#werewolf Lore

[wanderingskyflower]

Oh I love this!

I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy You can read about her here. Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Jinx Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom

[23daemon]

Here is my werewolf lore post. It is a mix of canon Elder Scrolls lore + my own headcanon/additions. I’ve developed it over the course of 3-ish years for my Dragonborn’s story.

The design for Hircine is also my own creation. This is also a basic overview, lots of this stuff has more development. But I needed to make the text legible,

[hotyanderedaddies]

How to Tell if Your Boyfriend is a Werewolf

[I have no idea what a “NERP” is 😅]

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So you think that your boyfriend might be a werewolf. Luckily for you, there are a set of questions that you can ask yourself to know for sure:

Is your boyfriend bigger than the average male?

Not just down there, but is your boyfriend really big? Is he kinda built? Werewolves tend to possess genes that cause them to easily outsize the average human. Take note of whenever you and your man enter into a room; if he’s the tallest one and the most muscular there, then odds are that he’s a werewolf. This goes especially for alphas!

2.  Does your boyfriend growl at other people who approach you?

Werewolves are notoriously territorial creatures. And if you’re dating one, then they’ll definitely be territorial over you. Depending on the werewolf, he might growl at other guys (or even girls) who approach you in public to chat you up, or sometimes he might even bare his teeth at a barista who’s simply asking for your order. Next time the two of you are out in public, take note. If your man jealously growls whenever someone else steals your attention away from him, he might be werewolf!

3.  Do all of your belongings somehow smell like your boyfriend?

Like most canines, werewolves like to put their scent on what they view as theirs. And Reader, if you’re dating a werewolf, then in their eyes, you belong to them. Hence, if you aren’t congested and you take a whiff of your clothes, bed, car— anything that you use on a daily basis, try to tell if it smells suspiciously like your boyfriend. If your man is a werwolf, then he one-hundred percent scented your belongings so that his scent clings to you. It’s a way he can show other werewolves that you’re off limits since you’re his.

4.  Does your boyfriend avoid silver?

Silver isn’t just a gorgeous metal, but it’s also deadly to werewolves. It can burn their skin and silver dust in the air at some jewelry shops can prove to be toxic. Therefore, if your boyfriend asks you not to wear your beautiful silver bracelet whenever you’re out on a date, then he might be a werewolf. Or maybe you just can’t pull off silver? 

5.  Does your boyfriend disappear once a month?

If your boyfriend mysteriously vanishes one night out of the month, then take the time to check the nighttime sky. If there’s a full moon outside, then he might be a werewolf. If he belongs to a pack, then most alphas prohibit pack members from revealing their werewolf status to humans— at least until marriage (talk about a shocking honeymoon). If he’s rogue, meaning he doesn’t belong to a pack, then he might just be afraid of how you’ll react to the fact that he’s a werewolf. Most werewolves have difficulty controlling their animalistic instincts on nights of the full moon, hence he might steer clear from you to protect you… or prevent himself from mounting you nonstop.

6.  Is your boyfriend very touchy?

Wolves are pack animals, and they tend to be pretty handsy with their fellow pack members to show their affection. Werewolves are the same, especially with their significant others. Does your boyfriend smother you in cuddles and kisses whenever you enter the room? When you’re out in public, does your boyfriend NEED to hold your hand or have his arm secured around your shoulders? If your special guy refuses to let any inch of space in between the two of you, you might be dating a werewolf.

7.  Does your boyfriend enjoy belly rubs?

Werewolves often roll over onto their backs during cuddle time, giving their darling a puppy-eyed look as they ask for a good belly rub. If your boyfriend loves your hands all over his chest, the act turning him into mush, then he might be a werewolf. Good news is that it’s a surefire technique to turn a big scary werewolf into a giddy puppy.

8.  When having sex, does your boyfriend howl when he climaxes?

Yes, that happens sometimes.

9.  Does your boyfriend claim to have trouble sleeping without you?

Werewolves usually have a pack mentality, meaning that they stick together in groups. This carries over to sleep, in which a werewolf finds it near impossible to fall asleep without their darling in their arms. If your boyfriend constantly tangles himself up with you in bed, and you wake up using him as your pillow, then it’s quite possible that he’s a werewolf.

10. And most importantly: Is your boyfriend really, REALLY possessive of you?

Again, as stated earlier, werewolves are extremely territorial creatures. And if you’re dating one, this fierce possessiveness extends to you. Pay close attention to your boyfriend. Does he growl at people who approach you? Does he seem to always know your whereabouts, almost as if he just “conveniently” keeps showing up? Has he ever said the specific phrase, “You’re Mine”? Have you ever tried to leave and he blocks the door, or tries to lock you away? If your boyfriend insists on keeping you all to himself at all times, then he’s definitely a werewolf!

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Hello Neighbor

Note: previously posted under nicsnort but Tumblr decided to shadowban then terminate the account without warning. (this will be my monster blog from now on, even if the other is reinstated)

m!werewolf (Darrick) x f!reader

Word count: 3806

Contains: heat sex, knotting, werewolf sex, talk of breeding

You're part of a study using an experimental skin cream. The effects have been interesting but suddenly take a turn for the horny. Luckily, your werewolf neighbor is willing to help you out.

