werewolf mates

Imagine Derek catching Stiles with his hand in the cookie jar, grabbing a handful of cookies with even more in his mouth. Stiles freezes like an animal in headlights and Derek scolds him. Lacking an excuse, Stiles shouts, “I’m pregnant,” and runs off with the jar.

Any other day, Derek wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but taking into consideration a full moon has just passed and ‘conveniently’ was in time with Derek’s heat, Derek starts to worry that it might be true.

In classic Stiles form, it’s not; it was just the first response he had, but because he couldn’t think of anything better he has to put up with a very panicked Derek who’s worried he’s not going to be a good father, crying about how he wants kids but not so soon, etc. And soon those cookies disappear from Derek’s stress eating.

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Hi there, I just found your blog! I'm super excited to have a blog that recs recent fics, I have been finding it so hard to find any lately. So thank you! I saw your merman rec list and am super excited to read all these merman fic I didn't even know existed! Because there so many new fics you recommended that I didn't even know about, I was wondering if you would be up for doing a Werewolf Convention reclist? Of course only if you want to. Thanks so much for putting your time into this blog!:)

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We Have Potential by @dragon-temeraire (2/2 | 10,196 | Teen)

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Enjoyed this so much!: 

Espy Me, While I Watch You by ​frostedgoddess / @derrickhale (11/11 | 30,823 | Gen.)

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

Wonderful! Will leave you with awwws: 

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse / @mad-madam-m  (1/1 | 11,536 | Explicit)

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Sweet, sweet, sweet:

Logistics of Traveling with Werewolves by SylvieW / @sylvie-w (1/1 | 11357 | Mature)

The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It’s harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.


Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries / @dylanlovesthemets (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

Hottt!! 0_0: 

★Quick by LupusScintilla / @inkandblade (1/1 | 433 | Mature)

The sunlight held back by the blinds on the window was almost, but not quite, as bright as the evil glint in Stiles’ eye a few moments ago.



Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by @alocalband​ (1/1 | 3,009 | Mature)

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Short but so sweet and important!:

★taking the pain away by triggeringthehealing / @froggydarren (1/1 | 471 | Teen)

The obvious thought is the werewolf pain leeching power. That is what he’d expect to think of when someone asks about a touch that’s healing. But when the topic is brought up at the meeting of the packs – no, Stiles, you can’t call it a convention, this isn’t cosplay and fanboying – that’s not where Derek’s mind drifts.


★Indulgence by @inell (1/1 | 2,500 | Explicit) 

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Wonderful series!: 

★we crave a different kind by Marishna (1/1 | 2,128 | Teen)

“Right. Your boring, safe life. Sheltered here at the den where you never have to risk anything.” Derek was starting to get angry with the way Laura was talking about him, like he was some kind of shut-in who never saw the light of day but she kept talking. “I challenge you, Derek Hale. The conference is ending tomorrow and everyone will be leaving. I want you to go out tonight, to the bar around the corner I told you about. Have a drink, talk to some people.”

The Pride of a Pack Series: The Accused, Pt.1 - Always on the run

1,993 Words, Rated T: Brief mentions of torture and distress. Blood, injury and mild language.

Everything seemed to be playing at double speed. Wide-eyed and panic-stricken, you ran. Trees blurred as you sped past them, their branches relentlessly whipping the side of your face as if to snap you out of this nightmare-like reality.

The air wrapped around you, suffocating you until your lungs caught up to catch a breath. There was no time, the burning in your chest, making its way up your throat could not be dissuaded. Though your mouth was bone dry, your palms were wet, cold sharp sweat dripped off your brow. The exertion of running and jumping over the forest foliage was too much, far too much for your delicate body.

The deafening sound of angry men and feral dogs became relentless in your ears. The shadows of trees and the dull night sky could not shelter the light of their blazing torches. Fire, air, water & earth. All the elements worked against your bruised, beaten self.

Previous images of your hellish night tumbled through your mind: fire and blood, the smell of smoke and mist. Flashes of faces: people you once knew, they no longer knew you as the innocent young women you once were perceived to be.

Abruptly, your ankle gave way with a sickening crack. You cried out, horrifically. The yelp bouncing off the tree bark and hills of stone. Your eyes stung with tears but the slight sting was nothing compared to your now throbbing ankle.

Panicked and not entirely in control of your racing mind, you were forced to act upon instinct instead of reason. As the intense light from the townsmen’s torches neared, you scrambled on hand and foot, ineffectively caring for your injury, causing bursts of excruciating pain to spread. But you held onto what you predicted was your last reminiscence of life.

