#classic lycanthropy

[carsickcrow]

“it’s his time of the month” about a werewolf is so silly. transgender…

[macksartblock]

sketches of the s1 kiddads bc i miss them

doomed children of all time

[judgeitbyitscover]

Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King

Cover art by Bernie Wrightson

Land of Enchantment, November 1983

The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom.

Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next. But one thing is sure.

When the moon grows fat, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whining through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated...

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"WHOEVER IS BITTEN BY A WEREWOLF AND LIVES... BECOMES A WEREWOLF HIMSELF."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on "Universal Monsters: The Wolf Man" (1941) giclée/fine art print, artwork by Alex Ross, c. 2016.

"Lycanthropy, (from Greek lykos, “wolf ”; anthropos, “man," Werwolfism). A disease of the mind in which human beings imagine they are wolf-men. According to an old LEGEND which persists in certain localities, the victims actually assume the physical characteristics of the animal. There is a small village near TALBOT CASTLE which still claims to have had gruesome experiences with this supernatural creature."

-- "THE WOLF MAN" (opening lines/encyclopedic manuscript), screenplay by Curt Siodmak

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1880x1564, 1528x2039, & 829x1215.

Sources: www.alexrossart.com/products/universal-monsters-the-wolf-man-giclee-on-canvas.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Helping little old ladies cross the street.

Whether they want the help or not, actually.

Fact 1: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, when infected – as opposed to natural-born – lycanthropes transform under the full moon, they assume the default alignment of their type during the ensuing mindless rampage.

Fact 2: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, the default alignment of werebears is Lawful Good.

Conclusion: When an infected werebear transforms under the full moon, they go on a mindless Lawful Good rampage.

[delightfullygiddy]

I relate to Sabrewulf, both on an intrinsic level, and the fact that both versions of his Killer Instinct theme are me at any given point in time.

[alphajocklover]

Loved the vampire story you did. Do you think you could do something about werewolves? I feel like they would like big beefy guys a lot.

Werewolves, while just as interesting and hot as vampires, are actually a lot more complicated than vampires. This is because, just as classic vampires existed long ago and evolved into something different, so did werewolves, but as werewolves evolved they converged into two different species. Each thrived in a different way, taking a different trait of lycanthropy to the absolute extreme. The first descendant of werewolves is a creature I’ve actually talked about before: Alphas. 

I only learned this recently, but Alphas originate from werewolves. It makes sense in a strange way. Werewolves, unlike real wolves, do have the dominance hierarchy that is often associated with wolves. That's part of why people thought wolves had ‘alphas’ and ‘betas’ for such a long time, because werewolves actually do work like that. All werewolves have that sort of animalistic dominance, though only the strongest could keep the others in line and lead the pack to a successful hunt. As time went on the descendants of these pack leaders became even more dominant, to the point that they became the beefy reality altering Alphas we see today. They don’t seem to have many of the wolf-like traits their ancestors did, mainly because they were eventually able to use their powers over reality to discard and hide these so that they could better blend in with humans. Why dominate a small pack in the woods when you can dominate an entire city, all from the comfort of a badass penthouse apartment? 

While I’ve talked a lot of Alphas before, I haven’t mentioned the other descendants of werewolves yet, the Beasts. While Alphas have evolved to exceed in dominance, Beast have evolved to exceed in being absolutely animalistic. While Beast are closer to werewolves than Alphas, there are a number of notable differences between Beast and traditional werewolves. Instead of transforming every full moon, they are transformed every night, and instead of transforming into literally wolf-like beasts, Beast transforms into… Well, men. Every night a Beast will transform from a normal, average human like you and I, into a muscular, hairy, wild beast of a man. It doesn’t matter who they are during the day, how young or old or even what gender. During the night they’re animalistic men only concerned with spreading their seed and growing their pack. See, just like traditional werewolves, Beast can spread their curse to others, not through bites but through sex. 

Beast may sound a little threatening, but really they’re just muscular hairy men who want to fuck. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from a regular guy in a nightclub, since the only real indicators of a beast is a hatred of silver and a more animalistic demeanor. But it’s easy to avoid being turned by a Beast. Just don’t have sex with a Beast. Or at least don’t have sex with a beast who is not wearing a condom.

