#Werewolves headcanons

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Werewolves headcanons

An addendum to the werewolf AU of the Beast in Black series. AKA the most self-indulgent thing that has ever been written.

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🐺 Werewolves have existed as long as humans, or wolves, have. Their origins are shrouded in mystery; an unconfirmed theory has it that centuries ago, the druids of an animistic religion gave wolf blood to drink to their tribes' warriors, thinking they would gain the strength and ferocity of the wolves themselves. One day, one of the warriors went beyond that, maybe because he had drank more blood than usual, and transformed into a wolf; his companions asked to share his gift, and from that day on, werewolves spread throughout the world.

🐺 Female werewolves are on average slightly larger than males, and they are all way bigger than regular wolves. An adult werewolf can reach a length of 7.3 feet and weigh up to 150 lbs, and run up to sixty miles per hour for short distances.

🐺 Werewolves are mortal and their life expectancy does not appreciably differ from that of normal humans; on the other hand, werewolves tend to be physically stronger, even while in human form, and remain hale throughout their life.

🐺 A werewolf is conceived in whatever form their parents have assumed before the intercourse; the foetus shifts together with the carrier parent. Most pregnant werewolves decide to give birth in human form, in order to be assisted by doctors and midwifes, but some prefer to shift, find a secluded spot in the woods and take things into their own hands paws. Many werewolf carriers eat placenta, whatever form they give birth in. Werewolves born during full moon nights are considered to be exceptionally lucky.

🐺 Children are expected to control the shifting when they are eight or ten, and most people can do it seamlessly by the time they enter adolescence. Nevertheless, strong emotions of any kind (sorrow, joy, anger, fear) can trigger a werewolf's transformation, which is extremely dangerous for those who live among unsuspecting humans. Meditation can improve self-control, as well as a draught made with monkshood and various officinal plants; alcohol, sleeping pills and recreational drugs can technically incapacitate a person and stop them from transforming. Except...

🐺 No werewolf can, in any case, avoid shifting during plenilune nights; they usually begin to feel the pull as soon as the moon starts rising, and by the time it is at its zenith even the most strong-willed person will begin transforming. The shifting is a peculiar but not painful experience; many werewolves find pleasure in it, a calming and relaxing sensation not unlike that of taking an heavy load off one's shoulders. At dawn, werewolves naturally shift back to human, but sufficiently experienced individuals can retain their wolf form as long as they want.

🐺 Once they shifted, a werewolf is influenced by the wolf's instincts and desires, clashing with their human rationality, and it can be hard for the latter to take over, especially for young werewolves, or during full moon nights, which often results in brawling and domestic destruction. Because of this, young werewolves tend to remain within their territory, to make sure more experienced packmates can shift and help contain them if needed. Unrestrained werewolves are extremely dangerous, and if sufficiently scared, or enraged, or if their pack is threatened, even subadults (that is, teenagers) can be lethal.

🐺 Just like regular wolves, werewolves tend to avoid solitude, preferring the proximity of their family and friends, and to be highly protective of their loved ones, not necessarily other werewolves. Many of them also strongly identify with the territory they live in (village/city, island, even a whole country) with both jealousy and protectiveness. Communities in which werewolves represent the majority of the population, or where their secret is known and protected by their human compatriots, are rare but not unheard of.

🐺 A pack is a group of related werewolves, often including human relatives and close friends of both races; they usually consist of between four and thirty members. Most adults who move away and even form their own packs normally retain membership; unrelated werewolves can join a pack, usually after giving proof of loyalty and strength of character. Inversely, committing a grave crime, especially towards a packmate, usually results in a member's expulsion. Children growing as members of the same pack often consider themselves siblings; relationships between unrelated packmates are rare, unless one joins as an adult.

🐺 Packs are usually led by a mature member, which can be of any gender; a pack leader can be challenged, and deposed by a majority of their packmates. Older members are expected to contribute to the education of the younger ones, and no packmember is ever left in danger or in indigence. Since werewolves are usually forced to hide their nature, packs are not legally recognized, but most werewolves consider the bonds within them as important as those between the members of the same family or lifelong friends, if not more. When a particularly heinous crime is committed, it is often the victim's pack that demands satisfaction, and a pack leader can sometimes exert more authority than a parent or a political ruler.

🐺 In werewolves communities, full moon nights are often considered a joyous occasion, to spend together with family and friends - that is, with the rest of the pack. The presence of other werewolves nearby has a calming effect, and the night is often spent playing, hunting, and mating; the aphrodisiac effect of the shifting under the full moon is well documented, and often extends to werewolves with human partners (after they shifted back).

