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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Can I get a poly!yandere alpha werewolf pack where we are an omega and we don't know it, as omega are very precious and rarely found the pack takes it upon them to keep us safe , sound and satisfyed and breeded full with pups....I love ur works very much author-nim🥰❤

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Thank you nim🥰 ❤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

A hundred years ago this would probably be a lot harder for you

Probably them seeing you on a chance encounter

Before dragging you to their den in the forest before smothering and stuffing you in an insane and aggressive dogpile

But nowadays they’ve mellowed

Or at least some of them have and lucky for you you have whole pack just like that

Consisting of 2 alphas and 2 (special case) betas

Typically considered head-Alpha is Nero Nakamura

Who also happens to be a silent billionaire that runs his company with an iron-fist

He’d like to run his home life the same way but that couldn’t ever be a possibility when you have characters like Rori Tongs in control

Rori is a world-reknowned model and coach for Olympic swimmers

He’s sly he’s domineering and he loves nothing more than to make his fellow alpha squirm

His alphaness is more like a switch he chooses to turn on rather than a constant agenda but any of his betas or omega on the line and he’s an absolute villain

Next tier in their relationship Suki Nakamura the beta with alpha like tendencies that can woo even Nero into submission

He’s Nero’s number one assistant or was until he politely asked pummeled Nero into giving him a smaller role in the company, a manager position

He’s often called during business emergencies or whenever his Ceo is feeling peckish so he’s not above calling in his own favors

And last on the hierarchy until you come along is Eve Tongs

A shy and quiet beta with omega tendencies

Who’s constantly fighting off being bred because

“It’d be weird if I looked pregnant all the time!”

He says his worry is about being discovered but really he doesn’t want to close his shop to be heavily pregnant all alone

But now that you’re in the picture it won’t nearly be as bad:

“Aww darling, no need to cry Suki’ll be back from the store with your craving snack.”

Rori cooed rubbing your swollen belly as he peppered your neck with kisses. You were crying again and while part of it was your craving for your typical low-priced meals it was a side-effect of your absolute confusion. Whoever you met at work or on your daily commute somehow goaded you into their trap of a penthouse. Which sooner than you could gather had you plump and at the whim to the multiple men who claimed to be werewolves.

“I-I d-don’t understand, w-why is this happening?”

You continued to sob as Nero only seemed to pull you closer to him. Nero who had been in the room over came in sensing your distress cuddled on your other side to massage your head.

“Love, I’m sure it's hard to realize this but as werewolves there's an order that we live by. I’m sure you’ll adapt as we go through our life together.”

“Yeah baby, you’ll get used to it!”

You shook your head, resisting the weird calm that was being brought over you as the two men cuddled up against you. More tears fell from your eyes and you pushed away their affections unsuccessfully.

“Uhm m-maybe they don’t believe us about the…uh…werewolf thing…”

A silence formed as everyone had realized they never really did show you. Eve spoke from experience, he too was especially skeptical when Rori first came to him. Rori immediately perked up.

“Oh well that's an easy fix!”

Immediately a pair of wolf-ears flicked out from his head and a tail from his lower back. Nero did the same and so did Eve. Stunned to silence you immediately stopped crying to just take in the strange sight. Hearing the door open Suki returns with store bags hanging from his arms.

“Oh! You guys are having a tails and ear party without me?!”

He too flicks his own ears and tails out as he begins preparing the snack he just fetched. Still stunned you just sat still as Eve kneeled in front of you laying his head on your stomach before knowingly whispering.

“After this liter is born you’ll turn into one too.”

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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👀 miss ma’am mommabean you have my attention for the yandere cult idea. what’re you thinking, like innocent human comes to live in a new town where unbeknownst to them, everyone’s a werewolf and also in a cult? and somehow, the cult part is more shocking than the wolf part? maybe innocent darling wonders why everyone is so friendly and sweet, only to come across some terrible ritual during a full moon, but by then it’s far too late to escape? 🤔 (also I hope you’re doing well and taking time for yourself btw 💖) -teratalia

Oh man I wish I had a big brain like yours! I imagine the cult is doing a ritual to ask the gods for another mate to join their pack, maybe for their best alpha who's been desperately searching for a lover.

The town is oh so nice to you before the full moon. You're none the wiser, being given gifts, having a bunch of new friends who seem oddly clingy and want to show you off to the hottest bachelor in town, always fawning over how cute you two would be together.

They make sure you have plenty to eat, are never too far from any help (even if you assure them you can handle things just fine! They just want you to know you have a pack- I mean - helpful community!)

The night of the ritual comes, and they're salivating at the idea of finally introducing you to their best alpha. The other alphas want to breed you within an inch of your life, and the omegas want to play with you as you're made into a puddle, but they have to wait their turn.

You're told it's a night of celebration, they never clarify, but you figured it could be a mix of things or simply something you'd find out once you arrive.

You're awed by what they wear, some have flower crowns while others have wolf masks and robes. They all greet you with open, eager arms, and hand you a glass of homemade wine to begin the festivities.

In the midst of all the dancing, fun, and feasting, you begin to feel dizzy. You're all too aware of the main alphas touch on you, possessive and tight as his nails- wait are those claws?!- something is digging into you aggressively when others get too close. He seems impatient, whuffing and grunting when he isn't reassuring you to sit still, that he'll get you whatever it is you need.

You're somehow sitting under the bright moonlight, in the middle of a clearing, naked and sweating with need and anxiety. There's multiple pairs of lips on your skin, soft voices as well as stern and demanding as the heat and pleasure spirals through your core, making everything feel ten times as blissful.

The ever so sexy bachelor is behind you, his hand spreading your thighs as his teeth bare in a snarl. "Once it strikes midnight, I'll claim you as mine. And you'll be forever bound to me and my clan".

The slide and stretch of his cock feels euphoric, soothing the ache in your hips as you try to rock back and press down for more. The people surrounding you moan as they watch, some pleasuring others while some play with themselves in utter debauchery.

The man sinks his teeth into your neck with no mercy, growling deeply as his thighs tighten and his hips hammer away, jackrabbiting into your tight, needy little hole as you cry and choke out moans and nonsensical sentences.

