american cheetah


my little caveat about my smut-filled chapters

Chapters with smut have a ***


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The College Years

Freshman Year (Chapters 1-20)

Sophomore Year (Chapters 21-?)

The Mistake


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The Recruit

The Barn (Chapters 1 - 24)

The Ghost Mission (Chapters 25 - 35)


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The Summer Fling


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The First Time (In London)


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The Blackouts

Josephine Baker was a famous African American dancer, singer, and actress born in 1906 St. Louis, Missouri. Sadly she was not appreciated in the US, so she went to Paris in the 1920s, where her amazing talent, charm, and charisma were such a smashing success that she became a movie star there. Oh, and she had a pet cheetah named Chiquita, who often escaped the stage to terrorize the musicians.

Even more badass - during WWII, she served as a spy to the French military intelligence, collecting info about German troop locations at all the fancy parties she went to. She pinned those notes, written in invisible ink on her sheet music, inside her underwear. How cool is that.

She also contributed to the Civil Rights movement, and refused to perform for segregated audiences during her tours in the US.

The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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meroomoe  asked:

Do you know what type of prehistoric feline the characters are in the named series? Sorry if you answered already! :0 I’ve noticed that they are very similar to a cougar

they’re a fictional species called Dinaelurus illumina sapiens which is based off the actual species Dinaelurus crassus, of which there is only 1 known fossil (which i can’t find a pic of rip). They’re nimravids, aka false-sabertooths. All nimravids have low slinking bodies and short legs. 

I can’t find a picture of Dinaelurus Crassus, but I can find one of Nimravus which is a close relative (rip the quality) 

However the way the author describes them make them sound much larger and bulkier, with the ability to “crush skulls” and some have sabers (which Dinaelurus didn’t). The author’s description more resembles Miracinonyx (the American Cheetah) than Dinaelurus. Dinaelurus also wouldn’t have been able to hunt such large prey like the herdbeasts, while Miracinonyx was known to hunt Pronghorns (which are very similar to Three-horns) 


The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 4) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Silly Lilly’s”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Summary: Dylan shows up to go paddleboarding and then opens up more and becomes more comfortable with you.

Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five

Originally posted by dylnsobrien

It was 9:50, and Dylan had gotten to Silly Lilly’s, a boat, fishing gear and water equipment rental shop in Center Moriches, earlier than you. Jay, one of the owners of the shop, had been outside smoking his morning cigarette when Dylan pulled up in Julia’s car. He recognized Dylan from Deepwater Horizon and the new red band trailer of American Assassin that he had been shown by his partner earlier that week. He had struck up a conversation with Dylan and offered him a smoke, which Dylan happily accepted as he was nervous about whether or not this was a date and he needed to calm down.

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The Recruit (Chapter 8) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 52″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Slow burn, some touchin’, kissing cursing maybe?, PTSD and sexual assault flashbacks, guns… no actual violence though I don’t think.

Author’s Note: I loved being able to write the reader as a badass without Mitch’s help. Like, you were already awesome without him, so imagine how incredibly awesome you make each other. crazy, I know.

y/f/i = your first initial, y/n/n = your nickname

Summary: Y/N struggles with Mitch’s absence from The Barn.

Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Originally posted by samann98

It had been three weeks since he pressed you up against his bedroom door and kissed you. You hadn’t seen him since.

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The Recruit (Chapter 17) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part I”

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT. IT’S A LOT OF FUCKING SMUT. like, blowjobs, light choking, vaginal sex, orgasms.. so much smut and cursing. IT’S SMUTAPALOOZA!

Author’s Note: yo… morning head is fun tho. im posting this for @mf-despair-queen who literally JUST begged me for Mitch smut. bless that fucking shirtless picture for making all of us collectively lose our shit. stay thirsty, my friends. 

Summary: Mitch gets a smut filled morning with Y/n.

Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen

Originally posted by alberto-rozende

You woke wrapped in nothing but his limbs and the bedsheets. You closed your eyes, tilted your head up towards the sun coming through the curtains, softly bit your bottom lip and sighed. You were so happy. You turned slowly and quietly, and looked at Mitch sleeping, gently pushing some of the hair from his eyes. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man you had ever actually seen in person, and his peaceful resting face made your heart skip beats. 

Mitch’s legs moved under the sheets and he rolled onto his back, turning his head away from you. You smirked. He wasn’t hard, but there was a small bulge that perked up under the thin white sheets on the bed. You rubbed your tongue along the bottom of your left canine and cracked a simple plot: you knew how you wanted to wake him up that morning.

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The Recruit - (The Barn Chapters) Masterlist


Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year and a half, but finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the CIA Director of the Counterterrorism. She sends him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained into becoming a covert assassin on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.

Originally posted by dylanobrienbr

The Ghost Mission……

The Agent and The Asset…..

The First Time (In London) - Dave Hodgman x Reader

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Dave Hodgman x Reader

Author’s Note: Being that @maddie110201 and @ninja-stiles are two of my favorite human beings and they are hosting a Dave Hodgman Week, I naturally had to participate. I haven’t actually seen the movie, but they’re my girls, you know? You do what you gotta do for your people. This is my attempt at Dave. I hope you all enjoy :)

Additional Note: I have said it once, I’ll say it a thousand times, I will never write any Dylan character as anything less than a rabid Mets fan. It’s just how it goes.

Warnings: I don’t know, don’t read it if you’re afraid of flying?

Originally posted by regina-georges

“Oh.. no.. please don’t put that there.. it’s closed.. for a reas….” You sighed as you stood up, leaning your head to the side as to not bash it on the low ceilings.

“Uh, umm.. but, uhhh…”

You sighed again, more exasperated than anything else. You could always easily spot someone who didn’t fly as often as you did. “Is it heavy?” You stared at his backpack in his hand.

“No.” He shook his head, a sweet ’puppy dog who had just gotten whacked over the nose with a newspaper’ look gracing his handsome face.

“Can I?” You held your hand out, barely touching one of the straps on his bag. He nodded and let go of it. You judged the weight and deemed it as not that heavy. You handed it back to him and sat back down in your seat. “Can you just close the compartment again after you put it up there?” He nodded and lifted the bag over his head. Please don’t let him sit next to me. I cannot be stuck on a plane with this idiot for twelve hours. Please, airline gods. I don’t ask for much, just don’t crash and kill me and don’t let him sit down next to me.

He sat down next to you, and you rolled your eyes at the airline gods, hoping that that was the only promise that they would break that day. You went to place your headphones back over your ears when you heard his voice again. “What?” You said, pulling your headphones around the back of your neck, annoyed.

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