🐺 Since normal wolves mate for life, mating with someone else after shifting into wolf form is usually considered cheating, at least between adult partners.

🐺 The concepts of pack and territory are so ingrained in werewolves' nature and mind, experiencing the shifting in an unfamiliar territory, or when alone, can actually be traumatizing - especially during full moon nights, when the shifting can't be avoided. In such situations, fear and confusion can lead a shifted werewolf to aggressiveness, and even violence towards humans.

🐺 One person in a million is immune to the bite, no one knows why.

🐺 Once shifted, werewolves can only eat what normal wolves do - which mainly means raw meat. They normally digest it quickly and without complications, but shifting back to human soon after the meal can make a werewolf queasy and lead them to vomit because their human stomach cannot process the food.

🐺 A centuries-old law, promulgated by the World Government and enforced by the Marines, dictating that werewolves be shot on sight, has fallen out of use, mainly because very few people today believe werewolves actually exist, but it has never been abolished.

🐺 Werewolves are immune to most blood disorders. Anemia is virtually unknown among them, but that might also be because of their predilection for red meat. Women who remain in wolf form for long periods can come into estrous. Werewolves can mate with regular wolves, but these unions are infertile.

🐺 Werewolves-fish men unions were thought to be infecund as well, but a single birth has been documented, a little girl whose werewolf carrier barely survived the birth.

🐺 It is theorically possible for a werewolf to reach an intermediate wolf-human state that allows a person to walk upright and retain their human conscience, even though they cannot speak and need to eat like wolves. The ability can be taught, even though the secret behind it is thought to have been lost; on the other hand, werewolf Haki users develop it spontaneously - pretty fortunate, for a certain werewolf pirate who in wolf form is missing a front leg and would consequently be unable to walk...

🐺 If a child is born from one werewolf parent, they have a 50% chance of being it themselves; with two parents, the probabilily increases to 90%. It has been shown that humans children of werewolf parents can be healthy carriers, and they have an higher than average possibility to have werewolf children.

🐺 Werewolf-human relationships and marriages have never been outlawed but anti-human sentiments do exist, at least when the choice of a partner is concerned. In the event of a mixed couple, the percentage of human partners who are later turned is estimated to be around 65-75%. The turning of a partner is seen by many as an intimate moment, not rarely carried out during the wedding night, soon after the engagement or before trying to conceive, to maximise the probability of the children being werewolves themselves.

🐺 Being bitten by a werewolf in wolf form authomatically turns the subject into one, as long as the werewolf drinks even a small amount of their blood; if the biter is in human form, they will also have to feed their blood to the subject. Parents are often advised not to turn their children until they are adults or have at least reached puberty; turning someone without their consent is a grave crime, that a pack often decides to punish with death. A human who has been turned immediately shifts for the first time, and can have troubles turning back.

🐺 Werewolves are immune to Zoan-type Devil Fruits, and only those.

🐺 There is no specific werewolves religion or creed, but many werewolves ask for a natural burial (that is, without a coffin or another container that would prevent the body's contact with soil) because they appreciate the idea of their corpses returning to and nourishing the earth. In a distant past, the practice of ritual cannibalism was widespread; werewolves considered an honour to feed their packmates, especially during harsh winters when other sources of food were limited.

🐺 Werewolf hunters don't exist - anymore. Still, many of them agree that it's better to be safe than sorry, if only to avoid being captured and sold as slaves or forced to perform in freak-shows.

🐺 Mate is the name werewolves give to their destined partner, a person's one true love and other half; whether a human can be a werewolf's mate is a controversial issue. Most werewolves believe no greater love exists than the one between two mates, even if the relationship remains platonic and not everyone finds happiness in the bond; and that a werewolf who loses their mate will never love again. Most werewolves nowadays consider the matter of mates no more than a pretty story only romantic girls believe in; or at least, that is what they say.

[yandere-sins]

Monstober - Day 9: Folklore Creatures

Spin on "Little Red Riding Hood" anyone? What could be better than someone so obsessed with you, they simply want to eat you up?

Prompt: Folklore Creatures | Cautionary Tales // Truth // Naivity Warnings: Yandere, Violence (non-main character murder, Blood Mention, Implied Bullying of the reader (off-screen)), Topic of Jealousy, Posessiveness

"Love you, hun."

Pressing a gentle kiss to your head, your boyfriend got up, stretching his arms high over his head and popping his neck before he got to his feet with a sigh. "Where are you going? Do you really have to leave?" you mumbled, the disappointment unmistakably in your voice. It had been like this for weeks now, where you two spent a passionate night before he slipped out without a trace to find him all day.