The pressure builds, your back is arching as you reach your high, toes curling and mouth hanging open as you moan with utter abandon, begging for more and paying no mind to how your neighbors lick their lips watching the scene unfold.

Once you come down from the pleasant buzz, your mind is jolted into an overstimulated haze, as the mans thrusting starts again, his mouth upturned into a smirk as he nods his head towards his eager clan members. "Go ahead. Thank this new addition for helping the pack grow. Make sure to drain them of every drop once I'm finished".

You whimper, trying to swat away hands grabbing at you, jerking in surprise when you feel tongues lapping up your sweat and groaning in ecstasy at the taste. Your eyes slam shut as the stretch grows even more, something popping and sticking to your walls and causing you to shoot into another orgasm too quickly.

They all take a few breaths, watching as the thick knot slides out of your hole after a while. The group collectively moans, two moving forward to lick at the mess dripping from your poor, abused, sloppy hole. You tense, hissing through grit teeth as you once again try to swipe at the predators sliding their tongues into the mess, wincing as they growl and hold your thighs still.

The alpha kisses up your neck, trying to reassure you as he holds your wrist down. "Just relax...You're in our hands now, we'll keep you safe".

(Mkay ill shut up so sorry >~< -Mommabean)

#Yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere cult au #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere exophilia #yandere werewolves #yandere dubcon #mommabean #poly yandere #yandere a/b/o #yandere omegaverse

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peoplesgraves · 2 years

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I love your writing! ❤️ Could you possibly write about a platonic yandere werewolf? Ive been having kind of a rough day so far and I would love some fluff. Thanks!

Apex Predators

Platonic Yandere Werewolves X Reader

“You’re not going to embarrass me by bringing up twilight again are you?” Beo looks at you pointedly and his eyes glaze over as if he’s having a war flashback.

“I still don’t see how that was embarrassing. The longer I know you the more I think that that was a pretty accurate depiction of werewolves.” You grin at how worked up your friend had gotten from such a simple statement.

He rolls his eyes “they weren’t even werewolves y/n. Just please don’t bring it up. It was fine around just a couple of my other friends but not around the whole pack.” Beo looks at you with the most extreme puppy dog eyes to ever exist and you simply can’t resist.

He grins as you groan in defeat. “Ugh I hate that that still works on me. Fine I’ll just find some other way to embarrass you in front of the pack.” Just like that your expressions are switched as you he begins to drag on behind you, dreading what you’ll tell everyone.

After a few more minutes of walking through the woods and idle chatter you both come across a clearing, packed with people. Beo, sensing your trepidation before you as he always seemed to, saddles to your side and bumps you shoulder gently.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be by your side the whole time and if anyone tries anything I’ll rip their throats out and we’ll leave.” He flashes his knife sharp canines playfully but his eyes are serious. You nod and allow him to walk you around and introduce you to just about everyone.

Much to your and even more so beo’s surprise, there’s not one unfriendly wolf. At least not to you. Each one smiles and talk so softly as if you’ll blow away if they speak to loud. Soon enough you’re having more fun then you ever had before and even though you’ve lost sight of Beo and are surrounded by dangerous predators, you’ve never felt safer.

You manage to overhear bits and pieces of conversations. Just about all of them seem to be about you and are relatively sweet. You don’t start to feel as out of of your depth as you are until you hear Beo speaking to the packs leader.

“So that’s the human you and Red couldn’t stop talking about. We’ve never had a human in the pack before but I think your friend should be the first.” To your horror Beo, your best friend and the person you trust most in the world, agrees and both turn their heart filled gazes towards you.

Surrounded by apex predators who all seem suddenly dangerous, you run into the woods and delude yourself into thinking you stand a chance of getting away.

A/n: why have just one when you can have a whole pack 💕

#yandere wolf #yandere werewolf #yandere werewolves #yandere monster #yandere fantasy #yandere #yandere x reader

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yandere-kokeshi · 7 months

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Saw an idea from @frogchiro and decided to write some feral content. Send her some love ❤

TW: yandere, monster fucking, werewolves, some crack/funny thoughts, talks about pregnancy/having pups (still gender-neutral), and knotting stuff.

Imagine TF-141 being yandere werewolf hybrids, falling for you all at once, each sharing their own yandere traits; which, causes all of them to be wherever you are. The need to scent you. Need you to be beside them at all times. And soon bring you home as theirs.

And now, you're their mate, sharing is needed — pack mates practically share everything, no?

Out of the four, Soap and Gaz are the absolute worst — they're feral, energized through the roof, and has to follow you around constantly; nudging into your crotch as they need to smell you. Smell your addictive scent that makes them all types of crazy, causing them to start nipping at your poor skin, growling at each other as the need for breeding comes along.

They both love to yap and bark at you, gently grasping your hand to guide you back to your bed (aka nest) so they can cuddle you (or stuff you full of their knot, their fluffy fur likely suffocating you.)

Though, you are often saved by Simon, and Price, whom are the biggest. They growl at them to watch it and gently bite their ears on scolding, snarling at them of needing to be more careful, and to not hurt you. You're their perfect mate!

Of course, Soap and Gaz make it up with sloppy kisses. And how can you not forgive them? Their obvious doggy eyes working perfectly.

Simon and Price are more so on the chiller side. Watching from afar, and demand cuddles that end up with their heads laying on your lap, the thumping of their tails on the chewed-up couch shows their appreciation when you finally decide to pay them attention.

But don't think they don't get possessive – because they do. More often or not, the hickeys and knots come from them. Though, they're regularly the nicest, rarely one to hurt you, and more aware of their size.

But, their breeding cycles are the fucking worse. Soap and Gaz are naturally horny, biting at your form as their tongue hangs out, but Simon and Price are a menace when in heat. Being more vocal, possessive, and often nipping at your ankles to not stray too far.

Regularly dragging you by the scruff of your clothes where the two of you can mate, spending their heat in peace. Making sure that you can see Price flexing his burly muscles, wanting you to admire their wagging fluffy tails, and showing off how thick, glossy Simon's fur is, and how both of them. All of them, really, can provide you with pleasant things, including a healthy litter of pups.

