hold of your ankle.
Agonizing whines fell from his mouth— Snout, to be more exact. "Neighbor... Please..." Wally could barely speak, whatever words he could manage to spill sounded more like he had sand lodged in his throat whenever he opened his mouth. He tightens his hold on your ankle when you attempt to kick his forearm, his body shaking violently like an earthquake as he let's go when your kicks continue. You instantly strive to stand up & make a run, yet a pull from your wrist & being caged between a blanket-like chest & arms keep you from proceeding, it's velvety texture would've made you relax & succumb to slumber if not for the adrenaline pumping in you.
Wally lays his head on top of yours, jagged gasps & wheezes reaching your ears every three seconds as his claws— unintentionally— dig into your arms just enough to not draw blood. You heart rings far too aggressively in your ears, threatening to bust your eardrums as at this moment, you feel utterly helpless to whatever Wally has become.
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blueteajj · 10 months
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my werewolf au, i think of it, with my brain, and consider drawing more shit for it
the Rambles
the rambles i could go on about this au
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candynyams · 5 months
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werewolf that comes up behind you and starts groping at you, growling and nuzzling and mumbling praise in your ear. slowly rubbing my dick on your ass, feeling it perk up to attention, humping on you lightly and apologetically. its not my fault im in heat just lemme get a little taste. licking at your neck before pushing you down on the floor bc i just cant take it anymore, biting the back of your neck giving in to instinct as my claws rip off your clothes. mounting you and slowly slowly pressing in, being so patient because the feeling of throbbing in your slutty wet puppy hole is nothing short of divine. starting to thrust in and out rougher and rougher, whimpering and drooling and snarling in your ear. biting at your neck, claws on your hips, tail wagging so fast as i get closer my knot swelling up. you bet im not pulling out either. sinking my knot deep in you and keeping it nice and plugged up nice and thoroughly bred
god please, even if you have the patience to savor the feeling of sinking into my puppycunt, idk if I would. id be so desperately squirming and trying to push myself back onto your cock you'd almost think IM the one in heat instead of you. and i'm sure having such a needy little pup so eager to sate your appetite would make it even harder for you to hold back. by the time you knot me id be covered in bite marks and drool and light scratches from when you were trying so hard not to hurt me but couldn't stop yourself from getting rough. i mean how could you NOT when i was whining and begging you to "knot me with your big werewolf cock" like that? nobody could blame you for clawing at me a bit when you popped your knot into me and bred me like the good little fuckpup i am :3c
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