"Mhm," he sighed, leaning down to you again to catch your lips once more. "You know how much it pains me, but I got to go before it's too late. Wouldn't want to awaken the monster in me, would you?"

He said it as if it was a challenge, and you giggled, thinking it was just another innuendo. "Wouldn't let me get out of bed, huh?"

"Oh, I'd gobble you up, darling."

Laughing, he stepped away, putting his shirt back on as he dipped into the bathroom of your small apartment real quick. The moment he disappeared from view, you couldn't help your expression from showing the disappointment and frustration you felt. It had been almost a month now, and you two never went out together in the daylight, never saw each other except when he picked you up for a night out in the club or came to watch a movie that was never finished.

It felt more like you were his friend-with-benefits—you didn't even know his last name.

As if you were the other one.

The thought made your blood boil. You weren't proud of it, but in a moment of jealous weakness, you had checked his phone, seeing countless messages where he told people how excited he was to hang out and make appointments with them while he never seemed to do the same for you. It didn't seem like he had another partner in his life, but how could you be sure when he played the role of the mysterious night visitor rather than your wholesome boyfriend?

Was he ashamed of you? Were you not good enough? Did he just keep you around for his entertainment? The questions plagued you as he never gave you a good answer. He wouldn't even entertain the discussions, only vowing that he loved you and his work was very important and took him all day.

So why was he meeting other people then?

There wasn't much time once he said his goodbyes, his kisses nothing short of loving and sweet. For a possible cheater, he was good at what he was doing. You only had a few seconds of self-doubt about what you were going to do before you were out of the door and hunting after him, long coat and sunglasses on in true stalker-fashion. It felt wrong, and you hated yourself for mistrusting him so much, but at the same time, you two were still practically strangers, knowing so little while still being so in love. A little craziness was inevitable, right?

However, as your boyfriend turned from the main street into the shady path leading to the central park of your town, you suddenly felt a sense of panic. What if you accidentally got involved with some shady fellow? What if this was a drug deal or worse? Why would someone need to go to a park in the middle of the night?

You had assumed he was leaving you alone every night to hook up with other people or go back to an unsuspecting partner, but as you gently brushed through the thicket, trying to stay out of the moonlight that would give away your presence, you suddenly weren't so sure anymore.

You could still see him as he walked further into the park. It should have been your sign to leave, get away while you could, and cut all contact... but you had already gotten this far. Following closely by hiding behind trees and the occasional park bench, you tracked him through the greenery. Once, he almost seemed to spot you, but you ducked into a bush just in time, regretting this move only when the thicket tore at the fabric of your coat, making unnecessary noise. Still, you managed to stay hidden, heart racing and always alert.

Eventually, your boyfriend sat on a park bench in front of a pond. Nothing much happened for the next few minutes, and you were about to call this mission off, seeing how relaxed he was. It was as if he simply enjoyed hanging out in the park at night like a semi-normal person would.

But footsteps crunching over the gravel made you cower lower, your eyes fixating on the person approaching. Your boyfriend lifted a hand in greeting, and the person sprinted forward, hood falling off her head, revealing a cruel sight.

Because you knew the woman your boyfriend was meeting.

Your bully.

Heart sinking into your stomach, you watched as she jumped into his arms, giggling as your boyfriend spun her around. The only reason for them to meet you could think of was that the two set you up, made you fall in love with him so they could laugh at you behind your back. It really broke your heart to watch them cuddle on the park bench, your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—ruffling her hair.

You didn't want to stay to see this.

It was a good thing you found out, but with tears filling your eyes, you knew you had to leave before you were discovered or hurt yourself more by watching them. This trainwreck wasn't one you should have been observing, and it hurt enough that you wanted to never come out of your home again.

"You know, [Name]?" your boyfriend suddenly asked, the sound of your name on his tongue so bittersweet.

"Who? Oh..." your bully replied, thinking for a moment. "What about them? They are a loser, not worth your time."

"Is that so? Because they told me about you, lots of things."

"You're ruining the mood. Isn't it enough that I agreed to meet you here? It's so creepy! Did you know how they found quite a few bodies lately around this park? We should go clubbing or to a bar, why are we even here talking about some loser?"

Your bully let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her hair back over her shoulder before leaning close. "You know we never even kissed until now. Don't you think it's such a waste of those lovely lips to talk when we could make out instead?"

