#werewolf pack

[flowerbetweenfangs]

A Lesson In Discipline

Warnings: Breeding/Mating/Use of Pheromones

When you had brought the jars of pheromones, there was a bit of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. After all, plenty had taken advantage of the werewolf pack moving into your city. While the identities of the members were a secret, they were always skulking about on the full moon, picking their mate for the night.

Those who were chosen said it was the best sex of their life, raw and primal. Bowlegged walks and the scent that clung to them gave credence to their claim. And for the remaining cycle of the moon, they would have good fortune and preferential treatment as the packmember’s mate.

You dabbed a drop behind your ears. While your nose couldn’t pick anything up, you hadn’t expected it to. Hopefully, you hadn’t been duped with just plain water.

The next day while out, you caught a few people looking at you with hunger. Glazed over eyes, lips parted slightly as drool seeps out just enough to moisten lips, some stand up taller, muscles taut as they look ready to pounce on you, a slight rumble in chests and throats as they look you over, nostrils flaring as they drink in your scent.

Even when you washed behind your ears in the public bathroom at university, you could see the few who let their gazes linger just a little longer. The glimmer of hunger was there, but restraint had returned. It figured college students would be a prime pick for the pack.

During your latest lecture, a few stragglers seemed to paying more attention to you than the professor. Tight fists gripped pens and pencils hard enough to snap, fingers pounded on keyboards despite the owners not taking their eyes off you. The overwhelming scent of musk quickly filled the air as condensation formed on the large windows facing the courtyard.

When the bell rang, a sense of relief washed over you when the professor clapped his hands together.

“Class dismissed!” His normally monotone voice boomed through the classroom. The lookers slumped and slunk out. If they had tails, they would be between their legs.

“Except for you.” The professor pointed right at you.

As you walked closer, you noticed his nails seemed to be a little longer than usual. Or maybe they had always been that way? He leaned on his desk, but still towered over you.

“What were you thinking?” He hissed. His canines were slightly elongated, the rest of his teeth tapered. “Wearing something so potent?”

“Sir?” You asked. You swallowed hard, a quiver in your stomach.

“There are less disciplined wolves out in the city.” His nails scraped against the top of the desk, small shavings curling under the tips. “If you wander off campus, then you’ll be putting a target on your back.”

“I tried to scrub it off.” You confessed, not even trying to feign ignorance or innocence. “I thought that—”

“Less disciplined wolves wouldn’t give you a warning.” He growled, his muscles audibly straining as he gripped the desk tighter. Even as he spoke, there was a shift in his pants’ fabric as his erection grew. “Fortunately for you… I’m far more restrained.”

“Thank you for the warning.” You managed to stutter out, although you could feel the desire starting to fan to life inside you. He was an older man, but remarkably handsome, silver hair and a beard, with caramel colored eyes that looked almost amber. His dress clothes were tight against his body. Strong, and big. Both wide and tall.

Your face burned, and you hoped he didn’t see it. Actually, a small part hoped he did.

“You’re in no danger as long as you remain on campus.” He assured you, finally letting go of the desk and closing the distance between you. The scent of his cologne was strong. No, not cologne… Musk.

“We deal with unruly pack members diligently.”

The windows seemed to fog up more when he leaned down to your neck. Warm breath rolled over your neck as he panted, taking in your scent.

“That includes mates.”

(Part 02 is here!)

[werewolfaday]

request for dhole! (it won't be the last i draw butch4butch/t4t weres and many variations but loved having an excuse for today teeehee <3)

day 120

[ansimlorockz]

THE WILDFANGS 🐺

in my save that I’ve been playing on and off for two years… it’s been hectic. Vladislaus Straud had sent his vampire minions into Moonwood to finally finish off the werewolves. Rory Oaklow on the other hand had different plans as she was the one to end his life, heart in hand – before the battle arose, she passed down her pack to Lou Howell, knowing that she was on borrowed time. Mother Demetriou had come to avenge her lover Vlad, leaving Rory as just a legend spoke about for years to come. Four years later, here we are. Lou revamping the Wildfangs but keeping it the way Rory would like it. Let me introduce to you, the new Wildfangs: Lou Howell, Alpha; Thalia Apland, Beta & the Omegas, Danika Pack, Tristan Howell (husband to Lou), Kiril & Bianca Barov!

Thalia isn’t mine! She’s a gift from @gnomewife ! 🌙

[militantwere]

I wish it was more normalized to want to be in the physical space of anyone who isn't your partner.

I want to rub my face against my friends, and playfully bite at them because I love them.

