#m: werewolves

[beezelbubbles]

She trudged along behind her girlfriend at a relatively safe distance. A full moon meant babysitting duty supervising her. This was decidedly less sexy than she thought having a werewolf girlfriend would be. Centuries of proximity to humans and civilization meant that werewolves had undergone a bit of domestication that they would never admit to and were now closer to weredogs. But she'd never tell Tessa that. Domesticated or not, she could still rip the throat out of someone before they got more than one syllable into "Who's a good girl? Who loves bellyrubs?"

Up ahead Tessa was snuffling at the brush. most months she just wanted to run, maybe chase some deer. Sue clamped down firmly on the thought, Just like Aunt Nell's mastiff. Suddenly, Tessa stopped, ears alert. Sue caught up to her and closed her eyes, and willed herself to hear what Tessa was hearing. Finally, for a moment, the wind dropped and she caught the cadence of what seemed like chanting from the direction of the cemetery. Oh no. Tessa took off at a run and Sue scrambled to keep up. The ground leveled out when they got into the cemetery proper and it was easier. The chanting had resolved from a murmur to clear Latin. Sue groaned. Latin being chanted in a cemetery at night was never good.

There was a deep throated "wuff" and Tessa leaped into the circle of candles. Fuck fuck fuck. Candles? No no no. Sue drew the machete she kept at her hip. The chanting turned into screaming.

"No! No! Bad dog! DROP IT!"

Tessa was shaking her head and gnawing at something, but there wasn't the sort of screaming that meant it was alive, so that was probably okay. As Sue came up to the circle, the robed figure whirled at her and pointed accusingly. "Call off your dog! Do you know what you have interrupted?"

Sue looked them up and down and then squinted at the runes drawn in white chalk. "A reanimation spell? Not like a good one though."

The robed figure gaped, then seemed to remember themself. "Call off your dog, or I will deal with it myself." They waved their ceremonial dagger. It looked silver, but Tessa was ignoring it, so it was maybe silver plated at best.

"Not a dog," said Sue absently, looking around the circle, "and if you like your throat where it is, you'll stop saying that."

The figure froze and stared at Tessa with dawning realization.

"Hey, how far were you into this spell anyway?"

"It was done," said the figure in an attempt at portentously. "I was just repeating for, you know, ambiance."

"Uh huh. Uh huh," said Sue. ''Babe, drop it, you don't know what this dummy coated that in."

Tessa looked up from the femur she was gnawing on and cocked her head questioningly.

"They were trying to raise that thing."

"I did raise it. It's just... inert because I haven't given it any commands yet."

"You missed a line on the third rune. It's never gonna work like that." She sniffed. "And are those Bath and Bodyworks candles?"

"There was a sale and they're the right color."

"Riiight. Okay, well good luck with this. Tessa, let's go before this dummy's consequences start turning up." She scrapped the missing line in on the rune with the toe of her boot and muttered the final line of the incatation.

The aspiring necromancer watched them walk away. "They'll see! They'll all see."

Behind them the bones rattled and began pulling together. The necromancer cackled in delight until the skull began to elongated into a wolf's skull.

"No no! Sit! Stay!"

And then there was only a brief scream before the were-skele-wolf raised its bloodied muzzle to the sky in a silent howl.

Sue and Tessa watched this from the treeline. Tessa growled.

"Don't worry," said Sue. "It'll fall apart when it leaves the circle. I didn't put that much into the spell. Let's go home. We'll come clean it up in the morning. After you make me pancakes."

I guess this is what would happen if a werewolf bit a skeleton.

[ratuszarsenal]

right, nowadays werewolf erotica is all about the hot naked muscle and shirts torn asunder and all that. but I think bisclavret, the quaint homoerotic werewolf classic that it is, has some pretty interesting things to say around shame, intimacy and clothing/revealing yourself. of course, clothes are the chevalier's tether to humanity and the first thing his wife seeks to establish after he reveals his werewolf nature is whether or not he goes about naked - his nakedness, to her, confirms that he is more beast than man. her immediate reaction is to avoid "laying" with him, she hates the idea of admitting a beast into her bed. to him, to reveal his nature was an act of love and he was immediately punished for this vulnerability. then he supplicates himself before his king, who rewards that vulnerability and his ambiguous beast-man status, treats him with respect. bisclavret sleeps next to all the other knights. when he is finally presented his clothes to turn back, he is ashamed to do so in the presence of the king, perhaps taught by his previous experience - so in a gesture of trust and love, the king gives the werewolf his very bedchamber to safely change. he finds bisclavret transformed, truly revealed, literally sleeping (the ultimate position of vulnerability) on the king's bed - whereupon, in an act of affirmation, he kisses his beloved dog/knight silly. this apex of intimacy between the king & bisclavret takes place in the bed, yes, but with the clothes on, because the intimate truth that was violated & needed to be uncovered and avenged by the king was not bisclavret's body but his humanity

[lunegrimm]

- Transmutation -

It's great to finally see both parts of this mini series together!

