#werewolf oc

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yandere!werewolf who nurses you back to health, hand-feeding you soup, making sure the fur pelts are always up to your chin, providing his own body heat with you.

yandere!werewolf who doesn't let you leave even though your fever has significantly gone down. if you went.. out there without him again, you'd surely die!

yandere!werewolf who treats you like he imprinted on you. he doesn't need anyone else. this imprint may not have happened, but he feels it.

yandere!werewolf who, on the full moon, finally reveals his true form. he's massive as a wolf, bigger than a bear, with paws bigger than the size of your face.

yandere!werewolf who chuffed at you, nuzzling you with his snout to prove he wasn't dangerous. he was proving he could protect you.

the question is: when your werewolf gf sits on your lap, does she look like a great dane?

ocs belong to @witchazard 💘💘💘

My werewolf gal (Yupa) doodles AWOOOOO

+ birdgal (Tori) doodle

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐉.𝐁

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ FLORDIA KILOS , LANA DEL REY jacob black! x fem!reader

WARNINGS : smut, huge size kink, headlock fucking (kinda), p in v, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, consent checks, dirty talk

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The moonlight spills into the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. The only sound is the quiet rush of your breath, tangled up in the heated silence between you and Jacob. He’s towering over you, his chest pressing against your back, the weight of his body a constant reminder of just how big he is. His arm snakes around your neck, locking you in a headlock that isn’t tight, but possessive—like he’s holding you in place because he knows you can’t get enough of him.

You can feel him everywhere. The heat of his skin, the way his muscles flex as he moves above you, the hardness of his cock buried deep inside you. He doesn’t move fast, not yet. He’s holding back, savoring every inch of you, but you can tell he’s on the edge of losing control. His hand grips your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back against him, sinking deeper with every thrust. His other hand slides down to your stomach, pressing firmly against your abdomen.

"Feel that?" Jacob murmurs, his voice low and thick with need. “That’s me, baby. I’m right there—deep inside you.”

You gasp, fingers trembling as you reach down, feeling the bulge of him pressed tight against your belly. Your stomach is stretched, the shape of him so fucking real inside you, and your heart skips a beat at the sensation. He’s too big—way too big—but you don’t want him any other way.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jacob growls, his hips grinding against you in slow, deliberate thrusts. “You can barely take me. But you’re taking it so well, baby. Fuck, you make me want to break you.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat flooding your body, and you push back against him, needing more. You can feel him pulse inside you, the way his cock hits the deepest part of you, stretching you further, making you ache in the best way.

“You’re so huge,” you breathe, unable to hide the way your voice shakes. “I can feel you everywhere. You’re making me feel—so full.”

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” Jacob’s grip tightens on your waist, his hand dragging down to cup your ass. He pulls you back harder, his cock slipping deeper, making your whole body shudder. “You can’t get enough of me, can you? You’re mine, fuck—you’re all mine.”

You’re shaking now, barely able to stay upright as he fucks into you, slow and deep, each thrust a reminder of just how much bigger he is than you. You’re small—so small compared to him—and he’s fucking you like he knows it, like he’s going to stretch you until you can’t take anyone else.

“Tell me you need me, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me I’m fucking you the way you need.”

You’re barely able to speak, but you manage to push the words out, barely more than a whisper. “Please, Jacob. I need you… so bad. Don’t stop. Fill me up, make me yours.”

A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and animalistic. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna ruin you,” he mutters, slamming into you harder now, each thrust stronger, more desperate. His hands move to your hips, gripping them with bruising force as he pounds into you relentlessly. “You think you can take me, huh? You think you can handle all of me?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your body shaking from the intensity of it. “I can take it. I can take all of you, Jacob!”

His thrusts become faster, harder, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the room. You feel like you’re being split open, like he’s taking you apart with every stroke, but it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt. The way he fills you up, the way he stretches you, it’s almost too much—and yet you can’t get enough.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, his voice rough, desperate. “Can feel every inch of me inside you, baby. Fuck, you were made for me. I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll never forget it.”

He pulls you back harder, every thrust now a brutal, punishing slam into you, your body rocking with each movement. Your stomach jumps, the bulge of him pushing against your flesh, and you can’t stop the soft moan that slips from your lips. You’re so fucking full, every inch of him inside you like he owns you.

“Jacob,” you whimper, “I can’t—can’t take it much more.”

But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, pushing, making you feel every inch of him, making you feel like you’re going to break but you can’t stop him, not now.

“I know,” he breathes, his voice gruff with lust. “I know, baby. But I’m not done with you yet. I’m gonna make sure you feel me for days. Gonna fill you up, make you scream my name.”

And when you finally come, it hits you like a fucking storm, your body convulsing around him as you let go. You feel your walls tightening around his cock, and Jacob growls, fucking you through your orgasm, his own release following close behind. He pushes into you one last time, holding you against him as he spills inside you, filling you with his warmth.

He stays inside you, breathless and spent, his body heavy against yours. His hand moves to your stomach again, pressing down, feeling himself still twitching inside you.

“You feel that?” he asks softly, his voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. “That’s me. You’re full of me. Always.”

You nod, your body still trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Jacob’s big, too big, but he’s yours. All yours. And you know—he’s never letting you go.

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