#werewolf4werewolf

[puppybeing]

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[pt: werewolf4werewolf]

a x4x term for werewolves who prefer to be in relationships with or are attracted to other werewolves, whether exclusively or not !

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[harmonic-intervention]

Wolf in sheep's clothing on the prowl

And every now and then, Buck would feel something in his blood. He was so in tune with his instincts that he always knew how to interpret them, but it still came to him as a surprise when he noticed the way he was affected by Tommy Kinard.

There was something more there, Buck was sure of it, but he couldn’t really put it into words.

- where Buck, a packless werewolf, meets Tommy who will not leave his head for a reason Buck can't wait to figure out.

A long, long time ago, I mentioned my werewolf4werewolf lone wolf AU. This is it. It has porn in it. And feelings. It's also canon divergence from 7x03.

Got another prompt fill for @btmonsterfuckermonday done, maybe I'll manage to get the others out some time, too.

Prompts used/filled: Werewolves & Werecreatures, Fangs, Claws, Fur, Heightened senses, Forests, Turned & Changed, Monster/Monster

Word count: 17,433 - smut, monsterfucking, getting together, werewolf4werewolf, top!buck, bottom!tommy

[read on ao3]

Excerpt:

Sometimes, this desire got to him. Mostly on the full moons when he was most in touch with his instincts. He liked to go into the woods to run those nights, meet other groups of wolves – other lone ones like him, or packs that decided on a moon run. It was one of the only things that allowed Buck to work that burning longing out of him.

It felt good, but sometimes, Buck got too far into himself and forgot to shift back. One time, he ran all the way to Orange County, walking around looking lost and confused, and then they had called animal control on him. Fortunately, Eddie had been looking for him already and had come just before they could take a snapping and growling Buck to a shelter.

After that, there was a chance that whenever Buck went for a run, one of his friends was out there with him. After Buck got hit by lightning, he had made use to of the privilege of weres to make sure he rarely worked full moon nights and the day after. These days, at least one of the others was off with him. They let him run and do his thing, but they were there to bring him back if he drifted too far, and they wouldn’t let him leave their sights too much.

Still, it was a sweet deal. He was still missing something. And at this point, there was a small part of Buck that feared he would always be missing something.

And every now and then, Buck would feel something in his blood. He was so in tune with his instincts that he always knew how to interpret them, but it still came to him as a surprise when he noticed the way he was affected by Tommy Kinard.

He was an old friend of Chim and Hen’s and a former member of the 118. He was professional, a skilled pilot, and a bit off his rocker. He flew them into a hurricane and got them out of there alive. He was really cool, Buck thought, and he wondered if there was some way to stay in contact with him after everything was said and done. His instincts were telling him to get closer, and so was the rest of him.

It had taken a couple of weeks after the fact for Buck to grow the courage to get Tommy’s number from Chimney and reach out. He also started asking Hen and Chim and Bobby about him, and they told him a little of Tommy’s time at the 118. Then, Buck took to googling him and trying to find his social media. It looked like Tommy was painfully offline. He did have a Facebook and an Instagram account, but he rarely posted. Still, from the few meagre things Buck could find, he tried to understand.

But there was nothing that really stood out. Besides him being incredibly handsome and strong and he seemed so friendly and warm and smart. All of those were good traits and would pull Buck in any day, but none of it was enough to have something gnawing on his stomach with want and need. There was something more there, Buck was sure of it, but he couldn’t really put it into words.

[slashrrbat]

God I need someone to hold my lycan face in their hands/paws/claws/talons/whateverthefuck, pet my head, scratch my chin, hold my paw in theirs, give me a lil forehead kiss, and tell me what a good boy i've been

I'd simply just melt.. Platonic or romantic you choose 💔

[harmonic-intervention]

WIP Poll results

Poll is done, and the winner was the werewolf4werewolf fic! It was owed around 16 sentences, but honestly, I got bored and just wrote for all of my WIPs, so why the hell not, here they are.

werewolf4werewolf (16 sentences)

Buck finally reached out to Tommy after days of agonizing about what to say to him. He started light and easy, asking Tommy for a tour of Harbor station. Unfortunately, their day got cut short because Tommy had prior plans with Eddie, but Buck felt like rolling up in a happy ball anyway over the fact that Tommy had made time for him despite that.