Despite them being pack mates, all of them are fighting on a regular basis — they all want to be the first one to breed, knot, and have you carry their pups.

When in their full werewolf forms, soap is more prone to chasing butterflies, and bringing you back half-alive birds, barking at you for his proud hunt – his mouth and chest covered in deepening blood.

Though, Gaz, and Price, actually bring actual gifts that are thoughtful — plopping full landscape roses in front of you, the roots still connected to the plant as their tail wag violently as they wait for your praise.

Simon, on the other hand, brings actual food. Like… steals a whole ass barbecued-chicken from someone's backyard, and nudges it closer to you as it's still warm.

Stares at you to eat it, his hazel eyes demanding for you to take it, but immediately snaps at Johnny, who only cackles back. He tries so hard to steal the items every time Simon gifts you something (he just wants a bite out of your food — sharing means caring!).

Everywhere on your body is marked by them, the harsh-but-yet healed maw-marked implanted into your skin. Their marks are typically licked, and kissed on by them.

Bring me some more ideas, please!! I fucking love these men who are feral for you — especially as werewolves 🤭

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Here's my mw2 masterlist for more things <3

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dr3c0mix · 3 months

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please i need to pet the werewolf and call him a good boy

i think this is the first time ive drawn a werewolf before, hope you like it either way!!

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biteable-pink-pixie · 3 months

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Ok but imagine you're giving head to your werewolf bf and he knots in your mouth so you have to choke on his cock for like an hour.

Wowee where are the werewolf boyfriends at? ♡

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idontknowwhatimdoinglol · 6 months

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Platonic Yandere Cullen family x sibling reader (headcanons) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(this takes place before the timeline of the books and movies)

OVERPROTECTIVE. like seriously the definition of the word. No matter what your age your family will not stand for anyone hurting you in any way. someone insults your outfit? expect one of your sisters to 'accidentally' bump into them and spill lunch on their clothes. someone is mean? next day all of their embarrassing thoughts spilt to the school.

also no friends. your family has jealousy issues loves you to much to let you spend time with anyone but them. They convince you that a friend well only hurt you and it's better to just stay with them.

and any type of date you might want to go on is instantly shot down. Edward can read thoughts so he will say no before you even get the words out. and if he's not in the room and you get to actually say something then that's shot down to even if you cry and fight them on it. they just want to keep you safe, why cant you accept that?

most likely carlisle and esme adopted you as a baby so that they could raise you to keep their secret from a young age. but no matter how old you get esme still well treat you like her baby, so prepare to never go to any party or dates ever. even if you beg carlise to talk to her about it, he probably won't since he loves seeing his wife happy.

once, you snuck out to a party that you heard someone at school talking about after your parents told you no. they sent emmett and jasper to drag you back home and you got in trouble with every member of your family. plus got grounded for a month

when your grounded your family keeps you home from school and spends every moment with you, since of course it was the lack of attention you received that caused you to break a rule.

it is hard for them since you are human still, your brothers cant mess around with you because your so fragile. once they tried playing catch with you but emmet threw the ball to hard and it broke your arm. he felt horrible and spent the next few weeks apologizing in different ways, he also got in a lot of trouble with carlise and esme.

like said in another yandere twilight oneshot of mine, they want you to live a human life but their selfish desires well overcome them. although, you would probably have to have gotten hurt in some way for them to think about it.

they well ask you first. and if you say yes then they'll be thrilled and plan a day to do it where they can all be there to comfort you.

if you say no then they would probably do it unexpectedly, one of them would distract you while carlise or edward does it.

if that was the case then the second you wake up and feed they well shower you in apologys. seriously for the next few months they well get you whatever you want to earn your forgiveness

after your turn they well teach you everything about being a vampire, if you end up getting a gift then they become more protective then ever (if that's even possible).

maybe one day they might let you date another vampire. but of course it would have to be someone of there choosing.

and when bella comes into the picture a few years later you can completely expect her to become a platonic yandere for you aswell.

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#yanderecullens #yandere cullens #yandere twilight #yanderetwilight #yanderetwilightsaga #yandere twilight saga #vampires #werewolves #werewolf #vampire #cullens #cullen family #twilight saga #twilightsaga #the twilight saga #yandere #idontknowwhatimdoinglol

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Good Omega

a/n: Halloween part one! I was actually a bit surprised someone would request A/B/O!AU for this, but I can never deny a bit of omegaverse for the soul ♥

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Alpha!Werewolf x GN!Omega!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Lemon!, Omegaverse kind of sexual, Overall horniness, going into heat, Genderneutral genitals and then one cock, Creampie mention, Impregnation wish, ...Beastiality? Do Werewolves count in that? It is lowkey consensual tho lol, But of course Dub-Con), Violence (Off-screen murder mention, Blood mention, Claws mention, Biting/Marking mention, Minor Injuries like scratches and bruises, Fear, Dread), Hunting/Chasing (non-kink)

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With your breathing wrecked from the untrained sprint your forced your legs into, you crashed into the thicket surrounding you.

The forest was never-ending tree trunks in your way, bushes tearing at your clothes and skin, sucking out the blood from your cuts and bruises. Dread coated your tongue, and fear choked you, tightening your throat so you could neither swallow nor scream. There was no way for air to go in or out of your lungs, but even so, you kept pushing onwards.

But there was no escape.

"Human," the creature snarled, its heavy body crashing into the trunks behind you, claws ripping off the bark of the trees it clawed into in a cacophony of horror. "My omega."

Its snout sniffing after you was so loud, so eager. So pleased. He could have been right behind you or still far away, yet, the sound grated over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your breath hitched, and a low growl of knowing echoed through the forest.

"You can't run from me. I know where you are."

Falling to his four legs, he left thuds whenever he landed on them, bolting, running, hunting. You choked back a scream as you kept moving, an especially tough branch getting stuck on your shirt, ripping off a scrap of it. You turned, briefly, holding the side of your chest and feeling the scratch bleed over your fingers. It will keep him busy, you thought, hurrying along before he could catch up.

