#lycan’s pup

[venomouskisses]

Shh, no, don’t cry pup. You’re doing such a good job, making me feel so good with that tight cunt of yours. Just let me take care of you. No, I know it hurts, but just take a little more and then you’re done. You know what happens to dumb dogs who wander around in heat, baby. They get bred. Over and over and over again until their owners are satisfied. It’s just be one litter, pup. Can you do that for me? There you go, easy now. Take all of it.

[werewolfaday]

day 133--happy mother's day!

bonus under cut!

[grimwicks]

Bandit being a good wolf dad

[lycan-mutt]

hmmmhmmmmmhmmm

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Continuing with my Were!Daryl rambles!

I'm feeling an angsty fic coming up. What if he never told you what he was before you started sleeping together and you find out in the possibly most terrifying way possible, without him there to explain it all to you..

Add that to the stress of losing Glenn and Abe, and the saviors take Daryl away..

[wet-canid]

look at this dumb idiot

[ID: image 1. an image showing a close up of a kandi maned wolf. image 2. an image showing a full body shot of the same kandi maned wolf. The patterned used resembling the common lizard kandi pattern Image 3. an image showing the same kandi maned wolf being held by its left front leg dangling. ]

[ID: DNI: minors, bigots (this includes intersexists, zionists and nazis btw), endos and their supporters, radqueer/ transID, narc abuse believers]

[slimewares]

you and your tgirl roommate are pretty close friends and you're very open with each other about what kinks you're exploring. for instance she's a furry and tells you all about her horny wolfgirl fursona. you tell her that you're not really a furry yourself, but you're into monster and sci-fi themed dildos and have been thinking about trying out some furry inspired ones, especially since you've been trying to branch out into bigger ones.

one day she surprises you with an early birthday present. its a huge lycan dildo with an inflatable knot and a cum tube, it even comes with a bottle of "werewolf cum" lube that tastes just like real cum. that night you spend a lot of time working yourself open enough to fit the dildo inside of you. even just fitting the head inside gives you such an incredible feeling of being stretched open. your eyes roll back as you push the whole thing up inside of you, feeling the head slide deep and nestle against your cervix. you fuck yourself silly on it in all sorts of positions, fucking it into you as you lay on your back, riding it, greedily writhing on it as you push it into you doggy style. the whole time imagining, no, wishing that it was your roommate's fursona fucking you. you make it knot you deep, loving in the feeling of the knot inflating in your tight cunt and locking it in place. you fill the cum tube with the lube and send a huge load deep into your pussy. you orgasm as you feel the "werewolf cum" shoot onto, and even into your cervix. its unlike anything you've felt from a toy before. the cum feels so lifelike, like your actually being bred by real sperm. you sit there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being full, before you start fucking yourself again.

if only you knew that on the other side of the wall, your roommate is jerking herself off, not only to the decadent sounds your sloppy hole is making on the toy she commissioned for you and based on her fursona, but also because she knows that every time you shoot yourself full of the cum, her real cum that she used to replace the lube, you really are repeatedly filling your womb with her pups.

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + knotting + biting + blood + dub / noncon + creampies + breeding + slight mention of impreg + dacryphilia

💌: haiiiii.. enjoy. BEWARE DUB / NONCON!!!!!!!!!! i love kinktober, unfortunately dont think i could ever participate but it’s october and i love wolves and jake and knotting

werewolf jake that tries so hard to keep his lycan side a secret from you. you’re so sweet, so fucking innocent and it drives him crazy; makes it harder to keep from fucking his knot into you as he pounds your tight cunt, harder to keep from sinking his teeth into your soft neck and claiming you.

but god, does he want to.

he constantly thinks about how you’d react if he exposed himself to you. would you be afraid of him? scream and cry as his thick knot swells inside of your tiny pussy? push him away when you see those long, dangerous canines inching closer to your vulnerable throat?

or would you pull him closer, wrap your legs around him as he rams your cervix with each thrust? maybe even tilt your head to the side and slide your hands into his hair, pressing his face into your neck so he can easily nip at you.

jake doesn’t know what he’d do if you began to fear him.. if you scrambled to run away before he had the chance to plug you with his knot. he doesn’t know if he’d be able to bring himself to stop fucking you.

it’s wrong and sick and he knows it, but he doesn’t seem to care when his instincts take over as he’s fucking you one night, his claws and canines itching to grow the closer he gets to cumming. there’s absolutely no way he can part from your tight hole that’s gripping him so tight he can barely pull out, so he doesn’t.

he all but growls when you clench around him, lost in pleasure and moaning when a particularly hard thrust has you squeezing your eyes shut and coating his cock in a ring of cream. it’s enough to send your boyfriend over the edge, his cock thickening up at the base before his mouth finds your tit and his teeth draw blood.

the pain brings you back to your senses and horror fills your mind when you see the furry ears on his head and the rivulets of blood staining his chin. you’d heard stories of werewolves but you’d never imagined jake, your sweet and kind jake was one.