If you want to ignore my self-indulgent worldbuilding lore skip the indented text

Department of Monster Affairs

MEMO: Internal use only TO: For dispersal among all staff FROM: Division of Monster Research TOPIC: Werewolf bites and bodily fluids  Cultural stories have long passed down the idea that a human bitten by a werewolf in their wolf or hybrid form during the full moon will transform said human into a werewolf the full moon after. This division has long since determined that information to be mostly false, as the bite must occur during a special ritual for the transformation to take place. However, we now confirm that minor human-to-werewolf transformations are possible outside this ritual. Additionally, it seems that the transference of bodily fluids from the werewolf to the human is the cause, not the bite itself; this includes saliva and blood, but sexual fluids appear to have the same effect. Upon exposure to a significant amount of werewolf fluids, the human body begins accepting the wolven anima into its being. Within the next few days, those exposed will show increased aggression, likelihood to growl, urges to chase prey, and desire to pack. If exposure to the fluids ends, the wolven anima will not bind with the human form, and effects fade over time. Continuing the exposure will prolong the effects and may induce further wolven behavior and biological changes such as heightened senses and increased hair thickness. For women, the biological changes also include a heat cycle; for men, this includes rutting responses to a woman's heat cycle. This appears to follow gender identity or at least hormone levels as a trans-woman on HRT experienced a heat cycle. These results are from observations and testing of the general population who have been engaging in intimate relationships with werewolves. Experimental tests with a wide representative sample are underway to verify the full extent and parameters of werewolf fluids' effect on humans. This new evidence indicates that the ritual bite binds the wolven anima to the human, creating a new werewolf. Considering this, basic medical care to treat bacterial infection is no longer enough for an agent to re-enter the field. All symptoms of wolven anima must be cleared from the system. This knowledge will be distributed to the public via updated guides after experiments have validated the results and we have more information. Additionally, werewolves now fall under the category of corruptive monsters; all previous classifications still stand.

“Thank you,” the researcher said as she finished rubbing the experimental cream into your skin. “As always, contact us immediately if there are any sudden changes in your mental state or physical concerns. Please return for your next application next week.”

“Of course,” you replied with a smile. It had been four months since you started the trials, and you know the drill now. Honestly, this had been one of the best choices in your life. When you first saw the ad on social media looking for volunteers for a body-enhancing topical cream based on monster science, you thought it was a scam, especially when you saw that they were paying a hundred a week with a bonus of two thousand for those who completed the full six-month trial. But you took the risk, and damn was it paying off. All you had to do was be slathered in a topical cream every week, do a finger prick blood test daily at home, and submit a five-minute check-in about anything strange you noticed about your body or mind at the end of the day.

You weren’t sure what they were exposing you to; they couldn’t tell you as it could interfere with their results or something. Initially, you had experienced some mood swings and increased aggression. Still, it had settled down, and now the only noticeable effects were your sense of smell and hearing becoming more sensitive. It was sometimes annoying, given that you lived in an apartment complex, but it was not a huge hassle. 

Before heading home, you swung by the grocery store to pick up some milk and meat. That was something else; you had been craving meat a lot since this started. While walking around the grocery store, you noticed a minotaur and a naga looking at you with interest. A blush came to your cheeks. Could they smell the cream on you? Usually, you went right home after an appointment, so you had never been out in public - and certainly not around monsters. They have been increasingly common in the area since the segregation laws were overturned, allowing humans and sentient monsters to mix freely. The older folks who remembered the Great Incursion hated it, but you didn’t mind too much. Most monsters are just like humans, merely with different physicality and cultures…and magical powers half the time.

With groceries gathered, you quickly headed home. Walking towards your building, you saw your next-door neighbor—a werewolf. He moved in six months ago for work and spent most of his time in hybrid form. Apparently, he was from the other side of the Rift, so he never had to use his humanoid form. Honestly, you never understood how people said they found monsters that didn’t look human attractive until you met him with his thick mahogany fur, piercing golden eyes, full tail, and broad chest that was barely contained by his human-style clothes…you could have sworn he was flirting with you the first couple of months after he moved in. Yet, his interest fell off a few months ago. He stayed friendly, though.

“Good day, neighbor,” he greeted with a smile. “Need help with those?”

“Thanks, Darrick. That’d be great.” Maybe it was because he wanted to prove he wasn’t a threat, but Darrick was extremely friendly. According to the DMA guides, werewolves were very social monsters due to their pack instinct, so maybe it was just that.

He took the heavy meat-filled shopping bag from your arms while you carried the milk. As he did, you noticed his large, wet nose flare and his pointed ear turn forward with interest. Another blush came to your cheeks. He could smell that cream on you, couldn’t he? Though you had to admit, his scent today was marvelous. A deep, musky scent caused your blush to travel across your body, transforming into an aroused flush.

Entering the building, you were deeply aware of his presence behind you as you climbed the steps to the second floor. Even more so, with each sway of your hips, you were aware of how deeply aroused you had suddenly become. Your swollen lips rubbed against the cloth of your panties with each stair. You had been feeling sensitive the past few days, but why did your arousal spike now?!

You stopped outside your door. As you fumbled for your keys, you heard Darrick sniff rapidly, his hot body leaning over you, caging you against the door. Glancing back, you saw his long tongue flick out from behind his sharp teeth as though tasting the air. Your mind instantly flashed to what that tongue would feel like between your legs.

“I got it from here, thanks,” you told him, desperate to get away before you did something you regretted as the scent of his musk filled your nostrils.

Your voice seemed to jolt something in him. “Right, of course,” he bent down and put the bag down on the ground. But that was a mistake. His muzzle was right at your crotch now. The scent of your arousal certainly reached his wolven nose.