You didn't deserve any of this. Not the exercise much too hard for your poor body, and not the pain going through every muscle while adrenaline and fear kept you moving against their wishes. Your Halloween had been supposed to be a fun party night with friends, walk the streets, laugh at silly costumes, and admire the carved pumpkins. But when you sat down on some tree trunks, laughing and drinking, things turned into the horror movies you'd secretly watch when you were still a teen, thinking they could never be real.

The costume had looked so sick but amazing. Faux fur intricately weaved into a bodice and mask. No one had feared the person approaching your group, everyone much more in awe than anything. But you couldn't have known that this wasn't a friendly encounter. That the full moon illuminating the forest ground had been an indication, the warning signs in front of the forest entrance weren't just for the common wildlife, but every life!

A howl rattled through your bones as the werewolf following you must have found your blood-smeared piece of fabric. It made your gut turn, wanting to throw up the alcohol you had consumed. But there was no time to idle. No time at all. Your core clenched with ecstatic fear as the sound vibrated through your ears, a throbbing sensation going through you every time the beast did anything to let you know it was right behind you.

You had no idea what was wrong with you, a part of your brain so muddled by your feelings it wanted you to lay down into a submissive mess, ass presented in the air for your pursuer. At the same time, your sanity and reason were appalled by your sudden need pulsing between your legs.

"I'll make you mine," the creature growled, no longer occupied by the shabby piece of fabric after having a whiff of you. "Cease this chase, Omega, or I'll make sure you won't be walking for a long time after I'm done with you."

There was something excitingly dominant about the creature calling you his and asking you to give up. You knew—you knew—it was crazy to consider, but maybe you were infected by a poison that had gotten into your bloodstream after getting cuts and stings all over your body in this forest? Perhaps it was the alcohol? But whatever excuse, you felt your face flush with heat, and you bit back a moan.

More growling. More throbbing.

You resisted and kept moving. But for how long would you be able to? When would it stop? Where was the exit to the forest? Did you want to leave?

"Fuck!" You could hear his fangs snapping angrily as his body bumped into the trees you had just passed. He was so close to you now, and a breathtaking odor filled your nose, making you gasp, your legs wobbly.

"I can smell you, Omega. You're so fucking wet. Why do you keep running from me?!"

"Go… go away!" Finally, you found your voice, screaming the words as loudly as you could, desperation and fear choking the building lust inside you into silence. That monster killed your friends! Chopped them right up, and you were next! This was no time to get horny! Your body's reaction to being chased by a six-foot-tall monstrosity was genuinely unhelpful. Why did it make you want to spread your legs in the middle of this dirty, thorny forest ground so badly?

"NEVER!" it echoed back, and you shuddered, the last resistance giving away with your legs that could no longer support you.

Sinking to the ground, it wasn't the painful roots and leaves combo you expected, but soft moss welcoming you into a cool embrace. The air, too, felt icy even though it had been an unexpectedly warm day. Had the temperature dropped, or were you just unimaginably hot from all the running?

The heavy footsteps approached you, animalistic snarling and teeth snapping together gave you a visceral reaction shooting through your whole body and into your loins. Whimpering, you squeezed your legs together, trying to hold back the tears as the sight of the monster came into view. Clasping a hand over your mouth, a smell so sweet it threatened to overwhelm you with pleasure, your heart demanding to be let out of your chest while your remaining clothes got soaked in your juices.

"Please be quick," you sobbed into your palm, tears overflowing. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be mere blood dripping out of his murderous snout with teeth sharper than any thorn caught against your skin. Closing your eyes, you were shivering as he drew closer, his gaze scanning over you. It was like he could see right through you, and you hoped his nose wasn't actually good enough to really smell all the nasty reactions you had to him. He wasn't a very good-looking monster, shaggy, unkempt. And yet, at the same time, you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, let him take you one last time before you'd die.

But now that your body had given up, what else was there for prey to do but wish for a quick and painless death?

"Omega," the werewolf snarled, lowering onto all four feet so he could crouch over you. The snout drew along your face, down to your neck and your instinct was to bare it to him, the slimy feeling of his tongue dragging down your skin, the long muscle wrapping around your throat appreciatively, making the small scratches sting but your heart race.

"Good," he grunted, the praise hitting you with a jolt of pleasure right in your core. Letting out another whimpered moan, you bit your finger, trying to muffle your reactions, and he grunted in response. "Finally you get it."

"Get what?" you babbled. "What's happening to me?"

One clawed hand found its way under your shirt, and you gasped, feeling the rough pads of his palm stroking over your skin, a burning hot sensation left behind after every touch. Lowering his body to yours, he gripped your waist—looking mightily tiny in his huge grip—and pressed you up and against him, a bulging, throbbing resistance meeting your hips as you crashed into his.

This time, you could not hold back the gasp, and he took his chance, sliding his tongue down yours, burying it deep in your throat. You were choking on the eagerly exploring muscle, a mix of saliva and blood coating the rough texture of his tongue. Yet, you couldn't help but relish in the affection, cupping his elongated face with your hands. Wiggling only caused more friction between your bodies, and you weren't the only one moaning. However, the creature's version sounded gruff and desperate, not as lovely as yours.

"You're in heat, Omega. When we met, your body recognized what it was meant to be. Soon you'll need me so much it'll drive you insane."

"I- I don't… what?" you asked, dazed by the disgusting yet almost intoxicating taste still running down your throat even after the werewolf released you. He made no sense to you, neither his words nor why he kept calling you "Omega" or why he hadn't killed you yet. In fact, he was almost gentle handling you, as much as his mutated body allowed. "What will happen?"

"You'll go insane, little Omega. I will have to rut you, fill you with my seed. Mark you, nest you, take care of you. Until you are satisfied with me, I won't rest."

Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Didn't that sound divine–

"WHAT?" you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to sensitive ears. "No! No, no, no! I– No! I can't!"

Your last sentence came out in a pitiful whine, a sound you didn't even know you could make.

"You can," he growled, pressing his hips forward, his cock long and demanding and ready for your tender body to swallow. "And you will!"

"No! No, please, no!" Sobs releasing from your throat, you clasped your hand over your mouth while watching the werewolf's expression grow irritated again. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to die. But you couldn't do this either!

"I'm scared," you whimpered, and the werewolf breathed out in a kind of long sigh, though he relaxed some of the tension in his body.