 I’d actually recommend having sex with a Beast in general. They’re excellent lovers, and if you’re able to get one to see you as a member of its ‘pack’ then they’re some of the most loyal, loving people around. Just don’t get too caught up in the heat of the moment, and you’ll have an amazing time.

[ariadne-mouse]

With Nana Morri's deals pulling from your deepest desires, it makes so much sense that Orym would ask for what he did. The core tragedy of his backstory is that he lost those he loved and wasn't able to protect them. Now, going into this high stakes fight, it's partly "make sure we're successful" as an end state but its mechanism: keep me from losing anyone. Make me powerful enough to protect them (this time). On the surface it's selfless - protect others, achieve the critical goal - but if they are all successful, Orym will then be leaving behind his home and the Ashari and otherwise stepping away from those he loves, which could hurt them.

Chetney's deal is interesting too, for all that it's more classically "selfish" on its surface: his story has been a long and varied one, with family leaving, associations and partnerships coming and going, a traumatic transformation of the self with his lycanthropy, guarding himself from getting attached to people, and underlying all of it a deep passion for his craft. His desire to be the most famous (notorious) toymaker is about recognition but also about consistency and stability. If he is the most famous toymaker, he will have made his mark (in wood), people knowing who he is, having a reputation, a self beyond the self. Aging and death are also specters of change, and the earlier version of Chetney's desire was about youth or immortality.

If Orym is asking not to lose anyone else, Chetney is asking not to lose himself.

[carsickcrow]

man i would actually be so fucking scared of werewolves in real life. it just occurred to me that since i am slightly afraid of regular actual dogs when they’re too close to me that would be worse with wolves and even worse with wolf monster things. hm. well obviously most people would be scared of a werewolf in real life. like they are literally known for killing people indiscriminately. what am i saying

[m00neroni]

my participation on sirius b-day week created by @lilacella

day III: aesthetics and hcs

tall. TALL. fucking tall, bro, like 1.90 cm/6'2" !!!

long as hell lashes they almost look fake

hooded eyes, light eerie-ish grey, smudged eyeliner

sharp jaw, straight nose, pale skin with few moles scattered

pitch black wavy hair. shoulder-lenght until his mid-20s and he loved wearing it in a bun or secured with his wand. it started bothering him at work so he chopped it off

not vain, but knows he looks good and takes advantage of it

combat boots in winter, checkered and classic black vans in summer

loves tartan pattern (trousers, shirts, jackets...)

silver jewellery always (it's actually tin, he transfigured everything the moment he confirmed remus' lycanthropy)

too many piercings (complete ears, septum, bridge, nipples... he took off the brow one after a bad landed punch)

even more tattoos. no much space left for more

healer. curse breaker. somehow both

best at charms and transfiguration

one of the very few students who achieved an alchemy NEWT

beater for the gryffindor team (good for channeling bad energies (and the kit makes his arse look good)

openly against the system, much less reactionary during late adulthood but same values

⭐️ MOODBOARD TIME ⭐️

[willknightauthor]

Werewolf Women

@monstrousdesirestudy Based on our back and forth I've been trying to find more media focusing on female werewolves, or at least werewolf stories from women's perspectives. I found some pretty good ones.

First one is of course Ginger Snaps 1 & 2, for anyone who hasn't seen them yet. The werewolf girl movies.

When Animals Dream, about a line of Danish werewolf women suppressed by the men around them with sexual harassment and drugs.

Wildling, about a werewolf girl raised in captivity and drugged so she won't turn. Similar themes to When Animals Dream.

The Beast Within, which uses lycanthropy as a metaphor for abuse.

Blood & Chocolate, a gothic forbidden romance about a girl from a werewolf clan who falls in love with a human. Twilight, eat your heart out!

Wilderness, based on the Dennis Danvers novel, about a woman who's spent her whole life hiding her lycanthropy until she falls in love.

The Howling is a classic movie about a news anchor who survives an attack, and retreats to a small town that turns out to be the worst place she could've gone.

Cursed, a movie about a bunch of young adults hunting the werewolf that infected them before it's too late.

Lastly Wolfwalkers, the amazing animated film about Irish werewolves struggling against English settler-colonialism and environmental destruction.

