Werewolf!Boyfriend who wants to stay secure in your arms while he transforms under the full moon instead of being alone like always but he's scared he'll hurt you.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who you hold in your arms, petting his hair and assuring him nothing he could do would hurt you.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who clings to you when night falls and it begins, his bones and skin aching as he starts to pant.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who whines against you in pain as his body starts to shift, burying his head deeper against your lap as he mumbles about how its going. You tell him reassuring words as he grunts.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who grabs onto your arm for support as he feels fur start to sprout on him, trying not to dig his claws into you as he groans in pain, sharp fangs crowding his mouth.
Werewolf!Boyfriend who collapses on your lap fully transformed, tail thumping as you stroke his ears and tell him that you're still here for him.
𐙚700 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), riding, overstimulation(not really), mean praise, bad bod😋, etc.𐙚
His thighs were spread wide on the edge of the bed, heavy arms slung over the back of it like he had all the time in the world. His shirt was still half-on, chest hair visible under the stretched cotton, stomach soft and thick and smug where he sat watching you hesitate between his legs.
You were naked. Shaky. Already wrecked, and he hadn’t even touched you in ten minutes.
“C’mon,” he said, voice rough with smoke and heat. “Get on.”
You hesitated. Your knees were weak, your thighs still trembling from the last round. And your stomach twisted — not from nerves, but from knowing how it would feel. You hated riding. It was too deep. Too sharp. It always made you feel like you couldn’t breathe.
You didn’t move.
He raised an eyebrow. “What, suddenly shy now? You took me like a good little mess earlier. What’s this act for?”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You glanced at his dick — already hard again, heavy and waiting, flushed and leaking against his stomach. Your body wanted it. But you shook your head.
"I—I don’t like it like that," you said, barely audible. “It feels... too much.”
He blinked. Then smiled.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
Just slow and mean.
“Too much, huh?”
You swallowed.
“That’s why you’re gonna do it.”
He patted his thigh. “Come on. Be brave for me.”
You stepped forward, one knee on either side of his lap, hands braced on his chest. He was warm, his skin soft under your palms, his belly pressing into yours as you lined yourself up.
He didn’t help you. Didn’t hold your hips. Just sat there watching, his dick pulsing under you.
You sank down.
The stretch hit immediately — deep. Too deep. You gasped, legs locking as your body tried to reject the angle. It felt sharp, unbearable, like he was splitting you open from the inside.
Your nails dug into his chest. You shook.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, mocking and fond all at once. “I know it’s a lot.”
You tried to lift up, to ease off, but his hands shot to your hips, dragging you down the rest of the way in one thick, brutal stroke.
You choked.
“Shhh,” he rasped, mouth at your ear now. “You’re doin’ so fucking good for me.”
You whimpered, body overwhelmed — your hole fluttering, your dick or clit throbbing from the pressure of him everywhere.
He rolled his hips up into you once, hard.
You cried out, full-on now.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ride. Make me feel you squeeze.”
You moved — shaky and slow — dragging up, then back down. The burn was unreal. He hit every goddamn nerve. It made your head spin.
He licked his lips as he watched you bounce.
“Look at you,” he said, voice dragging. “Don’t even like it and you’re still takin’ it. Still getting wet. Still fucking dripping on my dick.”
You cried out again, back arching.
“That’s it. Take what I give you.”
He pulled you down into a kiss then — all spit and tongue, his beard scraping your chin, his breath hot and thick as he groaned into your mouth.
“You like this,” he whispered against your lips. “You hate it, and you still fuckin’ like it.”
You couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t stop. You were riding him faster now, clumsier, more desperate — chasing something even as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
He grabbed your ass in both hands, forcing you to grind deeper.
“Gonna come on my cock like this?” he growled. “While I’m sittin’ here letting you do all the fuckin’ work?”
You whimpered — broken — and nodded, already spiraling.
“Yeah,” he hissed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let it happen. You earned it.”
And you did. Loud and shuddering. Clenching around him while he held you down and rutted up into you once, twice, three times—
Then he came too, groaning low and mean as his cock twitched inside you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you there, right where he wanted you. Pinned, stuffed full, and completely overwhelmed.
His breath was hot at your throat. “See?” he whispered. “You can take anything I give you.”