On instinct, Darrick pressed his nose against your crotch. You could feel his damp, heated breath through your jeans. His chest rumbled with a low growl, the vibrations reaching down his snout to your aching mound. A pleasured, wanting moan escaped your throat. You leaned against the door, your hips tilting up, legs spreading slightly, humping his muzzle lightly. His pointed canine teeth, barred together, provided a teasing friction against your clit.

CRACK!

You jumped at the sudden sound. Darrick had driven his claws into the wall, breaking the drywall. He wrenched his snout away from you with a pitiful whine, standing quickly and moving back. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t trying to stake a claim.”

“What,” you asked hazily, trying to shake your head of the lust. “A claim…”

“It has just been months since I have been around a woman in heat, and I lost control,” Darrick continued, not hearing your response at first. Then he paused while backing up a bit more. 

“Darrick, what do you mean by ‘a woman in heat’?” Even as you spoke, your eyes were drawn across him. There was a massive bulge straining his pants. Your inner walls clenched with desire.

“Sorry,” you apologize, tearing your eyes away and fumbling once more for the door. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it’s the cream. I need to report this to the researchers…”

Finally, you managed to open the door. Stumbling inside, you barely made it to the fridge to put away the milk. Shit, the meat. Heading back to the hall, half bent over in a vain attempt to avoid aggravating your burning crotch. Darrick was standing in the doorway, a look of concern fighting lust on his face. Not that you saw that for long as your half-bent over position put you right at his bulging groin. Your mouth parted in desire at the sight. The scent wafted to your nose. If it weren’t for Darrick catching your shoulder and holding you back, you would have desperately rubbed your face against the bludge.

“Control yourself, Darrick,” he growled to himself, pushing you back inside the apartment while bringing your groceries in and shutting the door. “You’re not a pup anymore.”

“Noooo,” you whined as he forced you to sit on the couch and stepped away to put the meat on the counter. As you watched him, your hand grabbed your breast through your shirt, massaging it. “You have to leave. If you stay, I’ll end up begging you to fuck me.”

As desperately horny as you had become, the admission did not embarrass you one bit. Darrick breathed out slowly, trying to control himself. “Where is your phone? I will call your mate. He shouldn’t be leaving you alone during your heat.”

“Mate,” you questioned. That word alone resonated with you. Yes, you wanted to mate. Fucked raw like an animal.

“Or husband, whatever term humans use. Whoever is the irresponsible wolf that has marked you with his scent so thoroughly and left you alone to deal with your heat.”

“I don’t know any other werewolves, Darrick,” you told him. The term heat was finally jogging your memory. “You’re the only one I’ve ever met. And humans don’t have a heat. I think whatever is happening has to do with the study I’m participating in. Some cream to enhance my body or something. They said arousal could be a side effect, but I didn’t think like this…”

Your hand wandered down to your pants. It slipped inside as you stroked yourself, trying to cool the ache there. Darrick stood stock still, completely focused on you, as your fingers stroked wildly. “You smell so good, Darrick. Please, you gotta leave before I jump you. Or else fuck me. I’ve dreamt about you bending me over my bed so many--”

Like a dam breaking, Darrick rushed over. His tall, fur-covered body bent over the couch, trapping you on it. “One last time,” he growled, barely able to restrain himself. “For clarity. The scent on you is this cream? Another werewolf has not mated you? And you want me to mate with you?”

You answered each question as he asked him. “Yes…No…Please, yes, fuck me, please!”

Without a spoken response, Darrick scooped you up in his arms. He carried you into your bedroom and dumped you on the bed. His chest heaved as took in deep, steadying breaths as though he was trying not to pounce on you immediately. Even as he did, his hands roamed over your shirt as he roughly tugged it off you. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle right now,” you told him, kicking off your shoes and hurriedly undoing your jeans. “I want you to fuck me with your fat cock until I’m satisfied.”

A primal growl of want escaped his throat. In two short movements, he removed your bra, his claws slicing it off, and tossed it away. Your skin was flushed with desire, nipples already hard with want. Darrick’s large paws covered your breasts, massaging them as he pushed you down against the bed. His long, hot tongue met your neck as he licked you ravenously. Every so often, you felt his pointed teeth scrape across your skin.

You moaned his name. Thrusting your hips upwards, you both tried to finish removing your jeans and gain friction on your needy hole. You managed the first one, but as your hands went to your dripping core, you found a better target. Darrick’s bulge strained against his pants. With deft fingers, you undid his pants and were just about to slip your hand inside his underwear to free him completely when he grabbed your hands. Pulling them above your head, he pinned you down, causing you to whine with displeasure.

“I need to mask that other scent first,” he growled. “Don’t want to smell another wolf. I need to cover you with my scent before I claim you.”

As desperate as you were to be fucked, his words touched a primal part of you, and now nothing sounded better than being marked by him. Inside and outside. Completely and utterly claimed. You wanted any creature who met you to know who you were mated to. That you were his .

Darrick’s muzzle slid down your neck to your chest. With one hand still pining your hands down, the other pressed between your legs. His rough fingers began to stroke, giving you both relief and teasing you as he avoided where you wanted him - his cock - the most. Sharp teeth delicately held your breast as he drew it into his mouth, his tongue lapping across your sensitive nipple. The thick pad of his thumb rubbed against your clit, the claws of his hand pressing into the flesh of your butt. 

A needy whimper escaped your throat. With the little space he left you between the bed and his hand, you lifted your hips invitingly.  “Please.”

