#werewolf drabble

[bumpen-underbeds]

So apparently people who work with wolves say that they are constantly trying to lick the inside of their mouths, because its a proper greeting for wolves.

What about a pack of himbo werewolves and they just keep licking at the reader, just trying to lick the inside of their mouth and confused as to why they aren't letting them.

I immediately had an image in mind after reading this.

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When they first introduced themselves you were surprised by how quick to touch they were, over reaching from a handshake to full blown hugging in a single moment. For what you assumed was the equivalent of a small scale frat house, the gaggle of werewolves that had moved in next door, you really weren't expecting the level of contact they deemed as friendly...

The first time it happened you were in the laundry room, putting your sheets in the dryer when two of them came stumbling in with a ridiculous amount of clothes to wash, all you'd done was smile and wave at them when one of them came rushing over.

Wrapping his arms around you and greeting you with a firm headbutt and nuzzling into your face, unashamed as he licks across your cheek, swiping his tongue across your lips and whining when you jolt back in surprise, as if what he'd done was completely normal.

Scrambling for a moment you accidentally amble into the other werewolf, yelping loudly as he repeated the same motions and licks as the other, both looking like defeated puppies when you snatch up your laundry and bolt out of the laundry as quickly as you can.

It's awkward the next few times they see you in the hallway, the two from the laundry perk up but whine at the same time, a confusing mix that leaves you more bewildered than before.

Surely the rest of the group isn't as forward... Wrong.

Each encounter you have with the werewolves starts with them trying to cuddle, nuzzle, and lick your face and your mouth. Every time you jerk back or away they whine, sulking visibly despite the way you'd pulled back they persist in trying to french you on the daily whenever they lay their eyes on you.

[rednotebooksworld]

A Type of Affection

werewolf {romeo}/female!human!reader

sfw drabble

contains: fluff, just fluffy fluff

Summary: your werewolf boyfriend likes to be brushed by you

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Romeo watched you in curiosity as you moved about in your shared bedroom. You shoved opened drawers, slamming them shut again as you cursed or scowled in frustration.

“What’s wrong, angel? Looking for something?” Romeo asks curiously.

As soon as you turn to face him, Romeo’s tail would thump against the floor as it moves up and down. Romeo is the type of guy that likes having attention on him, no matter what it is. Though after meeting you, he only likes your attention and yours alone.

“You come back and your fur is a mess, so I decided to I’d brush it for you… if I can find that damn brush I bought.” You grumble.

Romeo chuckles, his tail still wagging smacking the wooden floor. “You are so silly, yet so sweet, angel.” He says.

“Yeah, yeah, praise me later you big goof. Quit being love sick and help me.” You say, tearing through items in the bedside table drawer.

Romeo watches but then he remembers that you left the brush that you use for his fur in the living room. Usually around the spring and summer time, he sheds his winter coat and to keep it from getting all over the house you brush him. Which he quite likes, just to feel your hands in his fur and feeling the way he feels less heavy when his winter coat is brushed off of him.

“Angel.” He calls

“What?” You grumble out looking over her shoulder at your werewolf boyfriend.

“I remembered the last time you used the brush, did you look out in the living room on the entertainment stand?” Romeo asks.

You look at him, dumbfounded. How the fuck did you miss that?

“Damnit, you’re right. It was when we brushed you last month wasn’t it.” You reply.

“Yep! Come on let’s go get it.” Romeo says taking your hand gently into his larger more furred ones as he leads you out of bedroom and to the living room and there it was, the brush. Sure it was an old dog brush but Romeo liked it anyway since it rid of shedding coat.

“I can’t believe I didn’t this.” You pout slightly in frustration at yourself.

Romeo chuckles at this. “You’re so cute, angel~ it’s alright, simple displacements happen.” He grins widely.

“Whatever,” You say, sighing gently. “Come on, sit down, I’ll fix your fur here.”

“Alright, whatever you say, angel,” Romeo smiles as he does as he told and sits down on the carpeted floor as you sat behind him on the couch, brush in hand. “Go ahead whenever you are ready.” He says.

You nod as you gently guild the brush over Romeo’s fur, putting strands back in the places and untangling the knots in his fur as gently as possible. Romeo feels like he’s in heaven, it was nice being so close to you. Getting brushed was something he loves, it really expresses your love for him wanting him to look his best.

Romeo’s large furred hand grabs hold of your wrist gently, bringing it over to his face, nuzzling it gently.

“I love you, angel…” He says softly.

“And I love you too, Romeo.” You say back to him as you continue to brush him as you and Romeo sit in a comfortable silence.

[madrabbitsociety]

He didn’t have time to think before instinct took over. All that mattered was he saw Sherlock go down. He heard the crack of a skull on the cement pavement and he saw red. The thug that hit his friend found himself thrown against a wall. He bounced off, hit the ground and John had him back up, pressed against the brick, snarling. He knew his eyes were glowing.

“You dared,” John managed, but his voice was already ripping apart and knitting itself back together as the change began. His teeth ached to bite.

“John!” Sherlock groaned. “Drop him!”

((Continue))

[bumpen-underbeds]

He'd snarled at every monster that came near you, sitting with his head on your lap tail wagging endlessly behind him as you coo over how fluffy and soft he is, never mind that you are the only human in a monster infested park but between your soft spoken words and the scratch of your nails behind his ears is everything right in the world now.

Sure, the moment the strange scent around you fades your probably gonna freak out and scream, but for now he will soak up every bit of cooing puppy talk you're giving him.