Pieces inspired by autumn, the season of change & old alchemical and occcult manuscripts

[fandomnerd9602]

Winter Comfort (🌶️)

Wolf!Natasha x Reader

The weather predictions weren’t looking good for the entire upper east coast. The forecast was a winter blizzard would be making its way through and the Westview sanctuary was right in the blizzard’s path.

You and Natasha worked hard to fortify the sanctuary and your apartment from the coming storm.

“We should all stay at my apartment, Natasha” you told your girlfriend only for Yelena to interrupt.

“What about my cave? It’s roomy, open aired and I literally just answered my own question” Natasha huffs, “fine. But I want cuddles and a James Bond film”

“Deal” you answer with a smile.

“You two lovebirds can stay at your apartment,” the blond wolf chimed, “I am going to wait out the storm with Kate Bishop”

“I feel terrible for Kate” Natasha smirked. “Putting up with you? Oof”

Yelena rolled her eyes and jumped into her jeep, driving off to meet up with her best friend.

You and your wolf girlfriend got the hybrids all comfortable and the place well heated. The back up generator was good to go.

And with that, the sanctuary was fortified and ready for the storm. You and Natasha went back to your apartment.

You and Natasha cooked dinner, danced to a few favorite songs and then found yourselves curled up on your couch watching a classic James Bond movie.

“You always known how to treat me” Natasha giggles as she lays in your arms. She begins grinding her hips against yours. It was slow and steady, if it wasn’t for proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed. But you did.

“Are you w-warm enough, baby?” You tried to form a proper sentence but her little repeating action was putting your mind on the Fritz.

“I’m still a little cold” she purrs against your chest, “maybe you can warm me up”

She just keeps nuzzling you, breathing in your scent, rubbing her arms all over your chest, her legs sliding against yours. Her tail gently teasing your thighs.

“Natasha” you tried to say thru a mixture of giggles and a growing blush.

“Hmm? What is it, malysh?” She asked, batting her eyes playfully at you. Her eyes however held a certain amount of mischief.

“Y-You know what you’re doing to me”

She nuzzles you, her tail now swaying at you seductively. “Do I? Or are you reading between the lines?”

You rub her lower back reassuringly, placing little kisses to her lips, “Is this what you want?”

She kisses you right back, purring in your ear, “i want you. plain and simple, malysh”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your wolf hybrid girl giggles before kissing you again.

“What about the movie?”

She runs her hands under your shirt, “I’ve seen the Spy Who Loved Me a hundred times already”

And with that you pick her up and carry her to your bedroom. She wraps her legs around your waist, holding onto you and giggling. Her reddish tail swishing side to side happily.

You lay her down gently on your bed, kissing her neck, caressing her so tenderly.

“I can’t believe it” you whisper against her ear.

“Me neither.” Natasha giggles, “our first time and we’re doing it in the middle of a snowstorm”

“There’s that,” you shrug, “but I just can’t believe how lucky I am to be love with my best friend”

Natasha gazes into your eyes with pure love and adoration, her voice comes out a little pleading but also a little giddy too, “just take me already you romantic goof!”

You help her out of her thermals as she tries to claw you out of yours. The two of you kiss and tumble over your bed, lost in the all consuming, all encompassing feelings of love.

Despite her earlier energy levels, your first time was gentle and loving. Natasha didn’t want to take her eyes off you while you just were in awe of the way her eyes showed every bit of love and joy. You wanted this time to be about her, while she wanted it to be about you.

Her claws gently scratched down your back as the euphoric bliss washed over her. Her breathing became a series of desperate little panting sounds, “(Y/N)! My love!…” after that her voice became a series of loving, joyful phrases whispered in the Russian language. You knew a few words so you knew she was experiencing an immense amount of pleasure and joy, she was practically a mess in your arms.

Her little moans, the way she giggles and gasps. All of it just made you fall more and more in love with her. Her pleads, her panting voice, it all made you want to strive to make her feel it more and more. She was your ecstasy, your love, your wolf girl.