you struggle and writhe beneath him but it’s no use; how can a human overpower an apex predator? it only works to anger him, a guttural growl making your eyes well up with tears and shake your head no, lost for words.

but he doesn’t seem to register your rejection.. or maybe he simply doesn’t care because he continues to abuse your sensitive cunt, using you for his pleasure, pinning you down with a single hand, and wiping your tears with a clawed finger.

he doesn’t stop, can’t stop, until youre properly bred: full of his thick, sticky cum and his knot keeps it deep inside, ensuring you’d carry his pups.

jake’s no longer in control of himself and it shows in the way he’s fucking you. each thrust is harder than the last and you swear his cock is going to split you in half, it hurts but a part of you likes it; you like being manhandled and used like his breeding bitch, the feeling of his tongue licking your sore chest and especially, the way his cock throbs and twitches inside of you.

all you can do is lie there and take what he chooses to give, cumming again when ropes of his warm cum paint your inner walls and the tip of his dick slides past your cervix, completely flooding your womb.

you’re so fucking full, his length deeper than ever and his knot stretches your hole, keeping jake from pulling out.

but it’s not enough for the wolfboy, his tail is.. wagging? as he humps into you, the push and pull of his hips making you whine.

you weren’t meant to take such a large cock but it doesn’t matter, he made it fit and he’ll continue to push your limits until he’s content.

[muffinsin]

you know what, fuck it we ball. i gave the dani and cass monsterfucker prompts, lemme cook one up for bela real fast in your ask box while i am yet again sleep deprived.

let’s put bela with a lycan (heh). feel like we’ve seen a couple lycan requests, but i’m gonna put a breeding focus on this one. similar to cass’ i guess. sweet, darling bela is gunna have to carry a litter of lycan pups to full term, though.

she’s thinking about that and all the consequences that come with it the whole time she’s getting railed after having been pounced on, and for some reason being unwilling to push the beast off. pheromones? she’s a little loopy on them, it’s clouding her judgement. not to mention this situation, unfortunately, really turns her on, despite the fact that she’s soo anxious about the fat knot smacking against her cunt getting forced inside, and so anxious about being pumped full of so much werewolf cum that makes her look pregnant alone. starts thinking about how many pups she might be given. will it be a whole litter? how many pups come in a lycan litter? how is that going to affect her body? etc. thinks about lactation too. probably gotta produce a whole lot to feed a litter, ya know?

very big on bela mommy issues dimitrescu being a sucker for this kind of stuff deep in the back of her mind. she wants to be a breeding toy, she just doesn’t quite know it. lycan lover will help her out.

picturing them not being able to really speak while transformed. maybe a couple words here and there, but it’s difficult. they’re really mostly a monster right now. not so much of a monster that they won’t give her some sweet aftercare lovin’ while she cockwarms them due to the inflated knot being unlikely to go down for a good while, though. oh, and they’re Hung. “it won’t fit!” kind of hung, but they make it work 🥴

- 🐺

Hell yeah!🙌 My much needed reminder that I write smut? Perhaps XD At last, after months, poor Bela is getting some monsterfucking loving too, hm? XD Let’s get into it, everyone!

Masterlists

In one moment, she feels curiosity. In the next, her body tenses as a loud roar is heard echoing in the dimly lit cave. Bela bites down on her lip harshly, her bright, golden eyes scanning over the stony edges of the walls of the cave.

She feels slightly dizzy, her brain fuzzy, her limbs oddly heavy. A thick scent lingers in the air, one she feels strangely tempted to follow.

She can’t recall why she entered the cave in the first place, not usually one for such curiosity.

And yet..now she can’t seem to leave again. As if in a trance, she keeps on walking, uncaring of her heels scraping against the stone and muddy ground. She feels slightly cold, just enough for her to shiver, yet not quite enough to pose a threat.

She jumps a little when she hears a loud snarl again. What is she doing? She can’t seem to resist the scent clouding her judgement and senses.

Bela’s eyes widen slightly for a moment when- at last- she finds the source of this sound. A creature, curled up, yet monstrous in size. If it were to stand, she is sure it would be towering above her, and only stand slightly shorter than Alcina herself.

She keeps on walking, until she stands, frozen, right in front of the creature. Her eyes widen suddenly, as if only now aware of it. What is she to do?

To slay the beast? Gulping, she gazes around the cave, trying to find anything to use to her advantage. However..nothing. She scans the lycan-like monster again.

Large, muscular, with sharp teeth pointing out from its mouth. She shivers again. No, fighting the beast is not an option.

Still, as she stares the creature down..

Bela’s body tenses again, her eyes flickering over it. She sees the sharp claws, the strong torso…

Her eyes land on the large, still limp cock between the creature’s legs. Suddenly, the scent grows stronger, and without understanding why or standing any chance at resisting it, her body lurches forwards, and suddenly her face is smudged against the warm, oddly comforting thigh.