They started texting after. At first, just a couple of little things. Buck had offered to take Tommy out for a beer, wanting to spend more time with him and figure out why everything inside of him felt such a need to stay close to him. They went out for drinks, and Buck still didn’t understand. And he normally understood himself so well, so he was sort of growing obsessed with it.

In the end, he figured it out entirely by accident.

It started like this: Tommy texted Buck, asking him whether he was willing to help Tommy out. And Buck really had to rein himself in to not text him, Anything, with a hundred exclamation points. Tommy needed help sorting out a couple of things. His house wasn’t huge, but he had a room upstairs he didn’t use for anything but storage, and he wanted to clean it out and maybe build a hobby room, or something along those lines.

Buck was eager to help. Any reason to hang out with Tommy. And there was deep excitement rumbling up in his chest like a satisfied growl at the thought of being invited into Tommy’s home.

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super sensitive tommy porn (12 sentences)

It wasn’t like it was a big deal. Buck knew that sometimes, people just weren’t into it. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it, because he loved it so much, and he wanted to give Tommy the same feeling back.

Tommy didn’t bottom. He hadn’t the whole time that they’d been together. And Buck had never questioned it, never thought to bring it up, because he loved it so much, so he’d always been eager to get fucked. But this was their second go, and he started wondering if he hadn’t considered Tommy enough. He’d never even asked him whether he wanted to switch it up. Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t want to see what Tommy looked like when he took a dick, but he’d be okay with it if Tommy didn’t want it.

They’d promised each other open communication, and so, Buck asked, one morning while they were sitting at the counter in Tommy’s kitchen, starting their shared days off.

“Hey, Tommy?” Buck asked.

“Hm?” Tommy hummed in reply, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup.

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non traditional omegaverse (11 sentences)

He didn’t wash the shirts he had from Tommy, he never did. He knew at one point, they would lose the last traces of Tommy’s scent, and then he’d wash them and give them back, hopefully to soon get new ones.

He vacuumed and dusted, and wiped down the countertops and the dining table. He cleaned the mirrors and windows, and made a list for what he needed to buy when he finally went out to do his grocery shopping. He tried to keep busy a bit, as to not think about what Tommy was up to, because that would send him back into imagining him in bed or maybe on the couch or the shower, jerking off, and it would keep Buck from doing anything but jerking off, himself.

He wanted Tommy so much. He wanted to be with him right then and there, help him take the edge off. Make him feel good, make him feel safe like Buck did during his heat. And he just wanted to share space with him, see him, hold him.

God, it had been so long since he’d felt like this about someone. Maybe he’d never quite felt like this ever before. He had to do something about it.

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Sentinel Buck AU (6 sentences)

The day that Buck went in for testing, he was a nervous wreck. He already woke up feeling jittery, and it not get better over the rest of the day. He had another bland breakfast, just like the days before, and the shower proved to be a challenge.

He zoned when he checked the temperature of the water, and needed Tommy to help him. But he also felt, for the first time, overwhelmed with everything Tommy. It had been a comfort the whole time and it still was, but in in the humid air of the shower, having so much glistening wet, naked skin in front of him and Tommy’s scent so close, Buck felt like he was going insane.

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Alien Tommy monsterfucking (4 sentences)

If he could, he would spend all his time down here, but he was needed, especially these days. With them nearing their destination, the others were on his case all the time. He needed to check and re-check the functionality of pretty much everything. The engine, the hull, the tech in the control room.

[oorevitcejda]

i wanna be a werewolf so i can paw at my snougt when it gets itchy and flawlessly do a playbow

[oorevitcejda]

[oorevitcejda]

gd im so fucking hot

[oorevitcejda]

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