“By Seluna, I need you,” he swore, pulling back. His nose twitched, the scent of your lust overriding any further complaints he might have had about the scent of the cream. You tried to follow him, pull him back down but his burning golden eyes pinned you in place.

Eyes hazy with lust, you watched him pull off his shirt. In his rush, his dangerous claws and sheer strength tore it off. Grabbing his already undone pants, he finally stood completely nude. Your eyes honed in on the long, red, throbbing cock between his legs. The tapered head glistened with precum in the sunlight peeking through your shades. Your core clenched with want.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his words barely recognizable through the thick growl of want in his voice. Without hesitation, you turned around. Settling in the center of the bed, you were on your hands and knees, the aching desire between your legs presented to him.

A long moment passed where all you heard was the huff and puff of his breathing behind you. Then, a cold, wet nose pressed itself against your lower lips. You moaned. Darrick’s broad tongue lapped at the swollen flesh. Panting moans left you as the pleasure built. You were so close. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside of you.

With a cry of pleasure, you came on his tongue. It wiggled inside of you as your body clenched around it. Finally, he withdrew, his muzzle covered in your juices. “Good mate,” he praised. “So, fertile and willing.”

He shook his head, barely returning to his senses enough to add, “You should take some night tea after, 'cause I’m gonna breed you now.”

“Yes,” you panted with joy. The orgasm took the edge off, but you needed more. Being bred sounded like the best thing in the world. Filled with his thick creamy cum.

Your bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on, positioning himself behind you. You felt the heat radiating off his turgid cock even before its heavy weight rested upon your hips. 

“Inside,” you pleaded, rocking your hips. His hands gripped your hips, claws digging in ever so slightly. 

“Spread,” he told you, and even in your current state, you could tell from his tone he was barely restraining himself. Eagerly, you obeyed, spreading your knees further apart. Darrick kept a firm grip on your hips as you did, forcing you to lower yourself onto your forearms. Now, you were fully presenting your dripping hole to him.

You felt the magnetic heat of his cock as he lined it up. As his thick length pressed inside, you whined with pleasure. “Yeesssss.”

The prick of his claws was barely enough to keep you from orgasming with just the tip of his cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he slid inside. You tried to press yourself back on him to take in more, but his strong grasp on your hips stopped you. “You’re gonna make me...” 

“Please, Darrick, breed me!”

With that plea, he snapped. Pulling back until just the tip was left, he slammed his hips forward. You screamed in pleasure. Unleashed, Darrick pounded into you wildly. Spurred on by the hormones of your heat, he rutted into you with only one thing on his mind: breeding his mate.

With each wild thrust, you could feel your body accepting more of him. His cock filled you up each time your inner walls stretched to take in more. You were moaning and panting with ecstasy. You weren’t even sure if you were orgasming, but the pleasure was overwhelming your mind. You could think of little else but his cock inside of you.

Releasing your hips, Darrick bent over your back. His large hands resting on either side of your head, holding your hands in place. The weight of him pinning you beneath him with no hope of escape - not that you wanted to. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin of your neck and ear. The growl of his voice reverberated across your whole body. “I’m gonna knot you. Ruin you for human men. You want that, don’t you?”

You gave a whine of pleasure-drunk consent, unable to form words.

With a powerful thrust, you felt him hilt within you. His pointed cock pressed against your womb. Then you felt it. As the glands of his cock expanded, he stretched you. Thicker than anything that had been inside of you before. Yet, the pain of the stretching only added to your pleasure. Your nails dug into your sheets. It was too much. You were so close to breaking. You were…you were…

Your body exploded with ecstasy, juices gushing over his cock. Low, long moans, almost like howls, issued from your throat as you threw your head back. Your inner walls clenched powerfully around his knot, locking it within you.

Then it came. What your body was craving. Darrick threw his head back in a true howl as his thick hot cum filled your womb, searing its claim inside of you. His cum spurred your orgasm to even greater heights. Your eyes rolled back in your head, tongue lolling out, inner walls still clenching around him, drawing in every last ounce of cream. There was so much cum, you thought it would never end. You never wanted it to end. Yet, eventually, your bodies were spent.

Darrick’s knot still firmly resting inside of you, he rolled you both on your sides. His arms were around you, cradling you as you came down from the ecstatic high. His long, wet tongue tiredly but comfortingly lapped at your shoulder and neck.

While you still felt aroused, being filled with his cum and having a knot in you satisfied your primal urge to breed for now. After a few minutes, your mind started to return. What the fuck did you just do? What the fuck happened to you?

“Are you alright,” Darrick asked before you could voice your own concerns.

“Yes…I’m just confused…that’s never happened before. What is that cream doing to me?”

Darrick’s grip tightened around in comfort. “I think I know…there is this story the Elders tell. The first werewolves were created before the Division when our worlds were one. They were humans; warriors granted power by the spirits of nature to temporarily wield the spirit of the wolf to defend their homes. After the Division, the wolf's spirit was permanently bound to us. But we needed mates; most werewolves then were men, and the few that were women could not keep our populations going. So, the moon goddess Seluna took pity on us and let us transform others through sharing our essence…at first, all it required was for us to bite a human, but the sudden merging of wolf and human spirits drove many insane. Therefore, Seluna’s wife, Noctune, goddess of the night, took inspiration from her wife’s slow transformations each month. Sharing our essence would slowly introduce people - our mates or others we deemed worthy - to the wolf spirit so their humanity could adjust before it was made permanent. This also gave humans a chance to change their minds.”