"No need, little Omega. I'll prepare you. Make good use of this tongue for you. I'll take care of what's mine, and all of this–"

Sitting back on his knees, he gripped your body, lifting you from the ground and onto his lap. You gasped in surprise as he pressed you tightly against his chest, slowly standing up while carrying you without so much but a huff. "All of this omega is mine. I waited so long. I deserve this."

"I still don't understand…" you whimpered fearfully, but your legs betrayed you, wrapping tightly around his waist and pressing you against him. The werewolf let out an appreciative hiss as your fingers scratched over his skin, a purr building and rumbling in his chest. You still didn't know what was going on, except for how warm this body was and how tired you suddenly felt, snuggled into the surprisingly fluffy fur of the monster while his purr vibrated deliciously through you.

"You will, Human," he assured you, putting these strong, crooked legs into motion as he carried you back deep into the forest. Looking over his shoulder, you saw the space opening up beyond a few more trees, your eyes widening as you realized how close you had been to escaping the forest. Perhaps not the werewolf, but almost you had done it. Though it didn't really matter now that you were holding on to him, letting his comforting scent embrace you.

Every movement rubbed you against the creature's body, a massive, thick cock pressing at the entrance between your spread legs. Only the fabrics between you two kept him from rutting right up inside you. Moaning, you buried your face deeper into his shoulder, getting drenched in aphrodisiacal musk, making not just your mouth water. Without warning, you opened your lips, bared your teeth, and bit down.

The monster staggered, a long growl snarling out of his snout before he regained composure, though his steps quickened, urged by desire. "Patience," he gritted out through his teeth, though his husky voice sounded immensely satisfied. His words did not apply to him as his cock twitched against your rear demandingly, the taste of his blood inflaming you more.

"I built you a nest where I'll claim you, and you might too, if you so desire, little omega."

"Mhm," you sighed, leaning against his shoulder drowsily. Nest. That sounded good. Cozy and warm. Hopefully full of blankets and pillows and more of his scent. How far were you gone that you wanted to be buried in his fur while clinging to him?

"Good omega," he purred—purred—and you threw your head back in relish as the sound alone almost pushed you over the edge. "You're so needy and ready for me, aren't you?"

Fuck, you were. There was no denying it.

You hated this. You didn't want to be with this monster, much less accept what he promised to do to you. But your body betrayed you, writhing in his grasp, letting his cock dry hump you all the way to his cave. You knew as the darkness swallowed you that you were done for, but all you could think about was just one more bite, the comfort of a nest, and a cock filling you like the missing puzzle piece to your body.

You knew he'd give it to you, all of it. And when he laid you down into the softest of hides, mixed with the fabrics of clothes, picnic blankets, and anything one could imagine to be found in the forest, you spread your legs, letting him rip off your clothes and cover you with the warmth of his fur before preparing you as he promised, the orgasms never ending as you begged and pleaded for more like a good little slut. Eager to be filled with his seed until your stomach would swell with his pups.

All while you didn't know and didn't care that you were lolling in the bloody clothes of your friends.

It was a small cost for finding your alpha. Some lives in exchange for learning about your true calling. Your destiny.

Because you were a good omega.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hello, I read your Klaus in his wolf form stories and really liked them. It gave me this idea that when Klaus broke the curse and turned into a wolf, rather than falling in love with a human, he fell in with a wolf. Though he doesn't know it, the wolf is immortal, like existed from the dawn of time, and the wolf was the cause of werewolves, like if she bites you, then you would be a werewolf. Klaus wouldn't know that or that she, the wolf, was there when he was a kid, and he called her a pet. This part I just thought of, but what if Klaus was Mikael's kid but just got bit but didn't know. I was wondering if you could right this, I am cool if you don't, though. Thank you for even reading this.

My queen

PT2

(Present day)

I watch silently through the trees as his bones snap, as he scream in both pain and pride of his accomplishment.

The pain of the turn was one part I don’t appreciate about the gift i have given to those i had chosen.

But he embraces the pain, he doesn’t go through so much struggle as he allows the power to fly through him, he embraces the wolf.

And a stunning wolf he is.

His coat thick and eyes dark. A midnight wolf, his fur looking almost a shade of the darkest blues as the light of the moon shines over him.

I turn my head to see his brother, Elijah, he watches cautiously as Niklaus nears him. The threatening growl he gives him as the sticks snap and the leaves crunch beneath his paws. He’s experiencing the inner conflict, the urge to give into his instincts to attack the vampire.

I took a few steps forward emerging from behind the bark of the wood that hid me before. I made sure to step on enough sticks to make a ‘crack’.

Both originals looked to me, both wide eyed and confused. Niklaus took five large strides to stand before me, his nose almost touching mine as he bared his teeth in warning.

I huff at him in disappointment, you would have thought he’d recognise me. I’ve been present for many moments of his life, his childhood especially though i suppose a thousand years will have him forget.

I step back from him before circling his body. He stands tall and strong, a mighty wolf.

Through the years my bite has began to carry through blood. What once was only given through the power of my bite is now becoming more frequent through genetics. But not Niklaus, he was my own, i have him his power all that time ago. It was a dream for us both that he managed to bring this side of him back, his mother and father locked it away claiming it a curse rather than a gift. Simply because it gave him an advantage they could never provide.

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(A thousand years ago…ish)

I lowered my head slowly allowing the young boy to place a flower crown to my head. I glanced back up to see his bright smile as he adjusted it.

“There, now you’re a queen” he said taking a small step back. I gave a small bark in response, my tail wagging subconsciously as he pet my face, his hands smoothing the fur back so i was less poofy.

“I must leave, my father wanted me to learn to hunt…he wouldn’t like me playing with the wolves, he says you’re to be killed because…well because you’re dangerous but I think you’re lovely, I won’t let him kill you” he promised as his little arms hung loosely around my neck and i licked his arm.

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(A few years later)

Niklaus grew to be a rather handsome young man. He was relatively strong and well mannered. He was a free spirit and spent his time within the forest with his berries that he had ground up to create colours where he would spread them over rocks and large leaves to make an image.

He wasn’t the best at hunting with an arrow but was excellent with a sword.