"Oh god," you moaned as Shidou's cock brushed yours, his breath heavy on your neck. You felt his teeth sink into your flesh, a groan rumbling from his own throat as your body arched against his.
"Fuck." He growled, rutting harder against you. Precum coated both of your cocks, dripping down your rubbing shafts. He drew his hips back with a shuddering breath, and yours jerked up towards him.
You whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your feet struggled against the sheets, trying to find footing, as Shidou's pace sped up. Fuck, you couldn't wait for him to be inside of you.
"Being such a good boy," he huffed. "Hahh, you feel so good." he moaned into your ear.
"Ryuuuu-" You whined, hips lifting off the bed to meet his as your loins throbbed uncontrollably.
"Fuck, say my name just like that, slut." Shidou breathed. "God, you make me so pent up-"
Your nails dug into his bare skin, head lolling back as you felt bliss slowly overwhelm you, his cock throbbing against yours with each soaked brush.
But like imagine neighbor! Price, he knows your husband and isn’t that big of a fan of him at all. Leaving you alone for days on end for “business trips”. Price knew that’s not what he was doing. Your husband was a damn junkie. Running up all you guys money on coke and bottles at clubs.
He had seen him while off duty at a club with Gaz and Nikolai. Blowing your money, the money he had spent without your knowledge, on strippers and the several bottles he had bought in the club.
Price being be good neighbor he was had told you. He felt bad when he saw how your heart practically shattered. You were tearing up and ended up crying into his chest. He brought you back into your house where he stayed with you the entire time. Your tears for your husband was soon replaced with tears for John as he had you splayed out on his lap.
“I know baby, I know. Feels good yeah?”
You could barely get your words out as he rubbed your clit for what seemed like forever while he had you propped up on his lap. Tears pouring down your cheeks as you felt your fourth orgasm hit you.
“So good for me doll, let’s make sure you feel real nice now, yeah?..”💭🎀
I love the idea of dating Jason Todd as a somewhat sugar daddy sort of situation. He pays your rent, won't let you pay for anything when you are together. And he never says no to anything you could ask for if you ask him right after sex. There isn't enough ftm!reader sugar daddy fics/drabbles.
I think Jason would but I also think he’d be so lowkey about it
examples! ˙⋆✮
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You go out to a coffee shop and you sway back and forth as you try to decide if you want your regular or something—Jason just holds your hand as he waits for you to finally blurt out what you want and before you can even think about the total that the barista announces, his card is pressed against the reader and the transaction had gone through.
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You’re looking over your finances for the month—they aren’t necessarily bad they were just a little tight. You’d probably have to put off your car maintenance for a while because rent and bills had to take priority. Jason bites into an apple as he peeks over your shoulder, looking at your current balance and your expected expenses—he swallows before telling you not to worry about it—he’ll cover your rent and bills, you should go get your car checked out. You try to argue, telling him you could at least split it, it wouldn’t be fair on him to shoulder everything. He argues that it wouldn’t be fair on you considering your salary differences (if you could consider his collections from a drug ring a salary)
You decide to split on percentage the next month. He still insists on paying the full rent (you tuck the $10 you theoretically owe him into his wallet every month).
(Also he looks at your car himself; how silly of you to think you would need to go to anybody else to fix a motor oil when your boyfriend could do it for you.)
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You stumble into your apartment, exhausted after being awake for 20 hours straight and working some ungoldly shifts—you almost don’t notice the extra pair of shoes sat by your door—the only reason you do is because they are shiny and new and too small to be Jason’s. Your first thought should have been that Jason had invited somebody into the apartment while you were out but that was actually so far from your mind. In what world would Jason bring somebody back to your shared home?? His safe space?
Oh yeah, I bought you a new pair of shoes, he answers casually as you collapse on him. Something about noticing that your current shoes are falling apart so he just bought you the same pair, only with less holes. You mumble something that sounds like a ‘thanks’ and he’s mentioning something about going shopping for more if you didn’t like them anymore but you’re already out like a light
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➜ ftm specific ♡
It often comes up during late night musings what your plans are for yourself in the future, especially when it came to transitioning. You’d done some of it, but there’s still so much more you want to do—you muse about top surgery like it’s a distant dream and with the current state of your salary and the lack of trans healthcare around, it might as well be. Hope is what keeps you going, but you absently rub at your sternum as you quietly admit to Jason how much of a relief it would be for you when you finally get it. He cups your face, gently rubbing the circles under your eyes as he asks furthering questions, where you want it done, if you have a surgeon in mind yet, what kind of surgery would you want, where would you want to stay to recover.