I want to be a pile of fur and love and compassion with the people I consider my packmates outside of our body.

I want to press my nose into their necks to let them know I'm here.

I want to be under their skin. I want to smell like them.

I want to keep them safe. I want to make sure they're well loved, and well fed, and well tended to.

Bursting at the seams.

[theres-a-body-here]

MoonSeer!Reader x Werewolves Part 1

Every werewolf pack has a human Magic user who can commune with the Moon.

Living with the Palehide pack definitely has you on your toes

They seemed to have gained a vast amount of enemy packs throughout the years

As a result, you're constantly in your Chambers, checking for visions and signs of incoming danger

It doesn't help that the pack kinda sees you as a comfort figure

Normally that would be fine, but they really depend on you

They come to you for the smallest boo-boos and want you to kiss it better

I mean, of course you do it, but you have work to do dammit

Especially the Alpha, Devon, who seems to have developed a crush on you

You've resorted to making shit up to stop him from bothering you

[werewolf-pack-system]

It's weird being in a system. I'm just sitting here and I happen across something written in Korean and I can actually read it because others have been working on learning it. It's just... weird. To have never personally studied anything about a language and yet be able to read it and understand stuff and it's just...

It's a good thing, don't get me wrong. Just odd

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Twenty-Four Hours to Live

@wolfstarmicrofic May 19, word count 977

CW- Blood, Open Wounds, Threats to life

“Get your affairs in order because this time tomorrow, cub, my boys will be coming for you. And you won’t be leaving wherever it is we track you down to.” Fenrir had hissed at him as he clutched the wound in his stomach, blood slowly dripping onto the gravel beneath their feet. 

Remus had stood straight backed, a look of defiance on his face. He disapparated, leaving the bleeding wolf behind. 

Fenrir had been after him for years. He’d wanted him to join his pack at one point, but now he wanted him dead and Remus had just given him the excuse he needed to send his pack after him, not that Fenrir needed an excuse. 

Remus had no doubt that the pack would catch up with him if he tried to run. There was no hiding from Fenrir’s savage wolves. He was going to face them head on and take as many with them as he could. 

He stared at Sirius, sleeping soundly in their bed. He stopped thinking about the future, concentrating on the now and leaving Sirius with a few good memories of him. They’d be clashing lately and Remus didn’t want to leave it like that. 

He walked around to his side of the bed and got in. He stroked a finger over Sirius’s cheek with a feather light touch. His boyfriend shuffled under the covers. He did it again, this time trailing his finger along his jaw. Sirius’s eyes snapped open, his pupils growing large and very round at the seductive look on Remus’s face. They spent the next few hours tangled amongst the bedsheets. Sirius never asked what had brought it on. 

Remus woke early, Sirius still sleeping, his body draped across Remus’s. He placed a sweet kiss amongst Sirius’s curls and carefully removed himself from their tangled limbs. He fancied having his favourite breakfast. A full Scottish breakfast with all the trimmings. He was just plating up when Sirius emerged from their bedroom, the smell of the cooking meats too enticing.

They sat in comfortable silence at the kitchen table, the only sounds were the moans that slipped from their lips as they devoured their food. 

“Can we go to the bookshop today? Remus asked Sirius as he took his plate from him and dumped them in the sink. He wanted to do all his favourite things one last time. 

“If you want,” Sirius replied, looking at him with a strange expression. “We could go look in the music shop next door after as well,” Sirius added. Remus nodded in agreement. 

“Perfect,” He said. “I’ll hop in the shower, and then we can go.” He smiled as he headed towards the bathroom. He leaned his head backwards as he passed the door frame. “Wanna join me?”

By the time they got out of the house it was past noon. Remus rushed Sirius through the busy streets, wanting to have as much time amongst the books he loved before he ran out of time. 

It smelled just the same as always in the muggle bookshop he frequented. Binding glue and fresh unread pages. He wanted to read them all. He ran his hands over a few tomes and pulled a promising one off the shelf. It was short. He thumbed through the pages. He could probably read it by this evening. He put it back on its shelf. He wanted to spend as much time with Sirius and his friends, and hiding his face in a book wouldn’t let that happen. 

“Can we go see Lily and James after we go next door?” He asked as he picked up another book. 

“Okay,” Sirius replied, his eyes narrowed as he carefully watched Remus. 

They didn’t stay long in the bookshop and spent even less time in the music shop. Sirius bought a couple of new vinyls and that was it. They walked towards an alley and apparated to the Potter's house. Remus grinned at the familiar path to the front door, lined with a rainbow of flowers. 

James greeted them, enveloping Sirius in a bone-crushing hug. He was gentler with Remus, but still squeezed hard. 