She sees the massive thing twitch, her eyes wandering over the thick knot wearily.

She can’t quite understand. All she does, is feel.

She feels her body submitting to the monster, her pussy aching and drooling, her heart yearning to be close. She doesn’t understand.

As if in a trance, her hands move across her body. She removes her cape and hood, then her dress. Left only in her underwear, stockings and heels, Bela positions herself along the creature’s large arm.

She doesn’t even notice she has begun rutting her clothed pussy against it.

Then, the creature stirs. Her eyes widen, and for a moment she seems able to rip herself away. She turns halfway to her swarm form fast, making for the way out. She recognizes it, is almost there..

Then, she shrieks, as large paw-like hands push against her back and force her to the ground, and the large creature hovers above her. She’s pinned, struggling against the dirty and wet ground.

Then, she tenses, as a long tongue drags against her neck. She shivers, her nose picking up on the creature’s scent that now sticks to her.

Another lick, and another. She feels dizzy almost, her pussy clenching and aching, yearning for the creature’s large cock. She feels shame; has she always been this easy? Surely not! Have years of neglecting her sexual side and sex with the staff turned her into this? Turned her into a slut easy enough to even get turned on by a lycan of all things?! What would Mother think!

Bela gasps when she is turned roughly, her head throbbing for a moment before she can realise what is happening. She feels and hears her clothing tear, sharp teeth and claws slashing through the skin tight dress and grazing her pale, porcelain skin slightly.

She doesn’t attempt to push the creature off, she can’t, and somehow, doesn’t want to. All she feels is its large cock, limp before and slowly hardening against her thigh. To her horror, the thing grows as it hardens, so the monstrosity turns to an even huger dick. She whimpers momentarily.

How could this fit? What’s going to happen to her? Will it breed her? Somewhere in the back of her mind she realises..summer is breeding season.

She gasps when the sandpaper-like tongue drags down her neck, leaving almost slimy saliva in its path. She shivers underneath the lycan, golden eyes taking in the monster’s form. Then, she jumps, when sharp teeth graze her hip.

Suddenly, her head is filled with the desire to be bitten, to be claimed in the most intimate and primal of ways. She yearns for it, suddenly, her mind foggy, her body yearning, her back arching as though presenting her to her captor.

The lycan snarls and growls, and the blonde yelps when she feels the strong tongue lick across her inner thigh next.

“W-Wait!”, she shrieks as a massive hand wraps around her thick thigh, and gasps when she is spread open. With a single bite her underwear is snatched from her, leaving her shivering as the damp air of the cave hits her privates.

To her embarrassment, she is already soaked, her clit pulsing, her lips glistening with the wetness that drips from her.

The beast straddles her fully, its large clawed hands grabbing onto her petite wrists and pinning them above her head. Bela is a mess of thoughts.

What is happening? How come she is enjoying this so much?!

She feels so wet, she needs this so bad.

Never has she felt this turned on in her life..

She must get back! She must escape! Mother will be furious! Cassandra will never let her live it down! Daniela will never give her a break from the jokes and mockery!

She must feel the massive cock in her..so thick, so strong, already twitching as it is aligned to hang proudly between her legs.

Bela whimpers as she feels the thick, glistening wet tip against her tight pussy. Having neglected her needs in favor of working hard, she’s impossibly tight for the large cock dangling between her thighs. Let alone the huge knot…

The thought strikes fear into her mind. How could she possibly take the massive girth? How could her pussy ever recover from the stretch?

How could she take such a large knot? How could it ever fit into her?! What if..

What if she is bred?

Her eyes widen a little at the thought. So what if she is bred? What if the beast pumps load after load of thick cum into her?

The proud heiress of Alcina Dimitrescu, the noblest of her sisters, reduced to a cum dump, made to become a mate and be bred until she carries a litter of lycans in her womb.

She gasps, then screams and moans, as the thick tip pushes into her. Its soft head goes in easily despite the tightness, and Bela moans when, after years, she finally feels full again.

Yet, upon glancing down, she sees that barely the tip has made it in. There is a lot to go, still, and she already feels it as warm, no- hot, precum drools from the monstrous lycan and right into her.

Her thoughts wander more and more the foggier her brain gets and the higher she seems to get on the pheromones and scent surrounding her.

How many lycans make a litter? Two? Three? Six? Seven? Twelve?! She can’t remember, but by the size of the knot sitting at the base of the cock, she must fear for the worst.

Her hip is grabbed, then a strong arm is wrapped around her. She feels more of the cock push itself inside of her.

Her back arches and she feels the arm around her tighten, then can’t help but giggle when she is lifted off the floor.

“A-AAh! AH! Gnmnn!”

She throws her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels more and more fill her.

At last, she feels the knot pushed up against her stretched pussy.