[joe-spookyy]

What is the Gay subtext between David Kissler and Jack Goodman ?

so the subtext in this one is not super overt like it is in like. reanimator. but it’s definitely there. first i’ll start with the basics. full essay under the cut.

now, the werewolf is one of the easiest classic monsters to read as queer. i mean, it’s right there. someone who walks among “normal” people, who are completely unaware that this person carries a “dark secret” that sets them apart from everyone else. i could be talking about this person’s status as a werewolf. i could also be talking about their queer identity that they choose not to disclose. the idea of living a sort of double life and hiding part of yourself is prominent in werewolf media and also in depictions and the real lives of queer people. additionally, the transformation aspect is something many trans people find easy to connect to. the point is, it’s pretty damn easy to read lycanthropy as a metaphor for queerness of any kind.

and 80s werewolves have it even queerer. just like 80s vampires, they’re a monster that spreads their disease through physical contact. a bite. a scratch. and of course. usually a lot of blood. what else was big in terms of blood in the 80s? yeah. you probably guessed it. the aids crisis! i could write a whole different essay on this but the fears that came with the aids crisis are, just like most other societal fears, reflected in the horror films of their time. here’s a snippet from the AAWIL essay book that comes with the arrow dvd release.

so, even though the aids crisis wasn’t quite around when the film was released, it still had a connection to the culture, which adds to the potential for a queer reading. and it’s quite interesting that director john landis chooses specifically to compare david’s affliction to aids. also if you want proof on this point just check out how many werewolf and vampire movies came out during the 80s and the aids crisis. it really makes you think.

okay. now we’ve covered the basics. but what is it exactly about an american werewolf in london, and more specifically, jack goodman and david kessler, that reads as queer? well. let me tell you.

first of all a little more on the aids point. david’s condition is, like aids, infectious. and it affects almost exclusively men - david only has one female victim from his first night of “carnivorous lunar activities.” and you know what else disproportionately affects men? aids. and it’s also quite interesting that his victims are predominantly men with the idea of lycanthropy as a representation of his queerness - his preference for men in his nighttime activities can certainly be read as representative of something other than being a werewolf.

now, my favorite point and the one that i find most compelling. as we know, david and jack are on a little trip when jack is killed in front of david, and jack then returns to haunt david throughout the movie to encourage him to. yknow. kill himself. so what about that is queer? i’m so glad you asked! if you pay a little extra attention, you’ll notice that every time jack shows up, it’s after david’s just had a heterosexual experience. when he appears the first time, david’s just been flirting with his nurse, alex. when he comes back, it’s right after david and alex have just had sex. in fact, jack and david have a conversation here while david is fully naked. neither of them even bat an eye about this. and finally, jack and david have their last big talk while inside a very loud and very heterosexual pornography theater. kind of odd, right? it’s almost as if something other than jack’s ghost is haunting david. he can’t shake off visions of another man while he’s with his woman? here, jack could easily serve as a reminder of david’s sexuality, and he acts to rip david from his attempts at returning to normalcy after the attack. he just keeps coming back to tell david he’s a werewolf, and if we, as above, read lycanthropy as a metaphor for queerness, it easily reads as a blatant reminder for david that he is out of the societal norm (either in his existence as a werewolf or his queerness) and can’t go back now that he knows it. so, he’s reminded of this fact every time he tries to push himself to move on and be with alex. the final scene with the two of them in the porn theater is an even bigger nod to this idea. he’s literally in a pornography theater with a naked woman massive and on the big screen and all he can focus on is the fact that jack’s there, and of course, the fact that he is indeed a werewolf - permanently different from everyone around him, and, as far as he’s been told, dangerous and not deserving of life, which is a sentiment i’m sure many queer people can say they’re familiar with.

there are a few other nods to the idea of queerness in the film. of course, they’re not taken terribly seriously or presented as anything but jokes, given that it’s an 80s horror movie made by a straight man, but they do sort of add fuel to the fire of a queer reading of this movie. most notably, when david wakes up naked in the zoo after a night of werewolfing, he just kind of runs off with the nearest unattended clothing item. this piece of clothing happens to be a long women’s coat. bright red, with fur trim. wearing nothing but that, david almost looks like he’s wearing a dress, and it certainly doesn’t make him look more masculine. as he’s waiting in line for the train to return to alex’s, we’re shown all the men staring at him with disdain, as he whistles and makes small talk like nothing at all is off. david appears perfectly comfortable in the situation - it is just the judgement of others that makes him seem out of place. the coat emasculates him, and now the people around him are reading him as queer, whereas in his typical clothes, no one would look twice. later on, in an attempt to get himself arrested, david hurls obscenities in a public park, most notably (imo), “queen elizabeth is a man! prince charles is a faggot!” queerness is the butt of the joke here, of course. but if you squint real hard you can read david as queer and just decide he’s allowed to say the f slur. cause he can reclaim.