You'd been to the optometrist today, had eye drops and now the world is a lovely blurry mess, so where better to spend the hour your vision is fucked up than the park? Sure, you didn't realise that the world around you had dipped, bled and shifted into a world of monsters and abominations, not that you could have seen the shift, but the dog currently in your lap was so friendly that you didn't mind as much.

It will be a shame when its owner comes along to take them home, you've had such a wonderful time petting and coddling the sweet pup. Even if the person beside you sounds like they have been eating the wettest bowl of noodles known to man...

Beside you is a small tumbleweed-like monster made of vines and moss, rolling around on the small section of bench waiting for its turn to have the human pet it, never mind the occasional growl from the werewolf hogging your attention, or the small group of other monsters all waiting for their own turn under your hands, eager to be talked sweetly too.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Mmmm a royal family of werewolves, the country is a constitutional monarchy, but the royal family still holds sway over banks and such.

You as a diplomatic envoy, visit and stay in a small guest house on the royal grounds, not expecting to find the oldest of the royal children, a werewolf with deep reddish brown fur and nearly three decades of life experience, royal training, and graces taught to him, kneeling on the bed you'd been sleeping in humping against the pillow you used.

Telling him not to stop on your behalf, looking him over as you move closer.

Ignoring the whimper he lets out and settling into place on the bed, pulling the handkerchief you've been using to dab at sweat from the different climate, and shoving it into his face. Watching as he shudders and whines again, hips starting to move, soft yellow eyes watching you as he fucks himself against the pillow.

Kicking off your shoes from the day as you settle more on the bed, shifting so that you are sitting in front of him, watching more intentionally as he holds the handkerchief to his face on his own, whole body shaking as he seems to be stopping himself from cumming.

Just an older, unmarried, werewolf prince with a massive crush on one of the visiting diplomats. He's humping your pillow, stealing your handkerchiefs or laundry when you're at the palace, just desperate to get a solid hit of the scent he's enamored with.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Werewolf barracks bunny lifestyle...

Not even snuck onto the base or sites anymore, the guards just shake their heads and let you through the gates, pretending not to already be half hard at the memories that that have from the previous visits.

Bounding through the door to the barracks and picking a bed to crawl into, it doesn't matter which one you start with, you'll end up on the mats drooling and fucked stupid anyway so what's it matter if your in a grunts bed or an officer's?

Squealing as you get chased around the barracks halls, werewolves playing along as they snatch and shred the clothes you came in, there is already a spare shirt and PT shorts tucked away for after the unit of wolves is done with you. Giggling when you end up sliding into the chest of one of the bigger ranked werewolves, giving half hearted wiggles as they sling you over their shoulders and carry you into the main room, dumping you on the mat and pressing one large hand to the small of your back as they strip out of their fatigues.

Belts, boots, and Camo pants thrown about, as the werewolves barracks becomes an avoid at all costs zone for the rest of the base.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Your partner is a dog of a man, while yes he is a werewolf and it's only natural, but he is a mutt through and through.

He gropes you in public, you know why he does it even if you have glared at him every time he slides his hand down to your ass, it doesn't matter what your wearing, he's grabbing your ass, slipping his hands across your thighs and splaying his fingers wide enough to have his pointer tease the seam of your crotch.

Chuffing with laughter as he feels you squirm under his touch, growling softly in your ear as he holds your hip with one hand and cups between your legs with the other, nuzzling his muzzle into your neck as he gropes you. Forget ever going around the house in just your underwear, he's not above simply ruining them as he knows at home he can slip his hand under them and press his fingers against you properly, claws digging into the plush fat of your ass as he bends you over the kitchen counter.

Your partner is a mutt, a feral dog of a creature, sitting in his lap at an outdoor theatre, biting down on your own fingers in the dark as he makes it look like he is focused on the movie, all while he is working your clothes open enough to sink you onto his cock, there is enough of this movie left that he could knot you and not a single person would know.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Hmmmm werewol bf with gn chubby reader with body imagine issues, and our werewolf bf fixes it by praising us and stuffing us full with his knot :]

Ya know what... Yes, yes I think I can.

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He'd seen the look on your face, seen that slight scrunch and furrow of the brow as an outfit you'd bought no longer fit the way it had before, the push and tug of trying to make it work. He didn't like how you tore out of it and began to find something more covering, he'd thought you looked perfect before but clearly the internal voices had won over the clearly hungry look he had been giving you.

Honestly, he'd had enough of seeing you doubt how wonderful he thought you looked. The plans for the evening are easily rescheduled anyway, and right now he had bigger things to tackle, namely you into the bed.

The scramble of trying to claim you'll be late, or that the two of you don't have time for anything like this, but your words die quickly as he strips you out of the sweater and jeans you had pulled on. Growling that you had done nothing but show off how delicious you looked while choosing your little outfit, practically teasing him with all those glorious curves only to cover them up and give him flimsy excuses to keep him off you.

The fight leaves you as he latches himself to your chest, nibbling and marking his way across your chest, stomach, hips and thighs, snarling as he gently bites into the plush curves. Pulling back to admire the marks he had left behind before letting you pull him into a kiss, breaking apart to adjust himself rocking against your ass as he pants about how wonderful you look, how sweet you taste to him, how he would keep you naked, fucked out and pretty for him at home if he could.

Snatching up the lube kept near your bed he drizzles it along his length, holding himself steady as he guides himself in, sighing in bliss as he moves to hold your hips, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder placing small pecks along what he can reach as he pushes forward.

You can feel the press of his slowly swelling knot as he rocks his hips, guiding you into meeting his movements with soft, sweet words.