You saw thick dark blood marring your skin, you watched, faint-minded as a drop flowed slowly down your calf and fell, painting a blade of grass. What was once green and alive was now tainted and weighted with your blood. It had you nauseous, the threat of bile on your tongue was enough to numb your mind and let your body swing lifelessly to the ground.

Your eyes felt thick and sleepy, the rest of your body followed through. The only thing you could feel was the feeling of warm trickling blood flowing down through your fingers onto the earth’s bed, the coldness of the mossy forest floor made your body numb to anything else. The yells and curses died away in your ears despite the footsteps increasing in pace and nearing your exhausted frame. All that you could hear was white noise and the slowing down of your heart.

Vision blurring and old frozen tears sticking to your pale face, your world drained of colour until it all went black.

That was until you heard an ear-splitting howl coming from behind you and the jarred screams of humans being torn apart from their flesh.

Being sent straight to unconsciousness was a death sentence in itself. The pictures behind your eyelids warped into a landscape of twisted trees and jagged rocks. The sky was black when you looked up yet it melted into a bloody ooze of stark red. Looking behind you, the red of the tainted sky blended and blurred with bursts of flames: all of which were getting closer and closer. You thought you screamed but not a sound came out from your mouth. Instead, a vicious roar sounded from behind you, your head whipped around at the noise but there was nothingness, the world was black and white.

The first thing you felt was the throbbing of your head. Though your eyes were still closed, you inwardly winced as pain seeped through your entire body, rooting to your ankle. You darned move yet you wanted to know what you were lying on. It was soft, not entirely comfortable but it was much more bearable than sleeping on the ground of a prison cell for eight days.

Th sun’s light blared and your eyes attempted to adjust to the new setting.

Sun. Morning. You never thought you would wake to see another.

The nightmare and the events of last night flooded back into your mind and made you all the more shocked and confused as to where you were. Hastily, you sat up, limbs protesting at the movement but you had to see your surroundings. You shouldn’t be in what you could only describe as a room in a blockhouse and in what appeared to feel and look like a bed.

The air was musty and old, dust was dancing around the room and through the sunbeams. It was old and seemed almost unused. On the left side of the bed was a wooden box, small enough to uphold a lamp with a ripped crooked lamp shade exposing a smashed bulb. This place had to be unused.

Your eyes drifted to the wall opposite you on the bed. The wallpaper was old and dirty but what sent your heart rate shooting was the deep monstrous scratch marks covering most of the wall. As your eyes darted in panic, that was when you really woke up. How could you not see the chains and cuffs attached to the wall? Needles and serums were thrown all over the floor with red splatters covering the what before seemed like a light wooden floor.

This had to be a torture chamber. A place where people like you disappeared from the earth where the townsfolk didn’t know of. You had to get out. You could not go through more torture, more pain, more whips and knives being used on whatever skin of yours was smooth and untouched. You were getting out.

Though there was no sign of any living being in the room with you, there was only a door and a small, rectangle window. You must check whether the window could be unlocked. It seems like it could be big enough to fit through.

With a struggle, you manoeuvred your ankle off the thin-soiled sheet. Tears pooled in your eyes at the pain but your brows furrowed in confusion when you looked down to see your injured ankle wrapped up in a bandage. A fresh bandage at that. It still hurt like hell but it was significantly better than how it felt last night, you presumed it was last night unless you had been passed out for days. They wouldn’t have the decency to do that, would they? Being the people, they are? Why would they treat a prisoner’s wounds?

Your unnerved feelings had to be ignored for then, your priority was finding an escape. Holding onto the bars of the bed frame and the small wooden box, you made your way over to the window. It was placed nearly half a metre higher than you, this was going to be a struggle.

The window was in no way barred or looked tampered with but what kind of captures would keep a window unlocked when they were trying to keep someone in?

Though climbing seemed like the only option, it would be impossible with your height and your ankle unless you dragged something to climb on. Defeated, you looked to your right. The only door in the room was brown and worn. Like the wall, it had lingering scratches lining the frame and the centre of it. They couldn’t have been done by a human, could they? There was no way a human would have been able to do that kind of damage to something like that. It didn’t look like a weak, brittle wooden door. From the looks of it, it could have been three times the thickness of your wrist. Looking down at your bruised wrist, you look at how thin it has become. Okay, maybe four times the size of your wrist.

You hadn’t eaten in over a week. But you weren’t hungry. Your body said otherwise but your mind had to keep it together. You have dealt with hunger your entire life, you could live a few more days, but you had to get out of here.

Making up your mind, you hobbled towards the door. The closer you got, the more rapid your breathing got. It was no human that did this, it was an animal. Did they keep animals locked up here too? Did they lock up their victims and let a brainwashed beast tear them to pieces and finish them off? You shuddered at the thought.