also, the film takes an interesting route - rather than “defeating” david’s otherness, by somehow returning him to a human state and saving his life, and thus allowing him live out his days with alex, they let the werewolfism win. david ends up tragically dead, despite alex’s please and love confession. in this film, heterosexuality Doesn’t win. now, i’m not necessarily saying queerness wins. it’s not like david gets to live happily ever after with jack. however, we as the audience are fully aware this is the only way things could have gone. david’s condition was permanent (as is queerness), and there was no way to change him. no way to make him fit that societal norm. instead he goes down, just like jack did. in a way, i guess they are presumably together in the end. i don’t really know the afterlife logistics in this universe, but they’re both dead and presumably at peace and not walking the earth, since david’s death broke the curse.

so! there’s a little rundown of most of the queercoding in an american werewolf in london. it’s a bit late so forgive me if anything doesn’t make sense. i’ll take follow up questions. peace and love.

[dakogutin]

for @wolfstarkinktober2024 prompt: age gap (adults) happy kinktober, sluts!

They were way past the 'how' of this... accident. Remus has finally calmed down to a more reasonable degree, just enough for him to stop spiralling in guilt and instead go off in a panicked search for a remedy.

The worst part was that Sirius was right about everything. It was Remus' fault for being stubborn enough to take on a commission involving potions, and for even continuing to take on commissions when they weren't in dire need of its revenue. At all.

This was a classic foundation for an argument between them. Nothing too extreme, just that Sirius would give him that exasperated look of his where his eyebrows would pinch together above narrowed eyes and curled lips.

Except Sirius was staring at him with round eyes, a blend of fascination and... something else... behind that gaze.

Oh, and the fact that he seemed to have aged back ten years.

(read on ao3)

Every once in a while Remus would catch a glimpse of twenty-something year old Sirius in the corner of his eye and lose his train of thought. Where was he? Remus shook his head. Right, he was flipping through the book that held the instructions for the Aging potion he was commissioned for.

In his defence, yes, he may have butchered the potion. Yes, he could've asked help from Sirius, who happened to be brilliant at everything. However, he wasn't the idiot who mindlessly held the vial with bare hands. Tripped. And spilled everything on himself. Yeah, that was all Sirius, who was equally brilliant at sending Remus into a frenzy.

"So we're still together?" Sirius continued his interview whilst Remus tried to prevent another breakdown.

"Yes, we are," Remus replied distractedly.

"It's been, what, a decade?"

"Yep."

"Aces."

Remus tried to sound annoyed but had to hide the rush of fondness from his face.

"Do I also have greys?" Sirius said.

Before Remus could begin to wrap his mind around that question he felt a finger playing with his hair. He jumped.

But Sirius simply smirked at him. "Do I?" he pressed.

"A bit. Not as much as mine," Remus said bitterly, turning back to the book. Really, Sirius didn't have to point out how badly Remus was ageing thanks to his lycanthropy.

Sirius hummed, and then he was running his hand through Remus' hair again. "Looks really good on you," he purred. "Really good."

Remus froze. He knew that tone. Finally setting down the book, he gave Sirius a look.

"What? You look really hot! Can't blame a guy for checking you out. And I'm allowed," he added as a matter-of-factly. "Technically I'm still your boyfriend."

"Husband," Remus said softly.

Sirius glowed. "Holy shit, that's even better!"

Remus blushed, and instantly felt ridiculous. He wasn't supposed to be as giddy as Sirius. Being married has been his reality for a decade, it wasn't news to him. But seeing how elated Sirius was also made him feel warm. He settled on the couch, collecting himself– but then Sirius climbed on his lap, very much like Padfoot when demanding for cuddles. Except Sirius was significantly smaller, heavier, and... squirmish. It almost felt foreign to Remus' body. Almost. As soon as the initial shock passed, familiarity settled like a distant memory. He'd know this body anywhere.

"Can you please stop stressing for one minute?" Sirius said, grabbing Remus' chin to lock their gazes together.