They followed him inside to find Lily waiting for them in the sitting room with a tray full of tea and other goodies. 

It was the best day Remus could remember having in a long time. He felt he’d spent his last hours well. The only thing he regretted was leaving Sirius alone.  

The time neared when the pack would arrive. He made his excuses to Sirius, James and Lily, pretending he wanted to go for a walk. He apparated to a meadow and waited. 

The pack didn’t take long to arrive. There were more than Remus had anticipated; at least thirty. He raised his wand, ready to fight. 

“Don’t think that silly stick will help you, Lupin. You know what’s about to happen. Don’t struggle and we’ll make it quick. You harm any of my pack, and I’ll personally make sure your death is dragged out over days.” Daniel, Fenrir’s second in command sneered at him. Remus cast a slicing charm, the same one he’d used on Fenrir when he’d cornered him last night and watched the wolf drop to his knees, gasping. “Get him!” Daniel roared, and the remaining wolves surged forward. 

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!” Sirius, James, Lily, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas and the Prewett twins apparated beside him, making the pack pause. All had their wands raised. 

“How did you know?” Remus croaked out, grateful that Sirius had come to his rescue. 

“You left the bookshop without buying a single book.” Sirius said simply. “So I put a tracking spell on you,” 

Together they made quick work of the pack. 

“I’ve got you, Moony. Always have, always will.” Sirius said boldly, wrapping his arms around him and taking him home.

[carnivorousyandeere]

I can just imagine you somewhat viciously shaking him while you have him scruffed like "this?" *Shakes* "this is your man?" *Shakes*

This is what I was imagining but yes, Ace deserves to get shaken 😂💀

[darkcrowprincess]

What people think I mean when I say I love found family: they fit into the stereotypical nuclear family. Where this person is the dad. And these people are siblings. And this person is the mom and they are sitcom.

Why I actually love found family: a bunch of lost and broken people find other people like them(and some of them are not even related to each other at all or none of them are) and connect. They feel safe with each other. Like these are my people. It's like how Dom from fast and furious talks about his "family". But main part is no one has to be related to each other to see each other as family. No one is designated the dad or mom, or this and this "role". Heck you can even ship some people in the "family" together with each other. It's a pack, a team. The ultimate friend group. But at the end of the day they are family!

[i-am-trans-gwender]

I think it's funny when the way to kill a monster is like "You can kill a werewolf by shooting them with a silver bullet". No shit! Most people die when they get hit by a silver bullet.

[hedwig394]

The First Meet

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall

"You lost your inhaler, Scott?" I scoff as I trudge along the woods with him and Stiles.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I should never have come here." He muttered.

"Damn right, you shouldn't have!" Sarah said and rounded on Stiles, "Investigating murder is your father's job, Stiles. Not yours."

"Relax Sarah, just because we didn't take you doesn't mean you have to be so sour about it," Stiles says casually. I shake my head in dismay.

"Just find the damn inhaler and let's get out of here," I mutter, crunching dry leaves beneath my feet and looking amongst them for Scott's inhaler.

"I don't know what's happening to me, CeeCee," Scott says softly, and I look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can smell your perfume from 20 feet away from you, and I can hear you and Stiles from 100 feet away." He explains.

I pause in my tracks and look at him. "What?"

"I swear I'm not lying. I can smell the bubblegum wrap in Stiles's pocket right now." He says. Stiles scoops it out of his pocket and throws it away.

"It was gross." Scott says and Stiles replies, "It was definitely gross."

"Since when has this been happening?" I ask. "Just this morning." Scott says, "There's a new girl in our school right now, and she was talking to someone outside the classroom, and I could hear what they were saying while sitting inside the classroom." He explains.

"Are you hallucinating, Scotty?" I ask worriedly. Dad leaving us had taken a toll on all three of us, and I don't want to see Scott trapped again in that vicious cycle.

"I'm not hallucinating." He sighs. Stiles chimes in, "I know what that means."

"What does that mean?" I ask him.

"He's caught an infection," Stiles says, "A particularly bad one. Only once a month will it trouble him though." Scott doesn't seem to understand but I do. I try my best to not laugh.

Stiles howls and Scott hits him on the arm. "Shut up dude."

After walking for a while, Scott stops both of us and says, "Wait, this is where I had seen the body."

"Well, there isn't any body over here right now," I say.

"The killer must've moved it!" Stiles says. "Well, I hope they didn't take my inhaler. That was for 80 dollars." Scott sighs.

Before I can reply, we hear a voice. "What are you doing here?"