“That’s a lovely story. So, you’re saying this cream is introducing me to werewolf essence? Wait, what is werewolf essence?”

Darrick chuckled a bit nervously. “Blood, saliva, and…” He gently thrust his hips, indicating his cum.

“Wait, so they’ve been covering me in werewolf - I hope - saliva? And that’s been changing my body?” You reeled at this new information. “Wait, so this is actually a heat?”

“Yeah. Usually, the exposure would be done by your mate, and you’d know what was going to happen, and they would help you through it.”

You were silent for a moment. “So, does this make us mates?”

Darrick chuckled nervously again. “We have mated, sure, and you’re going to need help getting through your heat. So, we can do it again. But, I mean, after, we don’t need to be…I mean  I think you’re pretty great. I was really disappointed when I thought you’d been claimed and I…”

“I wouldn’t mind trying to date after you finish helping me through this,” you told him, cutting off his adorable ramble. “If you want.”

There were several loud thumps from behind him as his tail wagged happily, hitting the bed. “I would like that.”

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

The werewolf lore by @deadbranch has been living rent free in my head for a time, and this ended killing me further, so... I'm so sorry (I'm not lol)

Disclaimer: Yes, it's Ghost. Yes, it's my OC but because some people get stupid about OCs I haven't described her, so you can imagine whatever. People that knows, knows

Also, sorry for all the lore inaccuracies. This came to me last night at 3am so it's kinda messed up and unedited.

Music and smoke surrounded him as he descended the stairs to the club, ten minutes before the party started, his bulky body moving easily through the crowd because most of them had the good sense to open way for him.

The ‘hunters’ were gathered in front of the ‘coat checkers’, waiting for them to offer the boxes where they would be able to choose a prey’s item. A mix of pheromones and anxiety filled his nostrils, wafting from the people around him. Nervous whelps, experienced predators, all of them waiting for the game to start.

He pushed to the front, to where the box with the item that interested him was. The box where the prey had chosen males to pursue them. One whelp tried to protest when he got to the front of the line, but an icy stare made the idiot cower and decide against crossing the imponent male.

Turning around, he looked at the clock to check that he still had a couple of minutes, and then looked down at the open box, trying to locate the item he was looking for.

She always left the same item. He wanted to believe it was for him.

The first time, he had been at the party by chance. Soap and Gaz talked him into going, telling him that he needed to relax, unwind, on some other shit. He had stopped listening after the first five minutes of their nagging. But somehow, he found himself going along with it, begrudgingly following them to a big house on the outskirts, and staring down at a box just like the one he had in front of him.

He didn’t care about male or female. But when he saw the delicate lace of a red bra, with a small phoenix charm dangling between the cups, his cock stirred in his pants even before he opened the sealed bag and sniffed it.

He found her in record time, leaning against a counter while chatting with other girls, and when he stepped inside that room and she looked in his direction, he was done for. And for her scent, she was too.

The first time they didn’t exchange a single word, they just went hand in hand to one of the rooms upstairs, locked the door and fucked desperately as if the world would end if their bodies came apart even for a second. Forehead against forehead as he rutted into her slow but hard, his massive body caging hers against the mattress and feeling her fingers tangled in his hair, and her eyes on his the whole time.

The second time he waited outside of the venue hours before the predators were allowed to go in, just to see the prey arrive and check if she was there. And she was. Somehow she knew he was there in the shadows, watching, and her pretty face had relaxed on a smile when their eyes met, and he knew he was screwed.

That second time he had pushed his way to the front of the line, much to Soap and Gaz’s amusement, and rummaged inside until he found what he was looking for. The bra with the little phoenix charm. She used the same garment, so he would recognize it.

Or he wanted to believe that.

That time, she was waiting for him in the stairs, next to a closet room, and her smile greeted him as he practically ran upstairs like a stupid eager whelp, until his hands reached her waist and he swept her up. Her giggle made his cock harden in his jeans, her legs wrapping around his waist while the skirt of the pretty black dress she was wearing slid up to her hips.

That time, they kissed throughout the whole act, locked inside the closet room, holding her in his arms so he could make love to her against the wall. Love, not hopeless rutting.

Tongues tangled until they hurt, his big hands scooping her arse, her legs around him and her hands cupping his jaw while they kissed as if they had been kissing for a thousand years.

This time, he already had a hotel booked. For the whole weekend.

When the coat checker gave him the go ahead, he rummaged in the box until he found what he was looking for, stepping aside to open the bag in a hurry.

The red lace with the phoenix charm.

This time, maybe they’d even exchange names and numbers.

[cry-ptidd]

And thank YOU for sharing your amazing art with us! Also speaking of Hans! Does Laura also have the ability to transform into a big like spooky spirit wolf thingy like him? Like what he did during the fight with Seras

She can! Though she uses is more scarcely. I also headcanon that werewolves can transform two ways: ghostly and physically.

Ghostly is how Hans does it against Seras; big spooky spirit stuff. It takes a lot of practice but also saves the user from pain. Physically is how Laura does it. Bones and muscles and organs expand; it takes no experience but is also quite painful.

The spirit form can be used to dodge and block attacks due to its incorporeality; however, Laura just tanks any attacks made at her 99% of the time. I wanted to emphasize the difference between her and Hans. Hans uses modern/"human" techniques of fighting and his powers to the most effective way, while Laura is extremely beastly and animalistic; her fighting style isn't martial arts, it's tearing stuff up and tanking anything thrown at her because she's used to the sting.