“Ple-Please!”, she gasps. How on earth could she fit that knot into her?! As the creature’s hips pull back and the cock begins to slip out of her, she feels her pussy grip it tightly. It’s as though every part of her body tries to keep the monstrosity in her, as though despite what fears plague her mind, her body is eager and relentless to be bred.

For a moment, shame has her cheeks burn up and flush bright pink. She moans as she feels the long tongue explore her neck and grunts in pleasure as her captor’s hips slap back against her own.

“N-Ngnnm, yes! Y-yes! O-Oh god!”

They draw back, then snap to her again, making her jolt. She tugs her arms half heartedly, and unsurprisingly, the lycan’s grip only tightens on her.

She moans with every little drop of hot wetness that leaks into her. She gasps as thick and heavy balls slap against her ass, plap! Plap! Plap! With every thrust.

So thick..Bela’s head is thrown back as she merely thinks of how much cum they must hold inside. How much she will be made to cold inside.

“I-Oh..yes! Yes! A-Ah!”, she screams. She feels herself pushed closer and closer to her orgasm already within moments of this treatment.

But really, she can’t be blamed! Not when poor Bela’s pussy and body is unused to such treatment, when she clenches tightly around the cock and feels it stretch her more with every thrust.

And how can she be blamed, when she feels the thick tip push up against the back of her womb when it is fully nestled inside of her, when she feels the wet head rub up against her pink, spongy and wet insides.

She groans and moans, louder and louder and louder.

And the creature seems painfully aware of her state. She is grabbed hard and yanked about, her petite body used to practically jerk her up and down on the massive cock.

When she cums embarrassingly fast, tears begin to run down her cheek. Yet she yearns for more, fear and arousal filling her mind when she feels the heavy knot push up against her.

Even with a stretched pussy, she can’t imagine a single way such a thing could fit into her!

She gasps and moans loudly with every thrust into her wet and tight cunt. Each causes the thick knot to smack against her and nearly has her flinch each time.

Truly, she can’t grasp how such a thing could ever fit into her!

It seems, too, her monstrous captor couldn’t care less that she came. If anything, Bela feels the talons holding her tightening and the cock within her twitch.

Yes, she can imagine she is quite warm, wet and tight around the beast now. And still she gasps and moans high pitched with every little thrust and move into and out of her.

She is yanked and pulled, the rough treatment accompanied by almost sweet licks against her neck. She feels lightheaded already, little sighs escaping her thick lips here and there.

As she is fucked faster and she feels more and more precum drip into her, her attention is pulled to the fact she is being bred yet again.

And again, it feels her with a strange warmth that has her cheeks heat up, her ass clench and her pussy grip the cock stretching her sore tightly.

She wonders, will she bear a round stomach as she carries a litter of Lycans? The thought has her whimper and arch her back as best as she can.

Yes, she is already reeking of the creature, after all!

Will her breasts grow even larger and ache, so full of milk for her little pups? Bela gasps at the thought alone.

“N-A-AAh! AH! Ah! Yes! YES!”

She screams, loud and passionate, when she suddenly feels the teeth that have been rubbing against her neck push inside.

Warmth spreads throughout her body. She’s shaking, trembling and moaning, gasping and shrieking as she cums again. She knows, deep down, the bite has claimed her as the creature’s.

She groans when she suddenly feels cum be shot into her, massive amounts enough to cover her entire face- head even- if it was shot into it.

She squirms helplessly as she is pumped full of it, her arms held tightly, her neck forced still by sharp teeth, her pussy plugged with the cock as more and more cum floods her insides.

Her eyes widen as she looks down and finds her own stomach, growing more and more the more seed is pumped inside. She whines, her legs attempting to cross, her hips trembling in an attempt to move. But the large cock stays inside, and the beast only snarls angrily at her foolishness.

Soon, her stomach is round and full, large enough for poor Bela to let herself lean fully against the ground and the lycan, too weak and sore to carry the unexpected weight of her cum-filled stomach.

Already, it looks as though the monster impregnated her.

For a moment, the creature only pants. Bela catches her breath at last as she moves her hand to her neck, her bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth as she feels two large bite marks on there. Blood smears around it, but below the sweet fluid, she feels the puncture wounds.

Then, however, her excitement is cut short and replaced by terror, arousal and fear.

The knot.

She mewls as it presses against her stretched pussy, harder and harder. She feels it throb and its warmth, its sheer size…

“It won’t fit!”, she pleads. The creature seems to think otherwise, as it snarls and growls, its grip tightening on Bela for a moment. She gasps when she is flipped over, so now her bare breasts are pushed up against the hard rock and muddy ground.

Her round stomach aches as it rests on the floor and poor little Bela whimpers in embarrassment as she feels more cum leak from her pussy again with every single breath.

She feels her leg be pulled to the aside and shivers slightly as the warm air of the cave hits her wet privates.

Then, she feels the knot push against her again. The monstrous lycan mounts her easily, its sheer size alone dominating the blonde.