You answer every questions, it makes it feel more real as you do.
He asks when you want it done and honestly? As soon as you have the funds.
He asks if he can cover it and your heart leaps.
You want to argue, say it’s an insane amount of money and he’d have to cover a lot more than just the surgery because you’d have to skip out on work and you’d have to travel and all that other stuff he might not be thinking about but he’s staring with such earnest eyes that everything dies in your throat. And you nod wordlessly because both of you would love nothing more than for you to feel comfortable in your own body. ♡
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uh,, tada! I didn’t expect to write so much lmao, clearly I missed this
hope you enjoyed ˙⋆✮ the last one almost made me tear up icl
Sitting in Nikolai's lap always guaranteed one thing. You were perched on his powerful thighs, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back, but the real focus was below. You tilted your head down, watching the hypnotic slide of his thick, flushed cock as it drove between your slick thighs. From your angle, it was a perfect illusion; his shaft disappearing and reappearing could have been your own, a foreign appendage that felt more right than any part of you ever had. The thought alone made your hole clench, a desperate, empty ache blooming deep inside you.
A low, knowing chuckle rumbled in his chest. He leaned in, his lips grazing your throat. "You like that, don't you, son?" The word was a spark, a possessive, filthy claim that made you whimper.
Your hand moved on its own, sliding down to wrap around his shaft as it pumped against you. Your fingers met his slick skin, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The feel of him, hard and hot in your palm, was intoxicating. You could feel every twitch and throb, hear the ragged hitch in his breath. It was a symphony of masculine pleasure, and it was all for you.
Your mind spiraled, imagining it was your own cock you were stroking, imagining the pleasure coiling in your gut was yours to claim. The fantasy was so potent that it pushed you right to the edge. You didn't even have to touch yourself; the sheer force of it crashed over you. A choked cry escaped your lips as your thighs clamped down, your whole body trembling as your release soaked your skin.
The sudden, tight pressure of your climax was all it took for him. Nikolai let out a guttural grunt, his hips stuttering as he followed you into oblivion. Thick, hot ropes of his cum painted the inside of your thighs, a wet, filthy testament to your shared depravity.
He was still breathing heavily when he spoke again, his voice a rough, satisfied murmur against your ear. "Didn't know you were one of those trannies," he said, the word a final, possessive brand.
And god help you, you loved it. A moan escaped from you and Nikolai only began to thrust again.
"Go on, son, enjoy your cock, show me how you play with your cock."
it has officially been 2 whole weeks since that night. you had walked home alone and didn't bother greeting anyone. you just went straight to your room and cried yourself to sleep. 'thankfully it's the weekend' you had thought to yourself when you got home. you didn't know how you would show up to school with a puffy, sore, face. let alone see rodrick.
so even though it had been 2 weeks since that night, it had been two weeks since you saw rodrick. well- technically not seeing him. every time you would walk the halls between periods, you would see him walking around as well except it was with some of his band friends or 'nerds' he would ask to do his homework. and every single time, you would get the hell outta dodge.
see him in the hallways? gone. the cafeteria? gone. the bathroom? gone.
by your locker? well, you purposely waited until you watched him leave your locker after he figured you weren't coming. you didn't care how pathetic it seemed to look, waiting for him to leave so that you didn't have to face him, but you just couldn't handle seeing him.
so here you were, at your locker after you literally watched rodrick leave- a small look of irritation written all over his face. this time he had waited for damn near thirty minutes, but you would wait it out as long as you had to.
grabbing your books from science class, you drop them into your bag along with a couple of pencils.
after cleaning up a couple of papers from your locker, you find one of rodrick's rings in the far-right corner. you recognize it from that one time you got it for him at a fair. during last fall where he dragged you out with him, just you two. picking it up, you examine it. the ring didn't necessarily match his aesthetic- it was gold with intricate patterns on it but he loved it. as soon as you won it for him he wore it ever since then, but now it sits in your locker.
untouched.
he must've dropped it in my locker throughout the week...
although, you couldn't make yourself leave it sitting in your locker collecting dust. so you dropped it into the side of your bag's pocket. but as you put your hand on the side of the locker getting ready to close it-
"why are you ignoring my brother?"
you jump and slam your locker out of fear and turn your body to the voice. your heart banging against your ribcage and your breathing starting to pick up. moving your head down slightly, you're met with rodrick's younger brother greg who has a hand on his hip and an interrogating look on his face. you arch your brow at him and squint your eyes as you try to figure out why he even asked you that in the first place.