Admittedly, the distraction worked wonders. Remus had to fight it off like he was facing a Legilimence. Rich pools of silver were deep enough to drown into as Sirius stared him down. "How?" Remus said wryly. "You are practically a child."

Sirius scoffed. "Calm down. I've got to be about twenty-three or maybe older. How is that a child?"

"Sirius, I'm thirty-eight!"

It did not evoke the reaction Remus expected. "Really…” Sirius' pupils dilated as a ravenous grin spread across his face. “This is what you look like at thirty-eight?"

By ten whole years Remus was apparently older, and yet here he was, blushing under Sirius' gaze. This had to stop. "Right..." Remus turned away and started gently plucking Sirius' arms off of his shoulders.

"No, no, no, I mean to say you look very hot!" Sirius pinned Remus down on the chair, squeezing his arms. He chuckled. "I'm actually so incredibly attracted to this."

Remus still refused to look at him. "Sirius..."

"No, listen," Sirius murmured, forcing Remus to meet his eyes. "I know we can find a solution to... what happened to me, but don't you want to make the most out of this first?" Sirius tilted his head, hooded eyes trailed directly on Remus' lips. He was danger in human form.

Sirius' parted lips were right there. Remus swallowed thickly. "I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't think that's a good idea."

Sirius hummed. "Those happen to be my favourite." He inched closer until he was hovering over Remus' lips. "But you know that." He captured Remus' lips.

Remus kissed back, embarrassingly eager. Although Sirius was just as eager, Remus was still older, and, well... shouldn't he know better? 

Sirius pulled back and sighed. "You are thinking too much again." He gently tapped a finger to Remus' forehead, chastising. "Nice to know not much has changed with you."

Remus rolled his eyes and let his head drop. "This is just so wrong, okay."

"No, it's not! I'm still me. Christ, Remus. Please tell me you didn't become so boring after ten years."

"Well, maybe I did!"

"Nice try, old man." Sirius chuckled at himself. "I know you can be fun." He didn't give Remus room to reply, burrowing his face into Remus' neck and kissing a bruise there.

A shudder spread throughout Remus. He felt himself melt into Sirius' kisses, just as cold hands slid under his shirt. Fucking hell, even to a younger Sirius, Remus was still powerless to his whims. Sirius' touches had nothing gentle about them but rather a hungry kind of possessiveness. Remus recognised it, just as familiar as he was with each one of Sirius' mercurial moods. 

One hand brushed against Remus' nipple, eliciting a surprised moan from him. Sirius hummed in reply. "The same tells," he mused before going back to ravishing Remus' mouth with his tongue.

Remus forgot how even more insufferably arrogant Sirius was and had a newfound appreciation for how subdued Sirius became. "Didn't know you had a thing for older men," he mumbled.

Sirius laughed. And it was the same barking note, so full of fire and mirth. "Apparently," he said. Remus shifted on his seat. "No, don’t even start with me," he immediately added. 

“But I didn’t say anything.”

"I know what you're thinking." Sirius ran his hand through Remus' fringe, massaging his scalp. Remus relaxed into his touch. "I just like you, okay. Any shape or form or size." He grinned.

"Right, I'll be sure to let Moony know."

"Absolutely do."

Remus bursted out laughing. "You're disgusting."

"And you're still buttoned up." As soon as he pointed it out, Sirius set to work leaving Remus' shirt open. He sighed appreciatively and trailed his kisses down to Remus' chest. Climbing off, Sirius continued his trail of kisses until he was sat between Remus' legs. 

In a series of swift and well-practised movements Sirius undid Remus' belt and trousers, and slid Remus' cock in his mouth. He was laser focused, not interested in teasing. He took Remus deeper, sucking harder until Remus hit the back of his throat. Remus could do nothing but moan in abandon as Sirius began bobbing his head. It was a relentless pace, stealing Remus' breath. Too much all at once. Remus had to laugh at the stark reminder of his age once again. This didn't used to be an issue.

His hand rested on Sirius' smooth locks, curling it in a fist to ground himself to the mind-numbing sensation of Sirius' hot, wet, talented mouth. He'd tug on it every now and then, knowing how much Sirius loved that too.