Then, with a scream and a moan of pleasure, she feels it, finally. The knot, impossibly big, forced into her soaked pussy and sealing it like a plug. She whimpers and moans loudly.

She is grabbed tightly, her stomach a shameful, but arousal reminder of her new status as this monster’s mate and breeding puppet.

She gasps when there is even slight movement. More, and more. The creature can’t thrust into her with the knot in the way, but even the smallest of movements and turns give both insane amount of pleasure.

Bela is panting again quickly, her hands cupping her stomach and breast. She feels the blood pour from her neck, down her collarbone and past her breasts.

She feels her last orgasm of the day rising already within a few moments, her body seemingly automatically responding to the large knot inside.

When the creature bends down to lick her swollen stomach, she nearly cums from it alone. Yes…all this seed in her, the knot..she knows, she will be bred and impregnated.

Her cheeks heat up, her nipples harden, her ass clenches and tightens around nothing. Her pussy milks the cock and knot in her.

Bela whimpers and moans, pants even. She can’t bring her mind to think of anything but being what she is made to be now, a breeding toy. A future mother to a litter of lycans.

She thinks of her round belly, her sore and aching breasts leaking milk, a dozen little wolves running around.

She thinks of possessiveness, the one the creature has already showered her in.

A few more movements, and with a scream, the beautiful blonde cums again. She mewls as her mate does the same, the large, hard knot at least shrinking slightly in her.

She is held close as she whimpers and cries, her stretched pussy pumped full to the brink, so much so her own cum and the creature’s heavy, thick one. She feels the cum drip and smear everywhere, even.

Then, it seems over at last. Her eyes are heavy, her stomach even rounder and fuller. The knot rests in her, as if still acting like a plug that traps the creature’s seed in her.

Exhausted, she allows the large thing to shift her. She feels soft fur against her, and a gentle tongue running along her throat and stomach.

It’s almost..lovingly.

With a smile on her lips, she allows her eyes to slip shut

[ogdegenerate]

Fuck it I cant sleep so here ya go

Werewolf x BAMF Human thingy prt1(?)

This will be very gay cuz fuck hetaronortivity and long cuz i’m a complex fucker

You are deceptively strong and durable on a supernatural level.

And by on all means you shouldn’t be, as far as you know you’re 100% human, it was just very easy to get strong to you.

You live alone in a cottage in the woods, traveling to a nearby town (which would take hours by vehicle but only a few minutes for you on foot) for groceries or any other supplies isn’t really an issue, you just enjoy the solitude.

While hunting for dinner, you find a black wolf who’s unconscious and heavily wounded. Maybe poachers nearby lost their score? They better pick a god and pray that they don’t run into you.

Because of your bleeding heart and to fuck over the dickwards who wanted to skin the pup, you decided to bring the wolf back home and nurse them back to health

In hindsight, the biggest red flag was that this certain wolf was bigger and heavier than the average lupine, then again it’s nothing you cant handle and there’s not much of a point to body shame a wild animal.

You bring the suspiciously-bigger-than-normal-wolf back to your humble cabin and nurse them back to health with the power of a first-aid kit and your know-how of animals.

The night goes by and you awoken to your fridge being ran through, the door wide open, and the wolf-who-was-way-too-big-to-be-a-normal-wolf no where to be seen.

You fear that the poachers mightve somehow found where you live and captured the wolf, but there’s no signs of a struggle anywhere.

This leads you to deduce that the fuckmothering wolf you decided to bring to your house and deemed safe to sleep under the same roof in WASN’T your run of the mill wolf and never was.

Atleast the fucker could leave a thank you note or something.

Few days go by where you have to go deeper into the woods due to the sudden raid of your consumables. You were chasing down a moose because why not? It’s been a week and it looked at you funny.

You only manage to loose sight of it for a few seconds before you come to see that your bounty got slain by a pair of huge brown wolfmen. One of them even spots you and gives you a snide grin.

Try as you back away, you bump into something hard (STOP IT) and fuzzy, and to your distain it was a gray werewolf -being accompanied by its blonde friend- blocking your path.

Ambushed and surrounded by a quartet of lycans, the one that smiled at you graciously informed you that you’re currently hunting within their turf. You apologized like the good man mother raised you to be and made it clear that you will make sure not to make the same mistake again as you try to move away from the wolves who towered over you by a foot or two.

The gray wolf clarified that a simple apology isn’t going to cut it and that they would be willing to forgive and forget if you “have some fun with them”

A small part of you is quite curious and maybe a bit excited of the “invitation”, but you ultimately give your answer by unrooting an entire tree with your bare hands.

Cue little red riding good by cupcakke as you chase down the small pack while carrying an entire tree over your head.

You don’t see those werewolves again for a while and you’re free to get some meat (SHUT UP) without any interruptions for about a week

Until one quiet night of stargazing, the same werewolves you terrorized way back when came back with some friends.