And so i would often kill the deers or rabbits for him, give them to him so that his father couldn’t harm him, so that his family remained proud…and so that he continued his visits to me in the woodlands.

(On another occasion)

“My queen?” He called softly into the cold air of the night. I lifted my head from the ground of the opening a tree i laid in. I stood quickly and made my way out to find a battered Niklaus. My legs moved fast to reach him as he collapsed to the ground, he clothes soaked in his own blood and face covered in shades or blue and purple.

I let out a high whine and a long howl, the other wolves i had created came running at my call to assist. They helped me clean him. The magic through my veins allowed me to lick his wounds until they healed, until he no longer weeped and sobbed, until the pain was relieved and he fell asleep with his hands clutching my fur.

I knew then that he needed the power of the wolf more than anyone. To begin with i feared that it would only cause him more damage, more shame to his parents but those people-monsters would never stop their beating and this was the best way to protect him.

And so with his body safely tucked to mine, i ran my tongue over the space between his shoulder and neck. I gently let my teeth sink into his skin, feeling my power grow as i fed more of it into the world.

No matter what other magic or pain he suffered, the wolf would save him.

His mother cursing him to have it locked away was one of the worst things possible to happen to a gift given wolf. To be stripped of who you were, before he could even experience it.

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(Present day)

I made a sound closely replicating a growl but too soft to be threatening to urge him to follow me as i begin to walk through the woods.

I can hear as his paws meet the ground faster and faster as we fall into a fast pace, running quick and with purpose as he chases me as fast as his body will let him. I can sense his frustration not being able to keep up with me, his growl in desperation as he throws himself forward, tackling me to the ground roughly.

We both tumble through the woods, rolling down threw the forest. He yelped as i bit his scruff pulling him with me. A tanglement of limbs rushing through the trees as both of us scrambled to gain any sort of balance.

Eventually i managed to get up on my feet, i turned to sprint again but i heard his whine, such a familiar cry, a reminder of his suffering from his late teens into adulthood.

I froze in stride turning to check on him, his body was low to the ground as he got ready to pounce. Relief floods me knowing he isn't harmed and before i can thimk about hisnplayful stance, he's already lauching himself at me.

His body collided with mine pushing me onto my back and his teeth around my throat. The position should be threatening and i should be fearfully submitting but he seems to have forgotton I'm the reason he holds his strength.

I pushed up from the floor and on top of him. My fave directing above his as my paw pressed down on his neck, claws puncturing the flesh making him whimper. I don’t like to be the cause of his pain but his dominance was an issue, he had grown far more narcissistic over the years compared to his selfless younger form.

After another minute or so of his pitiful attempts to push himself up and get me off of him, he gave in. His head tilting back to offer me his neck as his eyes looked to the ground in what i assume to be shame. I stepped back letting him stand again, the question of ‘why?’ In his eyes as he looked at me cautiously.

I nodded my head for him to follow me, we continued to run throughout the night and i watched the surprise in his eyes as we both woke the next morning still in wolf form, the day after the full moon.

And the day after that too when we hunted and he made his own display of human bodies. I had indulged with him for a few hours but eventually grew bored and waited for him to finish. His aggression was something i was still unused to, i forever missed the gentle touch as his face brightened and he weaved plants together to create a crown.

I found him on a number of occasions patiently waiting by my den, as soon as i arrived he was on his feet and ready to run to the falls, often pushing his luck to see if he could push me into the water which would always end up with him being dragged in too and us both having a water war for hours on end.

A moment I cannot forget is when his mother came into town, an attempt to kill her children but she chose the woods to do so and i could sense his fear.

But when i arrived and broke through her magical barrier, recognition spread through her face as she stepped back

“No…it can’t be” she uttered looking from me to Niklaus

“After all these years you still protect him?” She murmured but i didn’t allow her many more words before launching at her, Finn dragged her away after I mauled her.

I reluctantly looked to Niklaus seeing his eyes soft and lips parted, only two words whispered before i dashed back off to the forest

“My queen”

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carnivorousyandeere · 2 months

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How would the werewolf pack handle a new pack moving close to/into their territory? And what if a member of the new pack showed an interest in their darling 👀

It begins a little tense, but overall the yan pack is just a little wary/cautious. Werewolves aren’t quite as territorial over land as you might think. Packs’ territories can overlap, pack members can intermingle with those of a different pack, switch packs. It’s not unheard of for two packs to merge into one either; especially smaller packs (the Yan Pack is a fairly solid polycule as Cyrus is becoming more and more integrated with the pack. They’re not likely to lose any members, but they might be open to taking in one or two more members if they truly seem like a good fit.).

Mason is especially wary of the new pack, as he works hard to keep his own pack members safe and keep up their human façade, and he doesn’t yet know what the new pack’s values are. Are they the type to view humans as prey and make his job harder? Will they expose Mason’s pack members as werewolves and destroy their cover among human society? The other werewolves follow his lead on the matter. Even Ace does his best to avoid trouble with the new pack.

If a member of the new pack is willing to forsake their old pack and join the yan pack, the yan pack might accept this as long as the new addition treats you well, remembers that you belong to all of them, and that they don’t jeopardize the pack’s secrecy and safety among the humans. However, if they don’t treat you well enough, they get a little too cocky and keep trying to genuinely steal you from the other members of the pack, and constantly challenge Mason’s ideas about what’s best for the pack, they’re going to get put down like the feral dog they’re acting like.

A whole new pack all taking an interest in you is seen as a threat, and the yan pack would kill them all instead of giving the new wolves any chance of stealing you away. Mason’s police reports will chalk it up to a drug deal gone wrong, framing the deceased pack as both buyers and sellers, saying there were no survivors of their internal conflict. Case closed, nothing more to investigate.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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could i ask for one Yandere!Wednesday Addams x Werewolf reader? Please?

Enid walks in to find Y/N in their wolf form with a collar on…

Enid: uhh why is Y/N wearing a collar?

Wednesday: because they’re all mine

Y/n barks happily…

Wednesday lets out a devious grin…

#wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams #yandere wednesday #wednesday #wednesday is a softie at heart #domestic werewolf #werewolf reader #werewolves #domestic werewolves #werewolf #cuddly werewolf

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Please do more werewolf and merman c reader pls I love them so much!!!