I spin around and come face to face with the handsome Derek Hale. I had been in school with him, but he only hung out with the popular and sporty kids. Since I was neither, I doubt whether he knows I existed or not.

"This is private property." He says, glaring at us. I pass him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, we're just looking for an inhaler. My brother lost it here somewhere-"

"Here." He throws it at us, not letting me complete my sentence. I have the urge to grab the nearest stone and throw it at him, but I control myself. This is private property after all. Guess Derek didn't grow out of being a jerk, after all.

I don't thank him and look at Scott, who has caught the inhaler. "C'mon Scotty, Stiles, let's go."

"Thank you, for that," Scott says to Derek awkwardly and we start to walk away, I don't spare him a second glance.

"That was Derek Hale, right?" Stiles asks. I nod. "His family was burned alive in the Hale house fire. Stroke of luck that he survived." He says.

"I went to high school with him," I say, looking back but he's gone. "He was a jerk back then, nice to see that he hasn't grown out of that stage."

"Sarah on fire!" Stiles exclaims and laughs.

I tell them that I have the hospital to get to, and we bid each other goodbye. As I unlock the door to my car, I feel someone's presence behind me and I spin around and lose my balance.

Instead of plummeting facefirst to the ground, two strong arms stop me from falling and I find myself encased in Derek Hale's arms. He draws me to his chest and says, "Be careful, Sarah."

I push him and stand two steps away from him. "What are you doing here?" I don't take the liberty to be gentle. He needs to know that having a tragic past doesn't give him a free pass to treat other people like crap.

"You dropped something back there." He says casually and draws out my golden bracelet from his pocket. It wasn't made of gold, just plated by it. It had been Mom's gift to me. I cursed myself for losing it. "I came here to return it." He says, breaking my self-cursing chain of thoughts.

"Well, thank you for that," I say and extend my arm to take it from him. My hand brushes his slightly and he gently holds my wrist and ties the bracelet around it.

I pull my hand back, trying to forget the lingering effect his touch left on me. "Thank you." I clear my throat.

"No problem," He shrugs, "Be careful, Sarah." I look at my car and when I look back, he's gone. He has super speed or what?

I try not to think about him, but I can't help but think about how his fingers had felt on my wrist. And how would his lips feel if they were at the place of his fingers?

[curiousmons]

Low key want a werewolf partner so I can also be a part of their pack. Like having all the friends who have your back even when they aren't around. Being teased about reeking of them after fucking all night, or jokes about being kept over their werewolf pack member if we ever broke up because they love me too

[ansimlorockz]

Moonwood Mill.

[goldenwolfen]

It's the last Werewolf Wednesday before Halloween! This pack is enjoying their delicious treat on All Hallows Eve. How are you celebrating?

"Interrupted" Acrylic on illustration board. Circa 2005.

Prints available here!

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Could you do an Ezra x reader of how they met and how that relationship may have started?

new meetings

how you and ezra meet :)) gn reader

warnings/tags- minor mentions of anxiety, packs, love confessions, nothing much

word count- 1275

Ezra never liked parties. The noise, the crowd, the endless stream of overlapping voices—it all grated against his senses. For a werewolf with heightened hearing and a penchant for solitude, it was akin to torture. But his cousin, Brienne, had begged him to come. She said it would do him good to get out, to meet people, to stop isolating himself.

“Come on, Ezra,” she’d said with that big, disarming smile of hers. “You’ve got to live a little. Who knows? You might even have fun.”

Fun wasn’t exactly what Ezra had in mind when he found himself awkwardly clutching a plastic cup of soda in the corner of Brienne's backyard. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, and a bonfire crackled in the middle of the yard, casting dancing shadows over the small crowd of partygoers. Music thumped in the background, mingling with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Ezra felt like an intruder, a ghost drifting through a space that wasn’t meant for him.

He was just about to slip away unnoticed when he heard a voice—soft but clear, cutting through the noise like a lifeline.

“Hey, do you mind if I join you? You look like you could use some company.”

Ezra turned, his heart lurching unexpectedly. You stood there, a friendly smile on your face, holding your own drink. You weren’t like the others at the party, who seemed to be competing for who could be the loudest or most attention-grabbing. There was something grounded about you, something... safe.

“Oh, uh, sure,” he mumbled, stepping aside to make room on the bench he’d been occupying alone.

You sat down, your presence warm and unassuming. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out comfortably. Ezra braced himself for the usual barrage of questions that came whenever someone tried to make small talk with him. Instead, you just sipped your drink and looked out at the bonfire, your expression thoughtful.