Geez guys atleast fight your own battles.

Good thing you got your trusty shotgun because if you’re going to taking on 14 or more werewolves, you’re not going down without a fight.

The blonde one you remember seeing pointed at you and shouted at something behind them about an intruder who threatened then

Ok they’re not wrong but it was all in self defense

The werewolves part way for whoever blondie was talking to, and you can’t believe to see the consequences of your own ignorance.

The ALPHA wolf (as the yellow one described him) is bigger and bulkier than the rest of the company. But this isn’t any random alpha werewolf. This werewolf was covered in black fur. Fucker still even has the bandages around his beefy arms.

As the alpha walks towards you, you decided to meet him there halfway, yelling at the wolf on how rude of a guest he was and that none of this would even be happening if he didn’t steal his meats.

As the wolf opens it maw, you cut them off that leaving them alive doesn’t count for shit and nobody here is entitled to anything of yours just because you’re big and scary and weirdly handsome

Before you can say another thing, the wolf discards something off their back and drops it in front of you, the huge and meaty thud breaking your train of thought.

You behold the object infront of you and see it’s a giant willdboar. Somehow even bigger than the moose from before.

In shock, you look back up to the black wolf who’s now kneeling down at eye level to you. His red eyes, unmistakably wolf like, still has a strange humanity to them. And yet they magically sparkle like jewels under the moonlight.

“Thank you for saving my life, I do hope this will make up for all of the trouble you went through”

His voice was deep, gruff, and manly and still so soft and calm. There was no hint of anger or malice in his voice compared to the others, actually, maybe there even was hint of guilt as well?

The black wolf stood back up to their full 8 foot majesty, adding on that he will personally talk to the lycans who made an attempt on your body personally and make sure that they wont bother you again.

The alpha began to walk away, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

The big black wolf turned to you with his ruby eyes wide at you, he looked surprised, confused even, it’s clear that he wasn’t expecting this to even happen and neither were you.

The alpha’s maw opened, but no words came out, not even a sound. All he could do was look to the side and give a nod.

As the werewolf walked away with his pact following suit, you couldn’t help but notice as his black tail sway side to side, dare you say it was… wagging?

No, it cant be. You must be very tired. It has been a long week

[venomouskisses]

Going fucking insane not being able to grab her by her hips and breed her puppycunt full right now

[werewolfaday]

day 91!

[unabashegirl]

Lycan 15 — werewolf

Y/N Y/L/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.

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It started getting colder and even though Harry skin and soul burned for her she could still feel the chilly air. His arms felt like blanket around her. She wanted to remain between them. Y/N just couldn’t understand how quickly her life had turned around. From what she understands she was basically married to a man and had a whole bunch of people to take care off.

“We should get going, pup. I don’t want you to get sick” Harry ran his hands down her arms, trying to warm her up. “Plus, tomorrow we will meet with one of the elders to discuss your family roots”. Harry had summed the elders in a meeting in the pack house. He was intrigued. He wanted to know about her. Harry was also doing it for his own selfish reasons. He wanted to strengthen the bond. His wolf wanted to mark her from the moment he set eyes on her.

“Already?” She instantly got nervous. Y/N was scared of what secrets her family held. Her family was already messed up as it is. However, she was also intrigued about her family roots. “What if they don’t like me?” Harry chuckled as he grabbed her hand helped her out of the woods.

“They have to, pup. You are their Luna”

“I want them to genuinely like me” Harry’s heart swooned, “I- I am scared. What if I am a bad luna? and the pack rejects me?”

“That’s not going to happen. The Moon Goddess made you Luna because you have all the qualities and capabilities to be a great one” She nodded and remained quiet. Harry still couldn’t hear her thoughts because their bond hadn’t been completed, but he could tell that she was deep in thought.

“What are they doing?” Y/N asked as they walked past a group of almost twenty people sitting and chilling around a bonfire.

“They are telling stories. The elders like to share their heroic stories and legends within the younger members” The idea had been brought on a meeting with the council. “I like it. I’ve been to a couple of them. It helps to establish the sense of belonging.”

“I'd love to go,” Harry smiled. She thought nothing of her comment, but Harry thought otherwise. He could tell it was her wolf showing interest in her position as Luna. His own wolf felt proud and restless. He wanted to meet her wolf, and Harry kept struggling to keep him subdued. He wasn’t planning on keeping her away from him, but he wanted her to meet her own wolf before anything.

“We will. Just not tonight. It’s been a long day, and you need rest,” Harry pressed his hand against her lower back and guided her towards the pack house.

The house was quieter than when they had first arrived, but that didn’t mean everyone was sleeping. The living room television was on, and the majority of the members were cuddling and watching a movie.

Y/N found it nice. It was cozy. It all felt like home. She suddenly felt the overwhelming feeling of belonging.