Just as Remus was losing himself to the bliss, Sirius pulled off and hastily got on his feet. He wiped his chin and upon noticing Remus watching, he winked. "Think you’re all set now." Then proceeded to peel his clothes off in a rush. Remus only had time to remove his shirt as Sirius was already climbing on him again, straddling his lap. With Remus' cock standing hard and leaking behind Sirius' bare ass, Sirius rolled his hips a few times just to tease them both. He was so lithe. So… compact. His waist fit Remus’ hands perfectly. 

Then Sirius lifted his hips, and guided Remus' cock to his hole. "Sirius!" It was almost a moan, except it sounded too urgent.

Sirius shot him a questioning gaze, before it melted into a softer expression. "Stop looking at me like that."

It caught Remus off guard. "Like what?"

"Like I'm made of glass." He cupped Remus' jaw and caressed his thumb there soothingly. The gesture was so tender that Remus was not at all prepared for when Sirius added, "When did I ever not like it rough?"

A surprised laugh pushed its way past Remus' throat. He rolled his eyes, too fond for his own good.

Sirius smiled. "Just relax, Moony."

Remus took a deep breath. Sirius was right– about everything, yes, but mostly that he should stop resisting. It did nothing but spoil this moment for both of them. Besides, this Sirius still wanted him, and he wanted this too. He’d be lying to himself otherwise. Now more decidedly, he pulled Sirius into a deep open-mouthed kiss.  

A feathery moan was Sirius’ response, pleased by this decision. Remus guided Sirius’ hips with his hands, properly sliding Sirius against his cock. He had no idea what to expect. If the difference in body was anything to go by, would Sirius feel different when Remus fucked him now? How long had it been since this Sirius had done anything like this? Remus’ head swam with desire as his cock twitched. 

Then Sirius chuckled, pulling back ever so slightly. “You finally got out of your head?”

“Not exactly.” Remus felt his lips curl into a small smile.

Realisation washed over Sirius’ expression. “I know that look.”

Remus felt his smile widen in intrigue. “Do you…”

“You have no idea.” Once again Sirius lifted his hips, took Remus’ cock in his hand and lined it to his hole, slicking himself with precum. “How often I wank myself thinking about that look.” 

A shiver ran down Remus and he had to bite his lip. He reached for his wand, casted the preparation spell for Sirius and threw it somewhere on the floor. Then slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock inside, watching the way Sirius’ face pinched. “Why, what do I look like?” Remus purred.

Sirius tried to push down, impatient. But Remus held him still, his grip on Sirius’ waist tight enough to form bruises. A groan rumbled in Sirius’ throat before melting into laughter. “Prick.”

“Yes, you’ll get that soon,” Remus teased.

“I think I prefer you being shy and careful than this.”

It was Remus’ turn to laugh. “But I thought you said you like me any shape or form or size…” A crease formed between Sirius’ eyebrows. When he sighed a small whine slipped out from his lips. Remus forgot how bratty Sirius could be back then especially when he was being teased like this. 

“Moony,” he grumbled. “Hope you plan on fucking me before you turn fort– Ah!”

Remus slammed his hips up. Then again. And again. And again. Until Sirius was crying out in pleasure. When he found a rhythm Sirius’ legs fell slack, letting Remus fully keep him just right up so he could, in turn, keep fucking into Sirius. He couldn’t help his own moans as he was right– Sirius felt different.

He was more… pliant. Supple. It didn’t take long for Remus to crave more. Without pulling out, he flipped them so Sirius was lying on his back with Remus pinning him there. Now with better support he thrusted faster, harder, the loud slap of their skins echoing in tandem with Sirius’ little whimpers. God, Remus was about to lose it.

“Mmm…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Sirius drawled out a longer moan. “Fuck, Moony, just like that.”

Remus hummed. “Feels good?”

“So… so g– ah! So good.”

A grin strained Remus’ cheeks. Sirius was so much more reactive. And by god, he felt so good too. “You want it rough?” Remus murmured sweetly.

“Mm, yes. Fuck…” Sirius pushed back, meeting Remus’ hips and fucking himself on Remus’ cock. Remus watched in lustful awe as Sirius fell apart, losing himself in pleasure, desperate to give just as much as he was getting. Sitting back, Remus instead slipped a hand to wrap around Sirius’ neglected cock– and squeezed.