Letting out a dry laugh, he didn't seem flattered at all as she tried to avert the topic of you. Good, you thought, because you really weren't up to hearing about yourself from the bully and the traitor. Even so, you couldn't move. As if you were frozen to the spot.

"Good thing you mentioned that. I prefer not making my partner worried about whether I'm cheating or not."

"Partner?" your bully spat, scrunching up her nose, the ugliness of her expression matching her personality. "Don't tell me you're fucking with that. I thought you had better taste when you asked me out to dinner the last few times. Thought you'd appreciate beauty more--"

Her words were cut off as your boyfriend's hand wrapped around your throat. He brought her face closer to his, sounding more enraged than you had ever heard him before. "How dare you talk about them like that. They are perfect. Wonderful. Special. It's filth like you that needs to be taken out so my love can be happy."

The two rose from their seat, and you watched as your boyfriend seemingly effortlessly hoisted your bully into the air. Something felt off, and you couldn't look away as you watched the clothes on his body tearing apart, your bully struggling as his fingers stretched and wrapped around her neck completely. She let out mewls and gasps as she tried to kick him, tried to make him stop, but the horror was in both of your eyes as you watched your boyfriend transform.

Skin turned into fur, mouth into snout. His posture changed as his body grew taller, monstrous, into a beast. Part of you couldn't believe your own eyes as you watched him take on canine features as if you were in a movie, watching a werewolf transform, but by the way, your bully was struggling harder, unable to scream, you realized it was real, and she saw it too.

Horrified, you could only clasp your hands over your mouth, containing your shivers. Doggish years popped up from his head, twisting and turning towards your direction. You had to be quiet, undetected, or surely, you'd be the next prey of that monster. His snout opened, long, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight, and you heard the gurgled scream of your bully before the beast pounced, biting between her neck and shoulder.

Your bully was still kicking and trying to break loose as blood gushed from the bite, her sounds turning into gurgles before everything quieted out, and she stopped moving. Even though your eyes were so wide open, you couldn't believe them at all, couldn't understand what just happened, only listening to the sound of fluids gushing out and dripping to the floor, bones breaking beneath the claws and massive jaw, and eventually, her body simply slipping from his grip, seemingly meaningless.

"[Name], [Name], [Name]. Isn't it so impolite to eavesdrop on others?" the monster suddenly grumbled. Its massive head swung in your direction, eyes scanning from one side of the thicket to the other before finally settling on you despite the greenery. "I didn't want you to find out like this. We could have talked about it some other time—like on a picnic!"

Putting his feet into motion, you were still completely frozen as you watched the creature march towards you. If this was a bad dream, now would have been a good moment to wake up. You two held the eye contact, even as you watched the grotesque features slowly turn back into a human, first the head, then arms.

"Well, it is your business, too, I'll admit. I've been doing this all of you. Was I not a good boy, taking care of all these mean people for you?"

Until now, you had never taken much notice of the people you disliked disappearing. If anything, you were glad they weren't around anymore. But now that he was pointing it out, a cold shudder ran down your spine, guilt overcoming you.

"They were in the way of your happiness, and I need a good meal every now and then. We both got something out of it, you sweet, sweet thing—look at you cowering. Are you scared? Of the big, bad wolf? What if I'm a nice wolf, will you come to me then? Don't worry, no one's going to hurt you, I'll take care of all that try."

Even with the words so sweetly murmured, you didn't dare move and fall for his promises. He was a fucking werewolf or any other kind of monster! But werewolf made the most sense. It also explained so much more, for example, how he knew exactly where you were. It only made you wonder if he knew all along. Let himself be exposed to you. Wanting for you to see this.

See him.

Now back in his human form, he reached into the bush, parting it aside to reveal your cowering form. His grin widened as he watched you trembling in fear from him, this... other side of him probably enjoying a primal thrill at the prey he had caught.

"What... what are you? You had those big ears-"

"-to hear your thrilling pulse, darling."

"And your eyes were-"

"-so I could spot you and make sure you'd not hurt yourself, sweetheart."

"A-And your mouth was... you know."

At this, he simply grinned, and you gulped down any other word. "Gobble you up," he said earlier that night. It had not just been a sexy innuendo.

"Are you... going to kill me, too?" you asked woefully, feeling like your fate had already been sealed.

"You? Now, now, who'd do such a thing."

Clicking his tongue at you as if you had just insulted him, your boyfriend stepped through the gap in the bush, crossing over into your hideout, destroying every safety this thicket had provided with his presence. He leaned down, picking you up with what you now knew was unnatural strength and holding your bridal style as he carried you back towards the pond. The moonlight shined down on you two, the reflection on the water's surface blinding you. But it wasn't enough to make you forget about the body that laid just below you.