“Come,” Harry said to her as he guided her upstairs to the room that would become hers. “This will be your room. I hope you like it,” he said as he opened the door for her. It was a nice and comfortable bedroom, much bigger than her older bedrooms. All walls were painted in a nice shade of white with almost floor-to-ceiling French-style windows, giving out to the forest behind the house. Apart from the bed, there was a beige sitting bench by the window with a small personal library.

“I took the liberty of asking my omega to bring your things from the hotel.”

Y/N nodded as she opened the door of the closet and noticed that all her clothes had been nicely hung and folded.

“This is nice,” she smiled at him as he leaned against her new bed frame. Her eyes continued to roam around, taking in all the details of her new room. The warm tones of the walls, the comfortable furniture, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp created an atmosphere that felt both inviting and unfamiliar.

“All of this feels weird. Don’t you think?” Y/N shared her thoughts, her expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

“No,” he said, a sincere smile on his face. “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.” His words carried a weight of anticipation and longing, revealing the depth of his connection to her, a connection that spanned years and lifetimes.

Y/N approached him with a deliberate slowness until their chests were pressed against each other. Her hands gently gripped his, tracing a path up his forearms and then to his shoulders. The electrifying sensation that ran through her body with each touch felt almost addicting. Harry, looking down at her, endeavored to memorize every detail of her face. In that moment, he sought to etch into his mind every sensation, every touch, and every look, as if he wanted to create an indelible record of the connection between them.

"Your scent is like a drug to me," Harry confessed as his hands circled her hips. Y/N didn't fully grasp the implications, but his words sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The entire experience was unlike anything she had ever encountered, especially with a man. He lowered his head, nestling it into the crook of her neck. "It calms me."

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, offering comfort. In the tranquil embrace that felt like hours but was only seconds, Harry abruptly lifted his head and withdrew from the warmth.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident as she observed his furrowed brows and suddenly tense demeanor.

Harry gazed at her, offering a small, reassuring smile.

"Something came up, and I need to go check," he explained cryptically. He couldn't elaborate, a call having come through the pack link. Communicating with Y/N, who hadn't yet been initiated into the pack, posed a challenge. This was a matter he needed to clarify with her, but first, he had to find a way to awaken her wolf. Harry was certain she was a wolf; his own wolf could sense it, restless and eager to claim her.

Harry's eyes bore a mix of apology and urgency. "I'll see you tomorrow. It's pack business. There's much we need to discuss, especially about you," he added, his tone holding a weight of significance. “Don’t forget the meeting with the elders”.

Y/N nodded, trying to understand the gravity of what he was saying. She had entered a world she knew nothing about, and the mysteries seemed to be unfolding at an overwhelming pace.

As Harry left the room, Y/N couldn't shake off the sense of unease. The room, once warm and comforting, now felt slightly colder. She wondered about her wolf, and about the complexities of the world she had been thrust into.

Harry sprinted out of the pack house, a surge of urgency pushing him forward. Niall's urgent message had set his blood on fire. Trespassers had become an unsettlingly frequent occurrence, and it was a threat he couldn't ignore. Especially now, with Y/N found but not yet fully integrated into her crucial role. The pack, still in a delicate state, teetered on the edge of vulnerability. Harry couldn't afford any disturbances that might jeopardize the pack's future.

Chapter 16

[lycan-mutt]

thinkin g about being soeosmones dog. in many ways

[eclipian]

Werewolf Sidesystem

pt: werewolf sidesystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

number of members: 3

divider credit + divider credit

“ Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully “

System Name: The Strays , The Pack , The Feral , Feral Collective* , Stray Collective* , Pack Collective* , Moon Howlers (*system/plural)

Collec. Name: Wolf , Grim , Grimm , Howl, Peowler , Hunter , Mutt , Rouge , Bite , Fang , Claw , Scout , Skull

Collec. Pronouns: They/Them , Th✦y/Th✦m , Th☆y/Th☆m , He/Him , H✦/H✦m , H☆/H☆m , She/Her , Sh✦/H✦r , Sh☆/H☆r , Howl/Howls , Growl/Growls , Grr/Grrs , Bark/Bark , Wolf/Wolfs , Lycan/Lycans , Were/Wolf , Snarl/Snarls , Moon/Moons , Hunt/Hunts , Snap/Snaps , Scratch/Scratchs , 🐾/🐾s , 🌓/🌓s , 🌔/🌔s , 🌕/🌕s , 🌙/🌙s , 🌒/🌒s , 🌖/🌖s , 🌗/🌗s , 🌘/🌘s , 🐺/🐺s , 🥩/🥩s

Collec. Gender: Werewolfgender , Werehonum , Wolfmestic , Moonbeast , Wolfmoonbodiement , Pluralwerewolf , MisinterpWerewolfgender , Werepackfamil

Collec. Attraction: Neptunicflexible & Uranicflexible

Collec. Other IDs: ALyAB , Werevesil , Miscelupus , Miscelycan , Tridynamic , Dissocryptid

