#werewolves

[crow-thing]

Me when a character starts experiencing an agonizingly, Horrifically, painful transformation :

[ki11ustr4tions]

How yall feel bout werewolves

[pseudospectre]

What kind of horror is prev?

A terrible transformation

Creepy dolls/cursed artifacts

Dark family secrets

The hack n' slash special

The creature feature

Found footage

Vampires! (I vant to suck your...blood)

Zombies (they're coming to get you, Barbara!)

Analog horror

Ghosts and Demons, oh my!

Survival horror

Carbon monoxide leak

Voting ended onOct 23, 2025

[internetwerewolf]

Untamed in a place you don’t belong

[candiedlung]

Pins by roboticbats on Etsy

[whor3ing]

huge size kink with jacob and it shows. bella seeing jake w/ his imprint and his hand cups the back of her head easily

anon baby!!! you read my whole mind !!

────    ꒲ nsfw size kink drabble w jacob . . .  ❜ ﹗

his hand’s at the back of your head again, fingers spread wide, cradling you like you’re something breakable—but his hips are anything but gentle.

he’s massive—every part of him. his hand alone spans the whole base of your skull, thumb brushing your jaw, pinky near your spine, like your head fits in his palm by design.

you’re already shaking. already breathless from how deep he is.

and still, he pushes in slow, like he’s trying to savor the way you stretch around him, split open on something way too big to take all at once—but god, you do.

❝fuck, baby, look at you,❞ he groans, voice thick with awe, palm firm behind your head like a brace. ❝taking all of it. taking me.❞

and it’s true—jacob’s dick is huge, impossibly thick, the kind that makes your breath hitch just from the weight of it, the kind that makes you feel him for days. he fills every inch, presses against every spot like he was built just for you.

you cling to him, thighs trembling, nails biting into his shoulder as his hips grind up again—slow, deep, devastating.

somewhere nearby, someone shifts—a tent flap, maybe, or a twig cracking underfoot—and jacob grins, doesn’t even stop.

just cups your head tighter, shields you with his body, and says loud enough for anyone passing by, ❝she’s mine. this perfect little pussy, these sounds, every inch of her—mine.❞

and when your back arches, when your body clenches down tight around him, he laughs—low, smug, breathless.

❝yeah? that feel good, sweet thing? no one fucks you like I do. no one fills you like this.❞

you can’t even speak. can’t think. all you can do is hold onto him while he fucks you slow and deep, one hand on your hip, the other cradling your head like you’re precious even while he ruins you.

and then, soft—so soft, just for you, lips brushing your temple—

❝you’re made for me, baby. you fit perfect.❞

[ratwednesday]

FEAST, GLADLY / MOON STEALER / WARM BLOODED

i hold werewolves as both a symbol of transformation and of self-actualization; they are the other, and the beast, and they are us. this art was created for october’s print club; it was also created for me (and for you).