"what the hell are you even doing- how did you even get in here? don't you-"
"go to the middle school? yes. but that's not what i'm here for. why are you-"
sighing you fling your backpack over your shoulder and start to walk towards the entrance doors. "yeah i heard you greg, doesn't mean i have to answer you."
you slightly cringe at how mean you sound but it wasn't like you wanted to be mean to the kid, in fact you really liked him- no matter how much he got on rodrick's nerves. but you weren't in the mood for his shenanigans today. or to be interrogated at all.
"just wait (name), please?"
stopping in your tracks, you turn around and lean against the lockers. "five minutes, i want to get home."
greg perks up at that and walks over to you. "well, rodrick's been moping around the house for weeks now. he doesn't even blast his music in the middle of the night anymore. why are you ignoring him?"
you make a face at that last comment and rub your fingers against your temple. "i'm not doing anything. he's the one who's been acting weird, maybe ask your brother greg." you finish as you turn to walk away.
"is it about the tape?"
what.
turning back around, your face for sure looks shocked because greg begins to speak again as if he's trying to explain himself. "i- i found it like a long time ago but he made me promise not to say anything to you," he pauses. "but if you want to know-"
"what's on it greg?"
he comically looks around making sure everyone is out of earshot before he turns back to you. "...it's a song. for you. about you."
he says the last part hesitantly and quieter than the rest. you feel that same burning sensation in your chest and the heat growing on your face. you wouldn't have guessed he would make a song specifically for you- but it made sense now.
sure you two had a strong friendship, stronger than any of the other friendships he has. and yeah there was that one time you two cuddled each other during one of your various sleepovers. or the time he wouldn't let go of your hand when you two went to go see a movie and walked back home at night- but it was cold so that's normal... right? that was just your guys dynamic.
...right?
"just talk to him? please? he gets on my nerves too but he's still my brother y'know?" and that was all you needed to hear.
tightening the straps of your bag you practically run down the hall and out of the doors. you had one thing on your mind-
talk to rodrick.
the sun was beginning to set now, and you eventually mustered up the courage to go over rodrick's house to talk with him. you did take the long way from your house to his to kill time and really kill your nerves, but you were in front of his house sooner than you wanted to be. you made sure to bring the ring that he had left in your locker as well, you wanted him to have it back.
no matter which way this conversation went.
you kick up the corner of the welcome mat on the porch and pick up the key that was sitting under it, taking note that his parents aren't here tonight either- again.
walking in, you don't hear rodrick's music blasting from his room. nor do you hear anything else throughout the house- it's really quiet. way too quiet.
but you make your way up the stairs anyways and see rodrick's door slightly ajar. but you don't just walk right in like you would've two weeks ago. not wanting to invade his space like you did with the tape. but you begin to feel your nerves eating away at you as you slowly raise your hand up to knock on his door.
however, before you can make the first knock, his door opens wider and he looks at you standing there with nervousness written all over your face. rodrick doesn't look shocked though, in fact he looks like he had expected you to be there. you look at him fully; he's in regular sweatpants and his hair is a bit messy but he's wearing the hoodie you gave back to him. the sleeves look wet and that's when you look at his eyes and notice how they have a slight red hue to them. you begin to feel a bit guilty.
"i didn't think you would come over today..." he begins, but he whispers it quietly. "come in?" he asks you as he opens the door wider and stepping aside for you.
you don't answer him, but you gladly walk in and plop down on his bed. his scent fills your nose, and you realize how much you had missed him. his room is messier than usual, his record player sat untouched, and some of his clothes were thrown out on the floor.