"I'm glad you could make it here, though. I wanted to enjoy the full moon with you for so long, you know? But you did interrupt my meal, how are you going to make up for it?" he asked, not a hint of seriousness in his voice. As if this was all a game rather than the brutal reality you had only just learned about.

"I--" you sputtered, unable to answer that. Your mind kept coming back to realize you were the next best meal to have and served as if on a silver platter as he carried you.

"Juuust joking," your boyfriend laughed. "How about we go home and order some late-night food? I'm so hungry!"

Ignoring the dead body on the floor, he merely stepped over it, chatting about whether he wanted burger or tacos as if he hadn't just revealed himself to be a fairytale monster and killed someone.

"Or, you know, we could make this fun. You could run, and I could catch you, have a nibble of those sweet cheeks; how about it?"

You felt the blood drain from your face, and his grin diminished as he watched you cower into yourself, his grip tightening around as you grew tense. "Okay, too early, got it."

"You're really not going to kill me?"

"Nope. Can't. You're my mate. You're what all werewolves crave—what I crave. Your happiness is all that satisfies me."

"Then... you'll let me go if I want to?"

His expression turned into a frown, and he shook his head. "There are rules," he said factually. "I'll explain them to you someday. But basically, they don't allow us to tell people about our existence. If I let you go, you might tell someone and--"

"I won't! I promise! I'll take your secret to the grave, please!" you pleaded, and your boyfriend grimaced, looking unhappy at your determination.

"And even more importantly-" he continued, raising his voice threatingly to make you behave. "-they teach us to never let our mates go, as there won't be another one. And living without is torture for a werewolf."

"Never?" you whined softly, and the smile returned to his face. Now he looked almost completely back to normal, like the sweet boyfriend you fell in love with. But you couldn't ignore the wolf in a sheep's skin—not with the blood of your bully still clinging to his chest.

"Never," he assured you firmly, and you knew instinctively that he meant it.

[patolemus]

I've been thinking the past few days about how, after the scene in s2 where these huge chains fall from Stiles' locker, everyone in school thinks he's either in a gang or into some very deep BSDM, and there's like this tally that goes around where people annotate things they've heard him say and debate over why it points to one or the other.

I mean, someone will hear him say human sacrifices and they'll immediately go 'alright so this guy is roleplaying some very hardcore stuff', but then someone else will hear him say something like we gotta find the bodies and then it's like... maybe not roleplaying?

Werewolf? Depending on the context, it's a code word or the name of a rival gang (his gang??), or like some weird kink no one's sure they want to know much about.

Also, Derek Hale is definitely involved somehow, but this doesn't help clarify whether Stiles is in a gang or if he and Derek are just into some very kinky shit. There's a tally on that, too.

[fluffylino]

railway inspired drabble ⚘️‼️

im fucking screaming at the scene where the blood drips out of his mouth and down into the other's mouth. aaaaa screaming without the s

-contains mature themes (chris is mean and not very nice, choking and strength kink, darker themes)

"trust me, darlin and stop trying to run"

his hand firmly pushing down onto your neck. fingers tightening around the base of your neck. you gasp, struggling to escape.

partly blinded by the rags tied over your half your face. catching a glimpse of the creature above.

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this was a bad idea. wandering into the abandoned infirmary and nearby asylum for a few ingredients was not a great idea.

doing this for an acquaintance who you weren't on good terms with, made it feel worse. sometimes desperation fuels a person into doing things that are unusual.

a witch like you? in vampire territory?

no. this was the holy grave.

that too a place where no one dared to go... that was a death sentence.

confrontation with christopher. a man who no one believed was real.

was in fact very real. and very terrifying.

hiding yourself as the other zombified prisoners was the only idea that came to mind.

however it wasn't the best idea at all.

he'd hunted you through the corriders. chasing you down particularly till the open airs. barricaded and within the grass patches outside the asylum.

the end was near? or was it?

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body arching upwards at the heat that licks up your legs. spreading straight to your core. a sensation that has you squirming.

everything blurring when his mouth finds its way to your heat. tongue slipping against your soaked folds.

canines grazing the swollen bundle of nerves in a way that heightens your senses. he's pulling you onto his tongue, tasting you entirely.

unaware of how you ended up in this situation. until you realise this situation wasn't taking place.

atleast in reality.

it was all in your head.

he was in your head. tricking you into being compliant. submissive only to him.

"you seemed to have enjoyed that, didn't ya?"

he cooes, laughing without much care for the fact that he had now kept you pinned to the floor with his booted foot.

hand slipping up to choke you harder.