“Not really your scene either, huh?” you said after a while, your tone light but understanding.

Ezra glanced at you, surprised. “What makes you say that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve got the same look I do when I’m at these things. Like you’re counting down the minutes until it’s socially acceptable to leave.”

He let out a soft, startled laugh. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Your smile widened, and for the first time that evening, Ezra felt a flicker of ease. You weren’t trying to push him into a conversation he wasn’t ready for. You were just... there, sharing the moment without demanding anything from him.

“I’m [Y/N], by the way,” you said, extending a hand.

“Ezra,” he replied, shaking your hand briefly. Your touch was warm, and it lingered in his mind long after you pulled away.

That night marked the beginning of something unexpected. You didn’t push Ezra to open up, didn’t flood him with questions or try to coax him out of his shell. Instead, you seemed content to let things unfold naturally, at his pace. You’d find him at future gatherings—always on the outskirts, always looking like he’d rather be anywhere else—and strike up quiet conversations about anything and everything. Slowly, he started to look forward to those moments.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Ezra realized he’d begun seeking you out, too.

You were sitting on a park bench, reading a book, when he saw you next. He hesitated at first, unsure if he should disturb you. But before he could talk himself out of it, you looked up and spotted him. Your face lit up with that warm, welcoming smile he was starting to associate with you, and you waved him over.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you said as he approached.

“Yeah, uh, I was just... walking,” Ezra replied, feeling inexplicably nervous. “Didn’t expect to see anyone I know.”

“Well, you found me. Or I found you. Either way, want to sit?”

He nodded, taking a seat beside you. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, talking about mundane things—the weather, the book you were reading, the best places to get coffee in town. It was the kind of conversation that didn’t demand anything from him, and for that, he was grateful.

As the weeks turned into months, those moments became more frequent. Ezra found himself opening up to you in ways he never had with anyone else. You didn’t judge him for his quiet nature or his tendency to overthink. Instead, you seemed to appreciate him for exactly who he was.

The first time he brought you to the pack’s territory, Ezra was a bundle of nerves. He’d told you about his family, about the reservation where they all lived together, but introducing you to them was a whole different thing. Werewolves weren’t exactly common knowledge, and while you’d been nothing but accepting of him, he couldn’t shake the fear that you might find his world too strange, too overwhelming.

But as always, you surprised him.

“Wow,” you said as you looked around the sprawling forest that surrounded the pack’s homes. “This is beautiful. You grew up here?”

Ezra nodded, watching your reaction carefully. “Yeah. It’s... it’s home.”

You turned to him with a smile. “I can see why. It suits you.”

The tension in his chest eased a little at your words. He guided you through the territory, showing you the places that meant the most to him—the clearing where he used to stargaze as a pup, the river where he’d spent countless hours fishing and daydreaming. You listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and making him feel like his world wasn’t something to hide.

When you finally met his family, Ezra’s anxiety flared up again. The pack was boisterous and welcoming, but their energy was a stark contrast to his reserved nature. He worried they might overwhelm you, or worse, make you feel like an outsider. But you held your own, matching their warmth with your own quiet charm. By the end of the visit, even his toughest relatives were singing your praises.

“they're a keeper,” Brienne whispered to him as you chatted with one of the elders. “Don’t mess this up.”

Ezra could only nod, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and relief. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he was determined not to take you for granted.

The shift from friendship to something more was subtle, almost imperceptible at first. It was in the way Ezra’s heart raced whenever you were near, the way he found himself looking for excuses to see you, to hear your voice. It was in the way your touch lingered just a little longer, the way your smiles felt brighter when they were directed at him.

One evening, as the two of you sat on the porch of his cabin, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, Ezra found himself blurting out words he hadn’t planned to say.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to him, your eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, he panicked, thinking he’d ruined everything. But then you smiled, that soft, radiant smile that had become his anchor, and reached for his hand.

“I think I’ve been falling for you for a while now,” you admitted, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Relief and joy surged through him in equal measure, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Ezra felt like he belonged. Not just in the pack, not just in his world, but with you. And that was more than enough.

[werewolf-pack-system]

Guys, I get that the recent influx of anti-endos in the plural tags has been frustrating, but can we please back off on the comments about anti endos now? It’s so disheartening to be going through plural posts only to encounter a post discussing fakeclaiming or the anti-endo tags or whatever. When scrolling the plural tags, I want to see fun stories and talk about system structure and such. Not a post talking about how awful it is to see posts tagged with [insert aggressive anti endo tag]. I block those tags because even seeing the word used in the tag can sometimes be very painful and stir up our denial. Please let’s just go back to posting fun stuff