[skullchicken]

fun fact: when a werewolf bites a wolf, it becomes a wolfwolf, a creature that turns half wolf and half wolf every full moon.

[belmontbookshelf]

Werewolf weakness:

Silver bullets or silver in general

A loved one calling them by their name

Wolfsbane

Vampiric magic

Vampire weakness:

The sun

Wooden stakes

Garlic

Silver (in general)

Holy water, or holy items in general

Complex geometric patterns that move- you've gotta wave it around. A vampire will not be effected by a still polygon. The only exception to this is crosses. Their vision reacts regardless.

Running water

Incense (via Vampire Hunter D)

Being separated from the dirt/ground in which they died on, if applicable (via Dracula)

Roses. Place atop a vampire's coffin to prettymuch lock them in there.

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Werewolves are driven by emotion. Usually anger. They're going to get along with creatures also driven by emotion, like ghosts. When a werewolf transforms, any and all storage of their given emotion surfaces intensely and drives most of their decision making. Said emotion is also going to be extremely touchy; if the werewolf is driven by anger and you successfully calm them down, they'll be easily riled up again.

Vampires are driven by hunger and instinct. They're going to get along with creatures also driven by hunger, like zombies. When a vampire feeds, or is hungry, they're going to be hissy, clawing, and bitey with considerable brainfog. Many vampires, especially the newly turned or "vegetarian", are going to have little to no self control when they feed and are the most likely to kill you. Older vampires with a steady diet are more likely to know when to stop, even if in instinct mode.

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Werewolves are more easily cured than killed. To cure a werewolf, consult a spell or potion resource and avoid putting pressure on your werewolf's bite/scratch wound.

Vampires always have a chance of coming back regardless of their method of execution unless the head is separated and the mouth is stuffed with garlic. The best method is cross, stake, decapitate.

[animasola86]

or: how I see werewolves and how I made them fit into the universe A Night to Remember is set in

Bear, the werewolf featured in A Knot to Remember and A Hug to Remember, comes from a long line of shapeshifters, allowing him to turn into a large black bear, a big wolf or a fox (if he's feeling playful) on his own will.

He was cursed with lycanthropy by a shaman.

He can't control turning into a werewolf, which happens only one week a month (from three days before to three days after a full moon) and only during the active hours of the moon (between moonrise and moonset*).

(*While writing my A Night to Remember series, I did not properly research when the moon rises and sets in late October, so you'll find that the moon is actually present during the night which isn't possible as it set around 5pm on Halloween (if I look at the 2024 data), but as a reminder: I write fantasy stories and I didn't know any better, and I might do the same mistake again because it'll fit the plot better. So, uh, yeah.)

He learned to control his urges over the years/decades (age is undisclosed, but he's older than you think).

He used to be a ravenous beast, unable to control himself, but managed to find and ground himself with meditation and herbs/teas/drugs?

He can't turn others into werewolves, as it's part of his curse, forcing him to live alone.

(The curse came from an angry shaman. His family used to take care of a large piece of land. When others came, they built a house on their grounds, forcing them to either leave or work for them. They settled for the role of groundskeeper, but some of his tribe were against it. The shaman cursed the house to slip in and out of existence, trapping the inhabitants inside, and his family to turn into monsters (werewolves) to further keep people away from the land.)

He can still make someone his mate, marking them, and other supernatural beings (e.g. vampires) will know that particular human is taken.

(By the way, the vampires living in the cemetery near the house were also cursed. They used to belong to the house but weren't inside when the curse hit, so they turned into the bloodsuckers the shaman thought they were.)

Bear is the last of his kind and is very focused on producing heirs (though it's not clear if he's even fertile, the curse may have taken that away as well – only one way to find out, right?)

Disclaimer: I don't claim to be an expert in folklore or history or geography (or even moon phases apparently), I basically know nothing and I do not mean to offend anyone's beliefs or customs or traditions. I just take snippets from all the things I've heard and read and seen, and build them into my own little Frankenstein's monster-esque lore. Just as I see fit. You may see things differently, and that's completely fine. But I am the author of these little stories and this is how my brain works. And I hope this list helped you understand it a little better. Thank you for giving me your time!

See below for some visuals!

Bear's werewolf form:

large, tall, muscular, dark/black fur/skin, humanoid body except for wolfish hind legs and long bushy tail, feet and hands are paws/paw-like with long black claws, wolf head, black eyes (when horny), yellow eyes (when on the hunt/normal)

Bear's human form:

tall, muscular, short curly black hair, brown eyes, full beard, tan skin (no picture necessary, just imagine him as you like with those details)

Bear's bear form:

large black bear with light brown snout and black eyes

Bear's other forms:

black wolf: black fur with patches of gray and brown, yellow eyes

gray fox:

(Images found all through Google. The werewolf ones are probably AI generated...)

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

hullo friend, do you have any wolfstar fanfic recommendations for remus going through the lunar cycle? something like hurt/comfort but not only, just him dealing with all the things that come from being a wolfy

oh boy do I ever! I'm wiggeling in my seat because of this question

(disclaimer, I've been kinda busy the last few weeks so I might come back to this ask later with some more recs lol)

The 39 Steps by gilbertsdoor

Remus hated having to lie, but he could see no other way around it. Closing in on Sirius, he gripped him by the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up towards his throat. ‘Alright then. You’re alone in the muggle countryside, wandless, in the dark. You’re manacled to an evil, murderous werewolf, a known killer who doesn’t hold an ounce of pity for your pathetic human life. If that’s what you would rather believe, then by all means,’ he hissed, ‘be my guest.’