"dirty girl. or should i say filthy little witch"

a flash of terror ignites within you. minutes to tasting death.

a little more force, a snap and your life would be over in his hands. in the hands of a blood thirsty cold blooded killer of the night.

"you thought i'd be dumb enough to not catch a whiff of your scent"

his lips curve upwards into a condescending smile.

"i'm smarter than you think. i'm everything you think i'm not"

"I knew it from the beginning. hiding? hiding gets you nowhere little one" and you fight back the tears in your eyes. going lightheaded.

watching him bite at his own wrist. whipping his head back with force. not a glimmer of pain in his expressions.

stoic and eerily cold. even as his arm bled. crimson red dripping out of his mouth. staining his chin.

his fingers cupping under your jaw. keeping your mouth open unconciously to gasp for air.

kicking at the grass under you at the warmth of his own blood dripping right onto your tongue.

tastebuds firing up at the iron like taste.

eyes fluttering as his darkened pupils stared straight into your soul. parting his lips further to spit more blood for you to swallow.

"h-hah" you gurgle, desperately trying to grab onto him. any part of him. wrapping weak hands around his covered biceps. clawing at the skin.

"take it like a good girl" and you moan. breathing heavily around the two digits he pushes past your lips.

pressing down on your tongue, making you swallow. his nails prodding deep enough to make you gag.

"i said take. it." and it shouldn't be so arousing. you can't control the slick that pools between your thighs. cunt throbbing and weeping for him.

even more so...now that he had imprinted himself on you.

you didn't know what to classify him under. an original vampire? a half turned werewolf?

whatever he was...he was powerful. controlling. thirsty for blood. thirsty for ruthless killing.

its only when you sob out. grinding onto his boot with relentless hips. that he pins you down. licking the redness that dribbles out of the corner of your lips.

"shush now, my sweet thing" he cooes, kissing the tears that stain your cheeks. his fingers tugging away the cloth covering your face.

"hush hush pretty girl" the vampire trails a finger down to your lips. firmly shutting you up.

"i'm in control of you from now"

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the mv screwed up my brain and now all i can think of is mister christopher bahng-

[romeo-the-homeo]

werewolf body horror is under utilised- imagine pissing a guy off and his bones start rippling under his skin only to settle back as if nothing happened because he decided you werent worth it

[deadghosy]

Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo x male reader (Group/poly)

Where they’re werewolves? — super protective & scenting their mate all the time

WEREWOLF! MATTHEO, THEODORE & LORENZO X MALE! READER

You didn’t know how this happened. All you did was be yourself around your housemates in Slytherin. Not knowing 3 of them were werewolves, and now. You’re their mate. Their scent all over you, always are around you. They look like bodyguards as mattheo and Theodore are by your side while as Lorenzo is behind you when walking to class or anywhere.

Some might say you are very protected, which is true. Your boys love you well to the point they get kinda aggressive when they deem someone as a threat to the relationship the four of you have. Mattheo almost got a boy into a coma, all because the student didn’t “back off”. Theodore goes with verbal abuse and confrontation. He knows how to scare people away. And then there’s Lorenzo who’s a devil in disguise. Doing small little curses at the person. Making them go crazy.

Sometimes you can’t even catch your own breath around those 3. When relaxing in the common room, mattheo is on your left, Theodore is on your right, and Lorenzo is just sitting in front of your legs and in between them. His head leaning back so you could scratch his scalp. The boys are always begging for you to scratch their scalp. The way you do it just makes them wanna claim you all over again.

When you scratch mattheo, his head is all in your neck. Pressing soft kisses, he’ll even do small nips at it as he rubs your hips. For when you scratch Theodore, his tall body is leaning down on you. Making you having to lay on something as Theodore is literally rubbing his face in your neck. Masking his scent again on you over, and over. Lorenzo is slightly tamed as he just smile while giving your wrist soft kisses. Your boys love you very well.

Sometimes you play little jokes on them. Mattheo would try to find you when you had sprayed your fragrance you use a lot on a hoodie so you can trick the riddle werewolf that you were in your room. When really you were outside in the yard. Mattheo found you an hour later and was absolutely touch starved. Immediately hugging you and kissing your face with those beautiful eyes of his tracking your whole body to make sure you were okay.

Lorenzo is practically the most softest of them all. He’s the one who follows you the most. Rubbing your stomach when lying down together, holding your hands.