“Natasha,” the way you said in her name made her bite her lip happily. She wanted to hear you say it more often.

The two of you collapsed against one another a happy mess, sharing a gentle, loving laugh with each other. Natasha’s reddish curls covered her face and a bit of yours. Your honey wolf wrapped her entire body around you like a contented sloth on a branch. Her tail swished happy and content under the covers of your bed.

“Hmm…by the gods I love you” she said with a little content sigh on her lips.

“I love you” you whispered back, just wanting nothing more to do than hold her in your arms for all eternity.

“Sounds like the storm is starting to clear up” Natasha commented.

“I’m still a little cold” you joked, earning a giggle from your wolf paramour.

“We got time”

You kiss her tenderly, “all the time in the world, my love”

Her tail wagged happily in response. How did you go this long without her in your arms before?

Yes the weather outside was frightful but laying there in the comfort of your bed with your loving redheaded wolf girl was so delightful.

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[warmhappycat]

YES!! You - YOU! - see my vision!!

big ass werewolf in a service dog harness

[kabishkat19]

The Werewolf BF🌙

Ch 1 : Ch 2 : Ch 3 : Ch 4 : Chapter 5 in progress…

[gabessquishytum]

For good dog au, what if one day hob hurriedly calls out sick? And Dream is very worried and a little inconvenienced, but fine. Hob is allowed his time off. Dream pointedly doesn’t imagine hob spending his time in the sun with other, more charming people.

Hob comes back looking a little tired but no worse for wear and life goes on.

Only half a year later, he’s in a different room when Dream hears the sound of breaking glass and smells—something. Sort of musky. He goes to the next room where hob is hurriedly cleaning up a broken glass. He looks a little off. He’s all flushed and sweating and his pupils are dilated. He cut himself on the glass and the flavor of his blood fills the room. He quickly tells dream he isn’t feeling well.

Dream worries—is hob afraid of him? He would never drink his blood without permission.

Dream says that if hob is sick, Dream will care for him. That hob need not leave.

Hob looks pained and says Dream can’t help with this. Dream wouldn’t want to help him with this.

But Dream comes toward him anyway and hob bears his throat the minute he’s in range.

Dream stops. Only now does he remember a key piece of werewolf biology. Only now does he realize.

Hob is in heat. He hasn’t had a heat in a while. He thought after he lost Eleanor that he never would again. But everything in his body is singing, calling out for a knot in his hole and teeth in his neck.

This is so good anon!!!!!! I am really hoping to incorporate Hob’s heat into future editions of Good Dog au, I'm fascinated by how Hob’s werewolf biology and Dream’s vampire nature would play out together during a heat!!!

I particularly like the idea of Hob being fixated on Dream’s fangs. He finds them sexy at the best of times but during a heat they're magnetic, irresistible. Hob needs to be bitten and claimed, and he can't stop imagining how satisfying it would be to have those sharp, shining fangs penetrating his neck.

Hob’s heat doesn't totally fuck up his brain so he's lucid enough to remember that Dream’s disabilities need to be respected and taken into account. It makes most sense for Hob to ride Dream’s beautiful cock while Dream lays back, propped up on many pillows. Dream can pull Hob’s hair (the stuff on his head AND his chest, of course), dragging him in to be thoroughly bitten. It's maybe not the crazy, furniture-busting heat that Hob would have had in his youth. But it is perfect, loving and deeply satisfying.

Dream, meanwhile, thinks that Hob's blood is so delicious while he's in heat. Just another reason why he's keeping his good dog forever <3

[niskotus]

broken teeth for months

[vyvilha]

love when werewolf transformation is shown as painful. hell yeah baby i want to become my true self and i want it to hurt

[loonyloopylupin96]

Remus "dementors don't feel despair as we humans do" Lupin ilysm

[karma-uh]

@cryptkeeperkain

As is so frequently the case im also thinking about werewolves who work in healthcare. Paramedic uniform with MEDICAL ALERT SERVICE DOG on the back.

[ivanna-walker]

I want to share with you my new OC — Yonko! 🥺

She's a werewolf 🤲💫

I want to say thank you for your support of my @ilmpuwu 💞✨

[barrel-fish]

A comic based on this poem

[iconicname]

silly werewolf transformation

[nuclearfeels]

she reminds me of the werewolf from that one episode of Cybersix

She's for the sapphics, she's for the ladies. 🌹❤️