One minute Remus is between jobs, isolated, and thoroughly disenfranchised with life, the next he is on the run for murder, being a werewolf-at-large, and for knowing far, far too much.

One minute Sirius Black is a bored auror in training, the next he is caught up with Remus in a mess of secrets and dark magic.

Their lives intertwine, but how long can they keep running from the Death Eaters, and how long can they keep running from themselves?

Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf by thewholeofthemoon I live and breathe for this series!) it's very much focused on lycanthropy especially the latest work wich is still a wip but so so so good!

Scent of the Moon by Quietlemonhush this is a little different but very much lycanthropy focused even if it's not always the source of the hurt

Not content to only disown the wayward heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Walburga calls in back up. Bellatrix has all those new friends with their good ideals and their sharp, sharp teeth.

Sirius Black returns to Hogwarts with a bite in his side and a fever he can't shake.

they also have some more smutty wolfstar fics wich feature the lunar cycle if that's more what you are looking for

Dunes and Waters by MarigoldWritesThings ( @marigold-hills ) this is probably the fic most focused on lunar cycles and just the magic theory behind lycanthropy and I also just can't reccomend it enough

Remus is sensitive to changing tides, a part of the moon always with him, and Black is like the sea. He can smell it on him, the way his magic builds up and crackles about the fingertips.

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A werewolf, a convict, and a riddle.

The W in Weasley stands for Werewolf by gonzoclock this one is mostly here for fun werewolf lore I'm not gonna lie

When a werewolf comes out of nowhere and attacks nineteen-year old Arthur Weasley, he thinks his life is over before it's even really begun. He's wrong, of course, and now all of forty years later the Weasley family is thriving, happy, and healthy- and every one of them is a werewolf.

Things are going really well for eleven-year old Ron... except for the part where he has to get through school without anyone finding out his family's secret while simultaneously keeping his new brother alive. Easy-peasy. Right?

(Pay no mind to the one-eyed beast that seems to be lurking in the shadows- it's almost certainly nothing to worry about.)

Features the entire Weasley family adopting Harry Potter practically the second they lay eyes on him (or before that, even); Ron Weasley finding himself being altogether far too nice too slimy gits who don't deserve it; Percy Weasley doing his best; Harry deciding that being enemies with this Malfoy kid is too much work actually; Hermione Granger being as smart and ruthless as ever; Severus Snape who did not, and I repeat, did NOT sign up for ANY of this; and much, much more

By Moonlight by Eiiri this one, as well is mostly here for the werewolf angst, not nessecarily between wolfstar

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.

but definitely check out these authors! <3

sorry for bad grammar it's late

[maple-crusader]

You know me (You don't) but I'm overthinking about fictional lore as usual with a friend, and if werewolf transformation occur Under the moonlight Exclusively, It might mean this

It's actually a range of sunlight, most likely small but very precise, assuming the lycanthrope triggers under *Every* Full moon no matter what, the range would be small, but relatively big enough that every morning and night, the Lycanthropy would start for more or less 30 seconds to one minute, More hair/Fur, getting bigger/larger, fangs beginning to grow, Overall becoming much more Beast-like, we could assume that it takes more or less 30 minutes to change back (Assuming the transformation is quick but it takes time to de-transform back) But really that can be up to your head-canons.

And so, This could be recreated in a lab to force transformation, This could be triggered on very cloudy days/during rains and storms, maybe it could even be triggered by a spotlight with the proper strength of sunlight required. This could explain why other crescent moons are not triggering it, in this version where the moonlights *Needs* to hit them directly (Or through transparent materials too we'll assume), They could also be safe from transforming by staying inside in a room where none of the sunlight can reach

In worse scenarios, Maybe you can aim a spotlight on a part of the person affected, and only where the spotlight goes the transformation occurs, most likely torturing them from the pain of the transformation occurring around other parts which are not transforming

Thank you for coming to my Lycan-Talk

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Werewolf Puppies

when werewolf pups are born, they're separated from humans. They're constantly in canine form and not entirely aware of their own strength.

But they have older pups (and well trained/prepared humans) to show them how to be gentle.

If they have a human parent, they usually meet them at about two or three. They do the tippy taps and lick their snouts in excitment, whole bodies and tails wriggling as they see their parent. But they know to be gentle, so they might be a little nervous to approach. So they step away and look from afar until beckoned.

And because theyre so big and strong, even at such a young age, they knock humans to the ground in a rain of kisses and play bites.

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Trans Day of Visibility

Today, on Trans Day of Visibility, the Department of Monster Affairs would like to celebrate by discussing some of the ways that monster species culturally view gender, sex, and human transness.

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Merfolk may typically be viewed as mermaids and mermen by humans, but the reality is far more complicated. Merfolk typically start their lives unsexed, and only upon reaching sexual maturity do their sex characteristics show. However, like some fish species, these sex characteristics are based on the community's needs. If more mating males are needed, Merfolk will develop male sex characteristics to reach the ideal 3:7 ratio. If there are no children mature enough, and more of one sex is needed, adults will transform into a different sex - though sometimes secondary sex characteristics remain. Most Merfolk have been both male and female at some point during their lives.

With this sex flexibility, Merfolk do not emphasize what humans would consider gender, in fact, they may have an agender society. Some Merfolk prefer certain sex forms and will seek out hormonal treatments or communities where they can have their preferred form. One of the most important aspects of Merfolk society is living as yourself. With this, most Merfolk find themselves relating to transgender and non-binary humans who they view as being exemplary of Mer culture.