"don't mind the mess, i haven't cleaned up in a little bit," he says as he closes his door shut and sits right next to you on his bed. "how have you been?"
your lips quirk and you look at him at bit sadly because you know he's been crying and he's trying to ignore it just to check up on you. "good. i've been good-"
"i- itried talking to you but i haven't seen you around much and i didn't mean to make you upset either, but i didn't know what to do- and i wasn't ready to give it to you- but-"
"rodrick, calm down, okay?" you firmly say, stopping him from going on a tangent as you grab both of his hands that he was fidgeting with. his breathing was uneven, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes that he tried desperately to blink back. "it's okay, yeah?"
he shakes his head in agreeance and finally calms down after a couple of seconds. you let the room sit in silence as you continue to hold his hands, brushing your thumb over his fingers.
"i'm not mad at you, i never was mad at you. i think we just need to talk to each other," you say and you finally smile as he squeezes your hands back. "i apologize for going through the box, and for stealing your hoodies. i overstepped-"
"no (name), no. you didn't do anything wrong. i like when you wear my hoodies."
your eyes light up at that. "you do?"
"yeah, i uhm- i remember when you first started wearing my hoodies back in our freshman year and when i had asked you about it. you told me it helped you with your dysphoria so i liked how comfortable you were with me," he pauses. "so how could i be mad at you about that?"
you begin to feel your own tears well up in your eyes at his remembrance of you. huffing out a laugh as you squeeze his hands. "then what about the tape? i mean you kinda freaked out on me about it and i thought i overstepped a boundary."
rodrick begins to shake his head. "what? no, i just..."
silence returns to fill the room, but you patiently wait for him to get his thoughts together. he sits up straighter now and wipes the unshed tears out of his eyes. he grabs your hands again and looks you in your eyes now.
"i like you (name). i have for a long time now but i was scared because... well i didn't know if you would like me back and you're so cool- like my best friend- i just- i didn't want to lose that."
now, everyone knows that rodrick wasn't big on emotions. if something was truly bothering him, he would play it out on his drums or blast music until his ears bled, and his problems were gone.
but not with you.
no, with you he was real. he was tender, and he was willing to be vulnerable with you just like you were willing to be vulnerable with him.
"you'll never lose me silly," you begin. "i like you too, and i didn't tell you for the same reasons as well but i'm- different. so, i didn't say-"
"you're not different to me." rodrick states firmly as he cuts you off. "never have been, never will be. but i'm glad you uh- you like me back because now," he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls the tape out of the drawer. "i can officially give you this."
you can't help but have a goofy smile on your face. not only because of the way he reassured you but because now you have the tape you two were stupidly fighting over.
"oh, i have something for you too," you say as you pull out the ring he left in your locker. "this belongs to you."
he quickly put it on and stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. you two stood there for a long moment, just enjoying each other's presence. his hair smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo he used, and you could smell your own scent on his jacket that you always wore. pulling back, his hands found their way onto your hips as he held you in place, the sparkle now back in his eyes as he looks at you fondly.
"you know that was like my last resort, right?" he huffs out a laugh.
"you dropped your ring in their as a last resort?"
he scoffs. "well how else was i supposed to get your attention? you were hiding out on me."
"mm, i don't know. could've stopped by my house or came by ms. baxter's class-"
"okay that's not fair, you know she hates me."
both of you laugh at that and rest each other's foreheads against one another's. "...would a kiss work?"
"hm?"
"as a last resort, would a kiss get your attention?"
you slightly pull your head back, smirking at him. "wanna find out?"
he doesn't waste any time and grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, landing a kiss right on your lips. you kiss him back slowly, savoring the moment as much as you can. after a couple of seconds, you pull back and laugh as he tries to chase your lips.
"hm, looks like it did get my attention heffley," you whisper. "anything else?"
"well-"
"rodrick? are you home?"
you both quietly groan at his mother's voice echoing throughout the house. but before he goes to open the door and answer her, he grabs you from behind you neck and kisses you again. this time with more desperation and need. he lands three more small pecks onto your now bruised lips before opening the door.
"oh and (name)?"
dazed, but now in a better mood since that night two weeks ago you hum in acknowledgement. "i'm taking you on a date this weekend and asking you out properly. don't forget."
with that, he heads down the stairs to talk to his mom.
you feel your heart flutter and that weird feeling in your stomach when you first realized you had a crush on him. smiling to yourself you take off your hoodie and grab one of his out of his closet.
you lay on his bed, waiting for him to come back but not without planning what flowers you're going to bring him next weekend.