Wow I'm happy to see you liked it

I chose the werewolf since it was so long ago

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Part 1

You sighed, in hopes that your exhale would release some of the tension you had built as you anxiously anticipated the meeting. While your…mate…who had originally promised to find ‘a den of his own’ recently retracted that statement saying ‘it was entirely useless considering the whole reason he was there in the first place.’ Now you had to settle the score with your landlord who had been kind enough to send multiple emails before demanding that you have a face to face meeting. You shooed off your ‘mate’ considering he didn’t really value modern niceties and came here after work instead of going straight home. The office wasn’t far in fact it was just below your apartment which also made it impossible to lie about your added tenant.

*Clank*

You jumped at the opening of the door before walking inside to sit on the soft chair across from the desk. The inside looked nothing like your own, it looked like the mockery of some rich person reading nook even fashioned with what had to be a fake fireplace. You didn’t bother trying to investigate as the chair across the desk from you turned revealing your landlord.

“Pleasure to see you again, (Y/n).”

You watched his pointed ears flick as he squinted his golden eyes at you with a deceitful smile. He leaned on his elbow as he titled his head before continuing.

“Now what is this I hear about you gaining a roommate, without asking me?”

“Y-yeah it was sort of spontaneous and at first I thought he would move out but then he-”

“He?”

“Uhm, yeah so he said he’d leave but he wouldn’t. If it's alright with you I’ll just pay the extra amount–”

“What’s your relationship with him, exactly? And what's his name?”

“Eh? It's uh-Win-ston? And he’s–well he’s-” You struggled to think. You couldn’t say he claimed to be your mate, even speaking to a descendant of a kitsune it would seem strange. You couldn’t just say he was your roommate, he talked too much and it’d slip out eventually considering he was not shy about ‘courting’ you. He couldn’t be your cousin because that would raise some more concerning questions. So you stuck with what you’d dreaded calling him all this time.

“He…is..my…b-b-boyf-f-friend. Yes, that's who he is.”

The door slammed open and in the doorway stood your neighbor and former friend: Mattis.

“You!? A boyfriend?! Hah! I have got to hear this.”

The petite man strode in, sauntering past you with a doubtful smirk before sitting on the lap of your landlord. He pecked his cheek before turning to you as he happily hung on the shoulders of your landlord who didn’t even react, in fact he was still looking at you skeptical at your response.

“A boyfriend? Since when did you find him and is this a matter of security that he’s not leaving?”

“I didn’t ‘find’ him if anything he found me-”

Before you could continue Mattis chimed in with a mocking tone.

“As if! Were you organizing your wallet in public this time or wearing that faux watch?”

“That was one time! And no I was actually working for your information. Anyways it's not a problem he’s fine, I’m fine and I’m not being forced or anything.”

“That sounded convincing.”

“Thank. You. Mattis. But I’m talking to my landlord.”

“And I’m,” he adjusted himself to sit even closer to your landlord if that was possible. “Giving advice to my boyfriend.”

He coyly smiled at you while he swung his legs back and forth. You rolled your eyes before going back to trying to explain your situation albeit leaving the crazy things out. In the midst of your explanation you were interrupted by the sound of crashing coming from your apartment above. Everyone in the office looked up at the ceiling as the sound continued.

“Are you sure he’s not robbing you because it sure sounds like it?” Mattis quipped, still looking at the ceiling.

“I-if you’ll excuse me, h-he’s probably getting antsy without me there.”

You left your rent money on the table before excusing yourself to run up the stairs. As you were making your hasty exit your landlord called out to you.

“In a few days bring him around so I can meet him!”

“O-okay!”

You climbed the concrete stairs as fast as you could hoping he didn’t do too much damage.

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“Whoo I’m glad it wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m sorry mate, I just wanted to make sure that your pots were organized. I always see you struggling with them when you cook.”

“Yeah, and somehow reorganizing the cabinet in the kitchen also meant reorganizing the vases I have around?”

“Yes!”

When you unlocked the door to your apartment a couple of vases that you had strewn across the living space were smashed and on the ground. True to his word there were some pots outside of their designated spot but you figured it could have been worse.

“So how did the meeting go my mate?”

“It went fine but we need to talk about what rules are going to be followed around here.”

“Oooh my mate is bossing me around~how cute!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you ushered him to sit on the couch. Finally getting him to sit still you paced back and forth on the carpet as you broke the rules down for him.

“Rule number one: Do not call me mate! I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while but it's just weird.”

The ears on the top of his head drooped and his tail sagged as he pouted at you.

“Then what am I supposed to call you, then?”

“By name: (Y/n). Wait, did you not know that before following me around?”

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “Of course I did! But as your mate I’m supposed to be special, anyway.”

“Well if you want to do nicknames that's a discussion for later.” You suddenly made an embarrassing realization as you looked at the werewolf who happily awaited your next words.

“Um…real quick what’s your name exactly?”

For all the days you had spent keeping up with his shenanigans and being stuck to his side because you couldn’t compete with his insane strength you never properly swapped names. It was like when you were a kid and you’d forget to ask until your parents asked. Like you were having so much fun it didn’t even matter.

“Oh my given name, my beloved ma-(Y/n) is Winston.”

“Wait, your name is actually Winston?”

“Yes, why?”

“I-I just guessed it when I told my landlord…I can’t believe I got that right.” You mumbled the last bit to yourself as it just seemed bizarre for you to get that correct.

“See, it's the power of our destiny. I was made for you so of course you’d know things about me naturally.” He boasted with a knowing smirk and glint in his eyes that made you look away to continue your original task.

“Rule number 2: From now on, you will be referred to as my boyfriend! When people ask you're going to tell them that's what you are.”

“Nope. That’s a hard no.”

“What, why?”

“Exactly why I shouldn’t stop calling you my mate. We are naturally paired to be together–insinuating that I’m just a boyfriend undermines our relationship severely.”

He was standing now, turned away as he pointed his nose skyward and crossed his arms. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you tried to think on how you could convince him. Getting an idea, you reached for his upright tail that was so conveniently placed in front of you and lightly caressed it as you spoke to his perked wolf-ears.