Minotaurs are a monster species with two sex categories: bulls and bova. Being a bull or bova is determined by the primary sex characteristic of genitalia - children with a phallus are considered bulls. Minotaur culture is matriarchal, with most bulls relegated to patrolling bull herds to protect the main herd, and only bulls taken as mates are allowed with the main herd. This leads to many minotaur bulls leaving their herds and finding another herd or non-minotaur women to mate with, thus why most humans associate Minotaurs with bulls.

Regarding the Minotaur's views on transness, despite the rather strict treatment of bulls and bova, there is a magic ritual in Minotaur culture that physically transforms Minotaurs into the other sex. Minotaurs view human transness as the same as their magically transformed kin but are extremely surprised at the fact that human treatments leave the trans person unable to procreate, given the cultural emphasis on breeding for Minotaurs. Minotaurs can have a hard time understanding non-binary humans as such is not recognized in Minotaur culture. Still, they accept that humans have a different culture and respect these differences.

Orcs are a unique species where their gender roles exist completely detached from sex. While it was initially thought that Orcs have two genders - warriors and non-warriors - they have five gender categories: Warriors, Mages, Crafters, Healers, and Caretakers. What could be considered gender in Orc society is solely based on your primary social role. Children are raised to learn about these roles and are encouraged to learn skills in all of them. Upon reaching adulthood, Orcs then choose what their role is going to be. Most Orcs become warriors, and then some transition to other roles later in their lives, so most other gender roles are filled by Orc-kin.

It is not uncommon for Orcs to be born outside of binary sex. Quite a few Orcs with a phallus develop breasts, some are born with a phallus and a vagina, and some are born without primary sex characteristics. In the strength-based Orc society, it is viewed as a strength to transform one's body. It is seen as impossible for an Orc to be strong if one's mind and body do not match. Multiple rituals are used to help trans-Orcs transform their bodies - a combination of surgery and magic - to their will. Orcs applaud trans-humans for undergoing their own rituals to strengthen this mind-body connection, and some humans have been known to seek out Orcs to help with their transitions.

Werewolf society has traditionally kept a very strict gender binary for centuries. Trans-werewolves certainly existed, but they were cast out as lone wolves just as other wolves who broke the social norms of the pack. This led many trans-werewolves to form their own packs with other werewolves or species. This means a strong trans-history is found among werewolves, similar to that found in Western human societies. Since the opening of the Rift, the two communities have found fellowship and have undergone a cultural exchange.

However, a social revolution is ongoing in werewolf society due to the larger cultural exchange between the modern human world and the world beyond the Rift. Many young wolves push back against their elders in many areas regarding sex, gender, sexuality, and marriage/mating norms. Packs are increasingly keeping Queer werewolves with them and searching out magic to help their transgender kin transform. Many werewolves who cross the Rift are younger wolves looking to break away from their traditions, but they still can have cultural hang-ups on certain issues. Most are very willing to address these hang-ups and learn to be better.

Thank you for learning about these monsters. Monster species are numerous, and we cannot address all of them in this celebratory post. If you have questions about the monsters in your area, please contact the Department of Monster Affairs through our social media, and our representatives will respond as quickly as possible.

I don't think I ever made this clear, but my asks are open! I am going to try to reply "roleplaying" as a representative for DoMA for general questions, but if you ask about the specific monster lovers from my stories or meta-questions, you'll get an author response. I can't do story requests atm, but I can do short scenarios (though turnaround time may be slower than a question).

Find my stories in my Masterlist

[vixenzorra]

Vampire lore galore for our world! What species exist in the Veiled World, and how does it work?

https://theveiledworldcom.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=121&action=edit

[cry-ptidd]

Can we get some specifics on Laura’s lycanthropy strain? Does she have the ability to control her transformations or is it a full moon thing?

I headcanon that werewolves in Hellsing don't need the full moon to transform (we've seen Hans do it) but it acts like a power boost for them (like waterbenders in Avatar).

Laura has a lot of experience with her transformations and has mastered it completely, being able to even choose the size of her wolf forms. Her smallest form is still taller than a tall human, whereas her true wolf form is easily over 12 feet tall.

I would add a strain that when in her wolf form, her mind becomes more beastly and she feels more hungry, thus more reckless and aggressive. The pain of the transformation would depend if the lycanthrope in question used the spectral approach like we've seen Hans do in the anime, or if they transform directly from their physical body (which Laura prefers to do out of habit). The latter is more painful to the user, due to the shifting of bones and muscle. Laura doesn't mind that, since she has a very high pain tolerance and can withstand the transformations without much difficulty.

[youmaycallmenora]

Twilight is such bs.

Vampires and werewolves have a historically symbiotic relationship. Back in the days where being cursed with vampirism or lycanthropy was a crime they would help each other to survive.

Most vampire covens lived on the outskirts of towns and owned a decent bit of land (some of the most famous even had castles or manors which is where we get our “Dracula”s). Werewolf packs would live on the vampires land and hunt there. In return they would work for the vampires.

This was mutually beneficial.

Vampires needed hire people to keep things running and ensure that nothings seemed suspicious to mortals. Hiring werewolves meant that they didn’t need to hide their true nature.

In return werewolves got a place to live as a pack that they didn’t need to worry about finding out about what they did once a month. They got paid, a place to live, and a place to hunt.

There is even some evidence that werewolves would sometimes willingly let vampires feed on them.