And when the full moon hits. They can’t help but transform into their wolves and lick your hands and face. Their licks to your face is basically kisses as they try to speak only to growl in admiration at how you aren’t scared of them. Mattheo is a dark wolf, Theodore is a mixture of light brown and brown fur, and Lorenzo is just a bright brown color. So you’re lucky to know which one is which.

Right as of now, you are in what muggles call a dog pile. Lorenzo is on your stomach, mattheo is on your right, and Theodore is on your left. Cuddling you with their body heat as the slight broken heater in your room was heating it up against the cold night. Lorenzo was half asleep as he just cuddled deeper against your belly. Sometimes Lorenzo had “urges” deeper than the other boys surprisingly. Mattheo was playing with your fingers as Theodore was playing with your hair. “Darling..when is the next moon?” Lorenzo asks, his voice a little husky from drowsiness. You took a deep breath in and look over at the calendar.

“Oh my…it’s tonight…” you say, sitting up a little as your boys groaned annoyed. They hated turning into wolves. More or so reasons because they can’t hold you properly or ki ss you properly. They find it mostly annoying how you baby them when they pamper you so much in their regular form.

“I hate it..” Lorenzo said. Nuzzling his messy bed hair against your stomach before pouting up at you. “I know dear.” You said with a soft voice. You started to scratch his scalp, making him let out a sigh of relief. Your two boys only relaxed in your presence. Minutes passed and they could feel themselves wanting to transform.

“Can I kiss you before we transform?”

“Could I still lay on you??”

“Can I hug you right now?”

Questions were just thrown out in the air. You weren’t overwhelmed of course, just thrown off at how quick your boys wanted you before they transformed. You kissed mattheo gently, you let Theodore hug you. His dark wood scent clinging into you. And you nodded yes to Lorenzo who smiled still. Just happy to stay lay on you. Again, a few minutes pass and mattheo is the first one to transform. His dark black fur covering your eyes of Theodore and Lorenzo following suit. Now you felt a wolf’s nose on your stomach. Whimpering as Theodore and mattheo just snuggle into your arms.

“Awww Lorenzo..it’s just for tonight love.” You say that but the poor werewolf has his ears pushed back. It seems mattheo is laughing at the other werewolf. Because Theodore then smacks the dark wolf with his paw. Making mattheo growl a little. “Hey! No fighting on my bed you gits.” You give them a pointed look. Making your three boys nuzzle against you.

They licked your face, making you giggle. Your giggle made it even more known at how sweet and apiece you were and are to them.

They are your boys.

[orchideous-nox]

okay but imagine just before a full moon when Remus is all grumpy and short tempered and the other marauders are like "hey, hey! remember, werewolf not swearwolf" and make him put money in a swear jar for the next hogsmead trip

[lycheedr3ams]

Do you think werewolf!Konig can smell when his s/o is ovulating? If yes, how does he deal with it?

short answer: yes. irl, women do actually release different scents when we are ovulating, but the awareness of this scent is more of an unconscious biological process. but for werewolf!konig, this would absolutely be a conscious thing

long answer MDNI below the cut

TW: mentions of discharge, konig is a werewolf so everything along with that, predator/prey dynamics, mentions of breeding, roughness

oh, oh yes. canines in general have a strong sense of smell. and konig being the literal and metaphorical beast that he is would certainly have an above average smell while in human form, and a perfect sense of smell in werewolf form.

your discharge also smells differently during ovulation, and of course he could never not notice that change in scent. he doesn't even do it intentionally: you could just be taking off some old panties to change into new ones for bed, and the scent would hit him from across the room. and this scent, whether he caught some of it in human or in werewolf form, would nearly turn him feral every time.

his pupils would get bigger. his muscles would tense up. knowing that your soft and sweet body had no choice but to yearn to be bred just sent him over the edge, because who else would be better than him for breeding you?

konig would always be rougher with you during your ovulation; your scent is just too good for him to not think about anything except filling you up so many times that it began to leak out of you. you could handle this roughness from him while in his human form.

but in his werewolf form? he had to hold back. as much as he hated it, he had to. because if not, he would truly injure you. his cock while in werewolf form is twice the size of his human one, turning the edges of your vision black as you moaned and gasped as this 14 foot man-beast, hot with fur and raw power, held you down and fucked you endlessly. konig couldn't help but growl gutturally when he felt you clench around him, or when he heard your sweet and pleading moans. when he'd clench his sharp teeth together to keep from cumming too soon, his lips unconsciously turning up to reveal those killing teeth, he would accidentally drool down onto your tits or your back. not that either of you cared.

it always stung so sweetly when konig knotted you as he released his cum deep inside you, his perfect little human mate. you would be halfway conscious at this point, but so beyond satisfied that it was worth it every time.