Sirius screamed. Hips stuttered from the stimulation on all angles. His movements lost its coordination, growing erratic and clumsier that Remus mercifully obliged. He reclaimed his control and pinned Sirius back down so he could ram his hips into Sirius better, deeper. He timed his thrusts with his fist around Sirius’ cock, all in all reducing Sirius into a mess of incoherent babbles and breathless moans.

Then without warning, Sirius exploded in hot white ropes between both of them. Remus thrusted a few more times, letting Sirius ride out his high. Only when Sirius’ breaths became deeper and more relaxed, he stopped, then parted Sirius’ lips open with his tongue.

Sirius kissed back languidly, sloppier now that he’d come down from his high. But then he pulled back not too long after and spoke in a hoarse voice. “Why’d you stop?”

Remus could only blink and let out a huff of amusement before Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, his hands settling on Remus’ ass– and pulled Remus’ cock deeper in. Remus could only gasp.

“Cum inside me, Moons.”

“Fuck…” Remus groaned, easing back to his earlier pace. “Sirius…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Just like that, darling.”

Their lips reconnected. All spit and tongue more than anything. “Good enough?” Remus mumbled.

Sirius grinned. “Harder.”

Remus easily obliged, until every thrust punched out a whimper from Sirius. He felt that familiar wave building as he neared his edge. And almost as though Sirius sensed this, his hands crawled to play with Remus’ nipples. 

It was too much.

Remus came with a guttural moan as he could vaguely make out soft whispers from Sirius. “Did so well… Love feeling every bit… So full…”

When Remus recovered from the haze, he wasted no time devouring Sirius’ lips. They stayed like that for a while, lazily kissing back, licking into each other’s mouths. Remus was close to drifting off into sleep— when he felt himself being flipped onto his back. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of Sirius straddling him again, and it reminded Remus that he still hasn’t pulled out of Sirius.

Especially when Sirius began rocking his hips again.

Remus winced from the oversensitivity. “Ah, Sirius!” He whined.

Sirius bounced a few more times before finally stopping. “Oh… sorry,” he cooed. “Is it too much for you, old man?”

“You…” Remus fell into breathless laughter, “little shit.” Sirius simply flashed him a grin at this as he made a show of wanking himself in slow but deliberate strokes, still sitting on Remus’ softening prick. Although he knew Sirius could definitely cum a second time just from this— letting Remus watch, he also had a better idea. “Come here,” he said.

Sirius ended up bent over, thighs as far apart as he could with Remus pressing his face into Sirius’ used hole, licking up his mess. It was all indulgent, all for the sake of Sirius’ pleasure. Sirius stroked his own cock harshly, as desperate as his muffled moans from his face digging into the couch. This was more familiar. While fucking Sirius felt like being on top of the world, there was still something special in what was familiar. Like coming home.

“Oh, fuck…” Remus jerked his hand faster, moaning into Sirius’ hole and sending vibrations all over him. “Remus… ah… I’m gonna— ah! ” Sirius came with a grunt, squirming in Remus’ tight grip. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Ah!”

Pulling off, Remus glanced over as soon as Sirius’ moans subsided into heavy panting. He gently flipped Sirius so he would lie on his back, only to find the potion's effect had worn off. His husband was back.

Remus couldn’t contain the huge relieved smile. “Sirius…” he called softly, tucking the stray locks of hair away from his gorgeous flushed face. “Welcome back, love.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered open. Then the first thing that escaped his parted lips were, “Younger me just had to go for a second, didn’t he…”

“Of course you did.” Remus collapsed in chuckles. “What’s the matter? Too much for you, old man?”

“Shut up,” Sirius threw a weak punch to Remus’ chest. “My throat burns. Fucking hell, how loud was I?”

“Very loud.”

Sirius groaned. “Hope that was bloody worth it. I’m sore all over.”

“Are you really saying you didn’t think it was?” Remus scraped his fingers through Sirius’ hair, just like how he’d pet Padfoot. It seemed to work all the same with Sirius anyway.

Sirius was silent for a while. “Whatever. You’re drinking it next time.”

Next time. Remus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t contain the rush of excitement. Then the rest of Sirius’ words dawned on him. “Drink? You didn’t drink the potion, did you?” The events caught up to him, now with a different pair of eyes. “You said it spilled on you…”

“Oh, Remus.” Sirius’ shoulders shook with laughter.

Everything suddenly made sense. It was all Sirius. Nothing was on accident.