“Well different titles have different meanings to people…and for us it could mean…uh…soulmates.”

He was still looking away but you didn’t miss the slight wag as you continued caressing his tail.

“Please Winston? It’d…really mean a lot to me if you did.”

The light wagging had sped up immensely before he turned around capturing you in a hug as he frantically began to rub his face all over yours, occasionally kissing you. You just awkwardly patted his back as he continued to just rub himself all over you.

“My mate!! You don’t even know how insatiable you are! YES!”

You pride yourself on your persuasive tactics before feeling the light pin-pricks of those canines hovering near your neck. Pushing at him to pulling on his hair you were able to gain enough air from his smothering.

“H-hey?! HEY!” You got him to stop trying to bite you only for him to set you in between his legs as he nuzzled his face into the top of your head. Trying to buck away to find that you weren’t budging from his slightly muscular arms, you sighed.

“A-alright you can hold me b-but you have to listen to the rest of my rules okay?”

You felt him complete an intense sniff to your neck before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Okay !”

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Winston stared at the waxing moon through the window near your bedside. Looking wistfully at the moon before looking back at his peacefully sleeping mate. He audibly swooned as he moved to stand at the foot of your bed letting the moonlight illuminate your sleeping form as he crept in the shadows. You looked ethereal, so much so that Winston hated to disturb you so.

“Quiltted.”

Immediately your eyes snapped open and you slowly sat up. Your face was stoic as he pulled a pocket watch from out of his pocket. He swung it in front of your face faster and faster until it began to glow a red. Your (E/c) color irises lit up the same hue as the glowing item, letting your face soften as Winston leaned into your ear.

“Winston is truly meant for you. You realize you love him. Trust the process.”

Repeating this mantra a few more times the red hue faded and you closed your eyes once more flopping haphazardly back into the bed. Or you would have if your werewolf boyfriend hadn’t grabbed your limp body laying you down with him on top. Careful to control his weight he nuzzled into you freely letting his hands roam your body.

“Mmmmh,” You moaned in your sleep, turning on your side as you mumbled something close to ‘get off.’ He lovingly ignored you, only properly crawling under the covers to hold you from behind. Pocketing his watch he once again nuzzled into your neck as he reminisced on the gift from his pack.

“Father, what is this?”

“This is for your human-mate, as expected they are extremely out of touch with their senses so much so you might need to remind them.”

He smirked against your skin as he let out a calming exhale. He finally had you. His mate. His fated. He’d rather die than let anyone stop him from having this. From having you.

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“Argh! Did you see that red hue in their eyes?! They seriously went and got caught up with some scammer, I’m sure! I should’ve been with them! I should’ve not let this happen! I could’ve–”

“What? Bullied them until they left out of spite? Mattis I know you're not an idiot so stop acting like you still have control over them.”

The male spluttered in defiance before stomping his feet.

“But I can! Didn’t you see?! Just today we were–”

“Bickering while they tried to ignore you?” Quinn scoffed at his boyfriend who abashedly kept his eyes on his feet. Standing from his chair, he walked around his desk to stand directly in front of the quivering human resting his hands on their trembling shoulders. He slyly leaned past the curtain of hair to whisper into his ear.

“You’ve shown you couldn’t handle it, Matty.” The man in question, looked up fearfully at the landlord who’s previously black irises were glowing a devious crimson.

“Now it's my turn.”

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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Oof I absolutely loved the werewolf cult au 😍 And I want to also add on. How about another reason they accept this darling so willingly is because they rescued one of their own. Like one of the towns children or even the alpha themselves. And because of that the alpha is just salivating at the thought of breeding darling.

They already saw you as great material for the pack to grow, but to see you so good with their pups? Oh, sweet moon gods, you're perfect! Oh how beautiful your body would look stuffed to the brim with the alphas seed, glowing and soft as they rub your belly and feel the little ones kick.

You're the perfect addition! The gods blessed the pack with your presence, there's no doubt about it, and they aren't about to squander such a divine gift!

-Mommabean

#yandere cult #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere werewolves #yandere exophilia #mommabean #yandere a/b/o #yandere omegaverse

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yandere-kokeshi · 5 months

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Hi lovey! How are you? I’m sorry for requesting so much poly werewolf 141 😭 could you do a werewolf or regular yandere poly 141 x a short reader? I’m 5’1, all of them would tower over me 😭

— Yandere Werewolf TF-141 with a gn darling whose short

Warnings: yandere behavior, slight teasing, swearing, and werewolf shiz.

A/N: Hiii!! I’m doing great, hbu!? I did poly; and please enjoy this ‘short’ headcanon. Have an amazing evening <3.

The protectiveness is even worse — in their, dumb little werewolf brains: you’re short = unable to protect, or even defend thyself. You’re just so small, a bit short beside them, and they adore the height difference.

Everyone has their own obsession, and treats you like an absolute doll whenever you’re around them.

Price has an obsession with picking you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist or spinning you; easily making you grip him tighter when he playfully nips at you.

Ghost loves giving you piggyback rides, especially if he’s in his full form; riding you along on his back within in the forest when you and him decide to go onto a hike.

Johnny takes advantage of your shortness, placing objects incredibly high on top shelves, and just awaits you to come and ask him for help. Of course, if you decide to outsmart him, grab a stool, or climb up, he’ll growl and yap at you — you’re supposed to ask him for help!

While the others, including Simon, love to tease you about your height, Kyle is much calmer. While his teasing isn’t as much verbalized, he has a fanged-smirk on his face every time you can’t do something due to your height. Of course, he comes up behind you, an arm wrapping around your lower back and grabbing whatever you need.

Expect a lot of forehead kisses, and being pushed into their warmed bodies; especially during cuddle piles. It’s not common for you to pop out of the pile, body sweating, and Price’s loud snoring prominent within your beating heart.

When they’re in their full werewolf forms — all of them love to coddle you, and quite literally pick you up anywhere, at any time. Nipping at your ankles, growling affectionately and dragging you back to the nest with the nape of your shirt. And if you decide to ignore them? They will whip their head underneath you, whisking you up on their head, and making you fall back onto your back; which only results in you being dragged by your pant leg.

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