Collec. Species: Werewolf

Origins/Modifiers: Lunagenic , Wolf-Heavy , Low Split Tolerance

Aesthetics: Grimdark , Naturecore

Name: Theodulf , Theo , Christopher , Brutus , Bane , Maximus , Max , Mikael , Noire , Niklaus

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/Him , H✦/H✦m , H☆/H☆m

Gender: Male , Wolverine , Raven , Werehonum , Lupusman , Abandrelossic , Ghostoverlay , Phasmincubial , Ghostaesic

Attraction: Uranic , Werewolf4Ghost ,

Other IDs: Beta , Dissopermbleed , Dissonosleep , Dissohorn

Species: Werewolf

Role: Species Dysphoria Holder , Charge

Aesthetic: Grimdark , Naturecore , Grunge , Goth

Name: Lupita , Tala , Lucine , Luna , Lovota , Lovel , Moon , Clawdia

Age: 20

Pronouns: She/Her , Sh✦/H✦r , Sh☆/H☆r , Snap/Snaps , Growl/Growls , Luna/Lunas , Luna/Lunar , Moon/Moons , Star/Stars , Twink/Twinkle , ⭐️/⭐️s , ✨/✨s , 🌓/🌓s , 🌔/🌔s , 🌕/🌕s , 🌙/🌙s , 🌒/🌒s , 🌖/🌖s , 🌗/🌗s , 🌘/🌘s

Gender: Female , Butch , Werehonum , Lupuswoman , Vampwolflovic , Lunastellic , Moonirial , Moonfrostaric , Moonobjhead

Attraction: Neptunic , Werewolf4Vampire , Volfiean

Other IDs: Alpha , Moonipsese , Dissovampiricdiet

Species: Werewolf

Role: Host / Outernaut , Infofiller

Aesthetic: Grimdark , Naturecore , Fairy Grunge , Dark Academia

Name: Oz , Zet , Kai , Yap , Snap , Bite , Yip

Age: 7

Pronouns: They/Them , Th✦y/Th✦m , Th☆y/Th☆m , Bark/Barks , Bork/Borks , Yip/Yips , Yap/Yaps , Pup/Pups , Pup/Puppy , Puppy/Puppys , Joy/Joys , Hap/Happy , 🐾/🐾s , 🤍/🤍s , 💛❤️💙/💛❤️💙s , 🐶/🐶s , 🐺/🐺s

Gender: Non-binary , Werehonum , Lupusenby , Wolfling , Kidcoricneutral , Pueolimic , Kidcorestalgic

Attraction: Aroace

Other IDs: Pup , Dissowolffolk , Dissopermainnocence

Species: Werewolf

Role: Little , Ògregulator , Soother

Aesthetics: Grimdark , Naturecore , Kidcore

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

[preservationofnormalcy]

For Amy:

Hello, i was wondering if i could get some non-emergency advice. I run a small space for local abnormal youth. While keeping things rather anonymous, we've recently had a young lycanthrope join us. He's a wonder in the space, lovely kid honestly but he tends to be a bit lonely, because he's the only lycanthrope. While he's comfortable talking to me or other youth outreach, there's no one to talk with about the specifics of lycanthropy. After doing some research and chatting with the kid, the nearest howl together group is about 2 hours away. Any suggestions on how to get him some company? He and I both think that it would be nice for him to chat to someone with closer experiences, even if only for a bit

Thanks!

-O.A , youth outreach worker

Aww, what a sweetheart. Poor little pup. Must be hard, if he doesn’t have any kind of pack structure nearby…

I know Kev has some friends online with a group chat, and Howl Together has been doing video calls recently. Maybe they have a club?

For our new readers, that’s a widespread therianthrope support group.

I forget not everyone knows it. I rag on HT and I could really do with less of the pack politics but they do good work. Especially in the case of our friend here.

Y’know, if you’re comfortable with it, maybe Norm can give you my number. Maybe this kid can chat with some of my pups. Or we can get them in touch with whatever HT is doing with the pups these days for online. I think some of mine play that Mined Craft game.

Like I said, we’re pack critters. I’m concerned if he doesn’t have a group of people like him to help with the….

Challenges?

Challenges. Thank you, hun.

In the meantime there’s a lot of videos and stuff on the HT site. Oh, I could send my old copy of “Silver and Wolfsbane”.

What’s that?

Oh god. Maybe not, actually…it was a book a lot of lycan parents gave their kids back in the 50’s or so when a lot of people were turned a little younger than they are now. My parents weren’t lycans so someone gave it to me, haven’t opened it since I was like seventeen…I can’t imagine it aged well. You’d probably like it though, it’s probably a lot like your PSAs.

Mrs Quinn, you’re coming to my place of work with a weird vendetta against my oeuvre!

They’re just boring, sweetie. Sorry I’ve been the only one to tell you.

….boring. Pfft. They’re not boring.