[elilovesredacted]

HC

Sweetheart and David became quick and close friends when Milo first introduced them.

They liked his loyalty to his friends and his stoic nature.

He liked their commitment and how they loved Milo.

The two could often been seen at pack meetings or parties, chatting quietly.

In the short time Gabe was around, Sweetheart grew to love him and learned a lot about the pack and how Gabe adored David.

When Gabe died, Milo and Asher rushed with Sweetheart to David’s home. When they all arrived, Sweetheart booked it inside, staring at a broken David.

He stared back at them and tried to speak before the boys rushed in and he broke into sobs. Sweetheart held him with Milo and Asher.

The day of the funeral, the boys were trying to be helpful by cleaning up after the pack had gone to David’s house.

Everyone else was gone and David was sitting outside, out of sight. Sweetheart found him and sat with him. They held his hand while he cried.

They have never spoken about it, but every now and then they get together to talk about Gabe.

(inspired by Gigi Perez’s song ; Fable )

[biteable-pink-pixie]

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? ♡

[koshiiimagines]

(Late but-)

WEDDING HEADCANNONS

•Milo and Sweetheart definitely woke up earlier than the two

- because Milo was fucking nervous af

-Sweetheart probably figured that out and knew he’d panic

•Asher definitely set his timer like 5 or 10 mins earlier than needed because he knew he’ll hate the alarm even when its his big day.

•Sam and Darlin definitely promised each other to be the bestest best man and maid of honor even if it means spilling a whole bottle and knocking someone out if they even tried to ruin the wedding.

•The car ride for the mates was all about talking shit about the others. I feel like they’d also have a moment sharing to Sweetheart and Darlin all the things they’re excited for and then Sweetheart and Darlin would just be so proud of them and of Asher and David

•Angel and Babe having a moment just sharing to each other how excited they are and just how much they mean to one another too.

•Milo or Sweetheart would definitely pull the other somewhere and do a little ‘I do’ moment too with vows and stuff (I feel like Angel would see them and wait until they got it out of their system before screaming out “I’d do you too” to Sweetheart…)

•Babe and Angel would try to include Sweetheart to everything because even though they said they won’t need a wedding it’s still really fun and they want Sweetheart to experience that.

•Angel saved seats for David’s Parents and during Asher’s vows David noticed the seats

• Angel having a seat for David’s imaginary friend Caelum (That he probably mentioned once and Angel remembered..) David would meet Caelum’s gaze for a sec and he would probably show himself to Angel now too..

•Darlin and Sam were def looking at each other during the vows

•Asher and Babe just crying and forgetting to bring tissues and Angel and David just brought some because they knew they’d forget

•Sweetheart would definitely pull Milo away so the pairs could have a pic without the officiator or to kiss him (both probably)

•Chrissy will definitely cry.

•David will be holding Angel and Babe and Asher stare into each other’s eyes

•Babe definitely has a vow of always being Asher’s player number two

•Angel has a vow of always loving the grouchy alpha that thought they were being followed at that fast food place.

[rednotebooksworld]

Monster-Fucker lore headcannon..

What if.. humans get.. effected, when chosen by a Monster as their Mate~ All monsters Mate for Life after all. Makes sense a small bit of the Monsters nature is imprinted onto them.. Like.. being broody~

poor little human getting extremely horny during their Monster’s first mating season as a couple.. knowing Damn well she wants their darling Monster to completely breed her full without mercy… and as his Mate she knows he wants to.

Little human wants to be filled with her Monsters babies SO BADLY~ 😩

but he just keeps saying no, worried she’s only saying it NOW because of their bond, and might regret Breeding too soon when the season ends…. So he leaves until he’s positive neither he nor his human is in heat.. Only to get surprised when his sweet human practically tackles him the second he comes back home and starts stripping naked and angrily saying “I WANT YOU TO FUCKING BREED ME!!!!”

He almost forgot that this’s the same stubborn human who deliberately chased him the second she found out he was even slightly interested in her for More then just friendship..

Welp.. only one way to make it up to her..

Honestly this makes me think of werewolves among other monsters like naga and beastmen and I like it 👀

[indigo-greer-collins]

dude you’re a werewolf, the autism was a given.

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Low quality pics of a high quality man.

[loonyloopylupin96]

I wonder how many people refused food/drink from Remus once they knew he was a werewolf.

"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, Harry."

[plasma-packin-peep]

MONSTER MONSTER HIGH MONSTER HIGH MONSTER MONSTER HIGH