Remus shook his head in disbelief. “You are a menace,” he said as Sirius’ laugh rang through their living room.

[whumptober]

hi, so sorry if you received a similar question: but is turning into a werewolf (lycanthropy) body horror and could you explain it a bit sorry english isn't my first language... thank you so much!

I would say absolutely! That kind of transformation, with bones snapping and muscles tearing, the body reshaping in painful and unnatural ways, is classic body horror.

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar fics I've reread:

My other list of recs was getting long so I thought I would start up another

All are wolfstar (mix of jily and jegulus as other ship) Complete unless marked. There is plenty of fluff, however. Check tags please, some are sad, mcd, or deal with things that some find triggering

Non-magical:

-my jokes are my armour, my kindness is my sword by littleoldrachel: trans remus with disabilities. So good

-Wish You Were Here by afieryfox meet as online gamers

-Countermoves by athenowl: Hunger games no mcd

-Something Just Like This by shadow_prince fake dating

-Aging Gracelessly by orphan_account: older wolfstar texting fic

-Stray Dogs by MsAlexWP: strangers to lovers kidfic

-The Lab by de_sire: mutual pining

-i Didn't Come Here to Party, I Only Came for the Cake by attheendoftheday: gbbo fic

-Suite Nothings: Wolfstar Edition by femme_de_lettres: university get together

-my love, take care of yourself by littleoldrachel: raising teddy get together

-Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot: cute bookshop au

-The Boys of Summer by todaslasmadrugadas: summer get together

-Liebestraum by lunchbucket: get back together, classical musicians

-Too Little Too Late By swings_and_roundabouts

-Under the Eucalyptus [+Podfic] by xinasvoice: sweet get together fic set at the zoo

-Au Pif by sreka, YumeNouveau: bakery au

-Signs of Affection by KittyCargo: deaf remus

-Love by the Seaside by viwrites: falling in love

-Within White Space and A Series of Sketches Done in Black Ink by mustntgetmy

-sway through the crowd (to our empty space) by littleoldrachel

Magical:

-Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations by TheQueerTailor: fantastic look at disability caused by lycanthropy

-used my best colours for your portrait by littleoldrachel: lie low at Lupin's with flashbacks exploring remus' life

-By Any Other Name by Under_the_Willow meet in bookstore

-Light in August by orestesfasting: summer at the Lupins

-Common Woodbrown by imochan: goes through remus childhood and war divergent

-Into the Fire by wilteddaisy (taotu) triward tournament

-A Duet by mustntgetmy: mcd war divergent

-no closer to heaven series by everythingintransit

-The Other Side of Sorrow by TheHufflebean Hogwarts divergent, Snape dies in prank

-shorn and scarred and yours by lynxindisguise: Slytherin sirius, Hogwarts divergent

-Motion Sickness by oscarwildechilde: summer post prank. Lily and remus friendship

-Six Feet Apart by Belle_Lestrange101: pandemic fic, remus is high risk

-Let Them Eat Cake by OpeningMyEyes: another baking fic

-The Horcrux Hunt by Keysie 1st war divergent main focus remus and Regulus friendship and working together. Funny and angsty.

-Boys Will Be Bugs by the_Infamous_Jack: Hogwarts era with trans remus

–that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf Remus raises Harry then Sirius lays low with them

-The Spy Who Loved Him by OptimisticDinosaur, weightyghosts spy au friends to lovers

-taste of honey by biremus: British bake off fic, each other's competition but ofc fall in love

**some wip recs:

-we grew up in spite of it by peachyybabe: remus has twin, starting Hogwarts together, there will be mcd

-Tic Tic Boom by Fictionboysarebetter: remus with tourettes Hogwarts fic

-Give Me A Sign by TherestheSnitch soulmate fic with deaf remus

-Underneath It All by Kaymardsa texting fic

++my to reread list

**A few others with jegulus main, but this girl needs lots of wolfstar so no worries lol

-you signed up for this by solmussa: summer fic, lots of queer ships

-only the brave: Hogwarts into war divergent

-Young Blood by viwrites: road trip

**Also- I haven't re-read it yet since I read as it updated, I am soon, and scenes live rent free lol. -Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon: hockey fic, mainly jegulus but *lots* of wolfstar. Deaf Remus.

Of course feel free to check out my works