#werewolf max

[darlingboydiaz]

i'll howl for you, i sing to you (i circle you)

lestappen, 4.5k, werewolf max, crack treated seriously

It's remarkably easy to smuggle a wolf into Monaco, Charles finds.

But that might just be because the police officer that stops Charles on his way back doesn't even write the damn speeding ticket he should have received.

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or: Charles should have checked if his rescue animal truly is not in fact a werewolf.

[itsmrvlxf1]

Hello everybody! So I bit the bullet and started one more AU! It’s a Royal Lestappen Max!Werewolf/Charles!Vampire AU, arranged marriage, late 1800s era.

I have zero clue how big it will be or what the title will be or who the bad guy will be (tbh I have an idea but I want to marinate on it a bit) and when I will finish writing it.

But, what do you think? Do you like the idea?

Also, do you have any accurate fanarts of them in that vibe? I am trying to make myself as well but I broke my digital pen and I am useless when it comes to using my fingers to sketch.

[rec-and-record]

If you liked the classic series; Scream Street by Tommy Donbavand then you should look into Werewolf Max trilogy by N. A Davenport!

[lillyloon]

Ok I'm just spit talking here, but how would Weredog Sam, react to Wererabbit Max?

Took them a moment to recognize each other like this

[delopsia]

can you do a kinky dom dylan/max x sub enby (they/them) or gender neutral reader? but no weird kinks like breeding or pregnancy stuff if that's alright. preferably kinda rough but do whatever you're comfortable with! 😚💕

also, if you ever want a detailed request for a longer fic, i have an idea. i know what'll drive my fellow simps crazy or make them sad.

well, this was...something. Entirely experimental, I blacked out while writing this. Anywho, id love to know what your other idea was 💕💃

Word Count: 900

Warnings & Notes: Implied werewolf Max, overstimulation, slight voyeurism if you squint, general rough sex with no communication at all.

You can't think. 

You don't know how you got here; the hood of Max's Jeep so cold against the hot skin of your back that it burns. It burns just as brightly as the throbbing between your legs, clenching hole freshly split open on a heavy cock that threatens to tear you open if you don't get ahold of yourself and relax. 

"Aw, does that hurt, honey?" Max cooes, mocking, and it's only now that you recognize the filthy cries falling from your own swollen lips. You can't help it; even as pearly white teeth sink into your own lip, you can't stop the involuntary whimpers that he punches out of you with every heavy thrust. 

There's a twinge in the back of your mind; there's something off in his eye, glinting gold when the light catches them just right. Hands, once gentle and soft, squeeze your hips so tight you fear they may leave bruises, dragging you down into each and every thrust, fat head brushing along a soft spot that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Am I too big, hm?" You've never heard his voice this deep before, and God, his teeth. Unnaturally sharp, cutting open his plush bottom lip when they so much as brush against it. 

"Max!" It's all you can say, all you can think. Aching hole clenching with every outward drag, gasping with every heavy drive back in, pistoning in and out so, so quickly, your foggy mind can hardly keep up with it. Trembling fingers dig into the freckled skin of his shoulders, drawing blood in your efforts to just hang on, and Max growls. A deep, reverberating noise that should set off every alarm bell in your head. 

It doesn't.

You're panting, light-headed with your efforts to just fucking breathe. You don't know what's louder, the sickly squelch from between your legs, echoing God knows how far across the Quarry, or the cries that you fail to silence, throat raw from creating such loud noises that ring through your ears. You desperately hope that nobody comes looking for you; nobody comes to check on the bite that has long since vanished from Max's neck. 

All of a sudden, there's a heat rapidly blooming between your legs, burning hotter with every drag of his cock against that little spot that has you fluttering around him. Legs trembling around his waist, barely able to stay up. Then he's dragging you closer, further down the hood of his car, fucking you deeper, harder, only held up by the dick that's ramming into you and the singular hand haphazardly gripping your hip. 

"Max, Max, wait, I'm—!" Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, muscles seizing as you cry out one last time. Clenching down, cumming around his cock, trembling as he keeps plowing into you, fucking you through it without faltering. Everything is white, the sirens going off in your head building into a deafening ringing. 

You're dully aware of the ringing growing quieter, lungs stinging as you take your first breath in God knows how long. Your body is rocking back and forth, your spine raking against something hard and solid that you know isn't your mattress.

Oh.

"Max!" You're squirming, struggling to get away from the cock that just keeps fucking you, relentless. If anything, it's getting faster, rubbing against your sensitive, overfucked insides. Tears sting at your eyes, too much, it's too much. 

There's something not right in his eyes, glassy and golden. He fucks you steadily now, maintaining that absolutely brutal pace, and you hate that you're losing yourself again, drowning in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked on the hood of his car. Overstimulating your swollen hole, tingling with ebbings of heat once more. 

He fills you completely, cockhead pressing deliciously against your sensitive and abused soft spots; you fear you may break if he changes pace again. Hot tears run down your flushed cheeks, throat dry, and produce anything more than a soft squeak. His rhythm is starting to change, less steady, becoming more and more erratic with every soul-crushing thrust. 

For what feels like the first time all night, he blinks, leans down to press his nose against yours. "Honey," it sounds so much like him; he's still in there. 

"Max," without warning, it hits you again, spurred on by the sound of his voice alone. The strangled noise that leaves you is obscene; everything spins as your muscles tighten and tremble with the force of it. You can't think.

Shuddering from the aftershocks of cumming twice in such little time, hole clenching and fluttering around...nothing. Something warm and gooey drips down your thighs, hot breath fans out against the exposed skin of your neck. Fingers comb through your hair, gentle and slow as blunt nails drag against your scalp. 

"Max?" At least, you try to say it, yet it only comes through as a whimper.

"I'm here," his voice hoarse, kissing the flushed skin of your cheek, "I'm here." 

Opening your eyes is a tremendous task; eyelids suddenly weighed down and cemented shut. Pale blue eyes blink back at you, dull, pearly whites glinting in the light as he bites his lower lip. He's cradling you like you're made of glass, heaving chest the only remnant of his once animalistic efforts. 

Whatever it was, it's not there now. 

"What just happened?"

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

Max Week 5-7

I don't know if I'll color these anytime soon I'm kinda busy

[rainboom-blitz]

Max Week 2021 - Day 2: Parody/AU 🌕🐺

Here comes the lagomorph beast, Werewolf Max will haunting you down and feast you into his hunger!

[b00pyb00p]

Werewolf Max.... im sorry if u can’t see his werewolf form