#werewolf sub

[velvet-howl]

Ever felt like you can’t seem to grasp how badly you miss the teasing, the kissing, the groping, nails dragging, neck sucking and biting like you are so fucking hungry for him. Being in the same room but unable to touch, smell or bite. I have been feeling this way for a week now and I just want him to devour me, but it is not the right time or place.

[her-knight-clover]

femme vampire with her pet butch werewolf bodyguard

it's not like the vampire *needs* a bodyguard. after all, she has sharp fangs and claws of her own, magic to charm and subdue her enemies. but she still has the werewolf follow her, a huge hulking shadow always two steps behind and ready to tackle anyone who even slightly suggests a threat to its charge. throwing an arm over her shoulder in a way that suggests possessiveness and dominance that the werewolf's size and physical presence compared to the vampire backs up.

one day, though, you catch them in a back hallway, alleyway, somewhere they aren't expecting to be seen, and the werewolf has been brought to its knees. the vampire has her knee around the werewolf's throat and one high-heel-clad foot pressed against its crotch, fangs buried deep in its shoulder. you don't understand, why would the vampire keep the werewolf around it it isn't fucking her? why would the powerful alpha wolf roll over for a vampire, one of its historic enemies?

you don't need to understand. the vampire drinks her fill and kisses the werewolf so tenderly, its blood still dripping from her mouth. the werewolf licks her clean, lapping its own blood from her pale, ice cold skin before it drips onto her dress.

two monsters so tenderly in love, with no desire to be understood by the world around them.

[ill-written-god]

G | 916 | m/m vampire/werewolf finally some monster on monster action | fantasy | drugged flirting, pre relationship, d/s dynamics hinted

It's embarrassing. What kind of respectable vampire chips his fucking fangs? He lies to himself that maybe no one will notice, that it's not that bad. But fangs were a vamp's most noticeable feature, they were their pride and any blemish was commented on by his so-called best friends constantly.

So he sucked it up and went to the only dentist in the state who specialized in monster teeth. 

The business was in no way illegal but also wasn’t regulated in any way, so he found himself under the ground level of some back alley building, greeted by a bulky half-orc and an ‘interspecies peace zone’ sign. 

Inside there is a fairly insane-looking guy with thick glasses, scribbling something down. In front of him, sitting sideways on the dentist chair, is a werewolf, holding his cheek. His nose moves and he turns towards him, instantly twisting his face into a scowl. 

It quickly drops, the wolf letting out a pained whimper instead. 

“Awww, somebody got a cavity?” he cooed meanly. The wolf glared.

“Ah, Mr. Lee. Haven’t you chipped your fang opening a wine bottle?”

If there was any blood in him, he would go pink with embarrassment. 

“What about doctor confidentiality?!” he asks, while the wolf snickers. 

“There’s none,” the dentist shrugs. “I work on the fringes of law, so I make my own rules. One of them being my patients acting civil to each other. Respect that or find another doctor.”

He doesn’t answer, he just sits down on a vacant chair and waits for the two to finish their transaction. After the wolf pays though, he doesn’t leave. He sits down next to him, while the dentist motions him to take his place. 

“Is he gonna watch?”

“Yep. Gotta wait for the anaesthesia to wear down.”

“But-!” he cuts himself off under the doctor’s murderous gaze. He should have gone to medical school himself. To be a vampire and be overpowered by a medical professional. Unthinkable. 

He lets the mortal put his fingers in his mouth while a werewolf watches. The most mortifying time of his life.

The doctor hums as he studies his fangs. 

“I’ll give you a temporary filling but after taking a cast of your teeth. Until we fix your teeth with proper acrylic, no biting because the filling isn’t strong enough for that. It should be ready in a couple of days though, so no worries.”

The vampire hums an affirmative, mouth still full of dental tools.

After that, even more weird stuff gets placed there, like some artificially smelling pink cream, used for the cast. After that, a piece of clay to form the missing tip of his fang. 

He pays a lot, but he can afford it, and it’s worth not listening to his friends laugh anymore.

“Do you remember what to do?”

“No biting, brush gently, be back in two days.”

“Great. Now please take Mr. Blum on your way out, I’m closing up.”

“What?!” his head whips to the chair in the corner, where the werewolf is still sitting.

“He told me he reacts badly to anaesthesia but I didn’t expect it to be this bad,” the man explains with a shrug. “Just call him a taxi or something,” he waves his hand dismissively.

Lee gapes. But the doctor doesn’t seem to give him any attention, and the half-orc enters the room, giving him the stink-eye, so he grabs the werewolve’s elbow and drags him outside.

“Okay, Mr. Blum, where do you live?” he asks, straightening him up since he’s a bit wobbly on his legs. He looks around to see the nearest place to grab a taxi, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he looks down. A pair of puppy dog eyes is looking up at him, big and sparkly. The waning moon is reflected in them.

Dumbass probably was too drained after the full moon to fight the chemical haze.

“Dude?” 

The werewolf sighs.

“You vampires are so pretty…” 

For a second he’s so taken aback he’s frozen speechless. Then, he scoffs. 

“Okay, if you don’t tell me where you live, I’m just going to drop you here.”

The wolf seems to be deciphering his words for a very long time, and he’s about to drop him here and there, when he finally gets an answer, along with a giggle.

“16 Mirkwood Lane,” he says, slurring just a bit. “Will you come in?” 

The question was bad, but the eyebrow waggle was too much. He drops the werewolf on the pavement, letting him wobble against the nearest lamp pole.

He makes only a couple steps away when the night is pierced by a howl.

“Shit, fuck, fuck, shit!” he hurries back to the werewolf, covering his mouth with his hands. “Shut up!”

“Give me your number.”

He blinks.

“What?”

The werewolf inhales again.

“Fine, fine!” he hurries to cover his mouth again. “Whatever, just, shut up!”

He whips out his business card (of course he has one, he’s cultured) and hands it to the werewolf. “Here. Now, you’re gonna get in the cab, I’ll see you walk into your house, and you can call me when you sober up, no sooner,” he instructs, dragging him forward and waving to a taxi driver who stopped for a smoke.

“Yes, sir.” 

The voice is smaller than before, and when he looks down the puppy eyes are even bigger, shinier. Guess he let his dominant side out too much.

This is what he gets for drinking alcohol. 

[velvet-howl]

When he looks at me longingly, his teeth resting on his bottom lip as he snarls knowing that it makes me want him more, I deny him the first time just so he will yearn for me more before he devours me.

[velvet-howl]

When he says that my pussy is his, my ass his his my mouth is his and my pleasure is his it make me aware that I am and will always be his. He is my Alpha, my mate and my partner for the rest of eternity. I will never want for anyone but him.

[velvet-howl]

Nothing makes it better than laying in your freshly made nest with your Alpha curled around you, the feeling of his skin warm against me as he begins to breath heavy in my throat, leaving kisses and bite marks on my back. I live for him and now I can love him for the rest of my life.

[velvet-howl]

The full moon still holds me, I can’t seem to stop wanting to have my alpha inside me, filling me, breeding me until I can carry his pups. It really is a pleasant and pleasurable feeling to have is hands on my neck, leaving me wanting more.

[velvet-howl]

I hate being so needy, but when ever I see him smile or feel his warmth I get lost in his eyes, he make it hard not to want him every way possible.

Even worse is the next full moon is so far away and I want to make up our nest, I want the darkness and safety of everything the full moon’s on brings us.