Managing to make it to the door, you leant against it, keeping the weight off your ankle. Just until you could get your bearings. Then you knew, you had to run, even if the pain killed you. You had to try.

The door’s handle was almost falling off, the screws and bolts holding it to the door were growing weak and falling out. You counted the locks on the door, but it wasn’t one you had seen before. It looked as if it was made specifically to keep someone in. Or something in.

As if you were struck by lightning, the gears in your mind turned and clicked into place. The handle was in a bad state if you could toggle it enough: it could break, maybe even breaking the locks. You didn’t know how it would have worked but you had to try. They had to be connected somehow.

Wiping your hand against your blood-stained rags to rid of the sweat, you took a deep breath. You would have to use all your strength and all your might. You braced your hand on the door handle and counted to three.

1…2… your grip tightened around the handle…




Brows furrowing, you were confused. It was unlocked. What kind of captures kept the door unlocked? How could they be so careless when they were so malicious and threw you wrongfully into prison?

Your second reaction was excitement. You could be free. You could run, far, far away and start a new life. A fresh start.

Then reality hit you hard. This had to be a trap. There was no way it was this easy. Your ankle was a mess and you had no idea how you would be able to manage out there with such an injury, and it wasn’t the only issue you had. Hundreds of scars marred your body, creating mangled shapes and causing significant pain with just the smallest movement. But this, this couldn’t be it.

Do you run? Or do you wait?

You scoffed at your own thoughts. Wait for what? To be killed? Waiting for some bastard town’s keeper to come and realise he didn’t lock the door? But it’s okay for them because you didn’t move an inch.

After a few long painful moments, you had decided.

This was your last chance. You were not going to wait around to die.

Your new life started today.

You pulled hard, the door swung open.

The sunlight was warm against your face, you could smell the fresh air. You were right, still in the forest.

You didn’t hesitate to take your first step, your first step to freedom.

You were engulfed in your own silence, blissful and free. Then, you ran.

The forest floor was warm from the sun, it felt like stepping on a warm blanket. The grass providing softness. Your ankle screamed and burned, tears of pain and relief brimmed and fell from your eyes.

Looking behind you, the room was getting smaller and smaller. You tasted the freedom on your tongue.

Until you hit something hard and hot, knocking you down completely. You fell with a scream, your ankle throbbing and dread filling you.

As you tried to catch your breath, panting, you looked up seeing what had knocked you down. You only saw a pair of bare feet and then a deep but smooth voice fell upon your ears.

“Leaving so soon?”

Inevitable You by Red_City

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 22261

“I’m Derek’s mate,” Stiles gets out, breathing hard. There is silence in the room.

As he looks around, he realizes that everyone else knew.

Mated Pt6 // Werewolf Shawn

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Also…you have a boyfriend already. What happens when a werewolf is rejected by his mate?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You turn around as Shawn pulls his jeans off. You stare at the far wall, looking around aimlessly when you catch sight of Shawn in the reflection of the mirror on the back of your door. He’s standing there in his boxers that are clinging to everything, drying his hair with the towel. He looks up and sees you in the mirror and smiles big and lets out a chuckle.

“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shawn asks as he wraps the towel around his waist.

You turn around and go to your dresser. “I think I have some sweats and a hoodie maybe?”

“Perfect,” he says as you hand him a pair of your older brother’s black hand me down sweats that are too big for you and an oversize hoodie you had folded up on top of your dresser. It’s the only things you have that might fit his huge frame. You turn around as he puts them on in case he wanted to take his boxers off. “I’m sorry Liam was such an asshole in the end,” Shawn says softly.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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We Have Potential (Part 2)

Summary: Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Notes: A ‘fake dating-werewolf convention-bed sharing’ trope combination! Also an AU where nobody died and Derek leads the pack. This is the second longest thing I’ve ever written, whoo. This fic is now complete. (On AO3)

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They make good time, because it turns out that on back country roads, Derek is kind of a lead foot. He really puts the Camaro’s horsepower to good use.

“I figure we can check in, then find somewhere to eat dinner,” Derek says as they pull into the hotel parking lot. “Unless you filled up on snacks?”

“I can always eat more, regardless of how many snacks I’ve had,” Stiles says smugly. “Besides,” he adds, checking his watch, “it’s not exactly dinner time.” It’s only four-thirty, which is a little too early to eat for anyone under the age of seventy.

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Mated Pt 3 // Werewolf Shawn

Part 1 | Part 2 

(oops didn’t edit this sorry yall i’m too tired)

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Also…you have a boyfriend already. What happens when a werewolf is rejected by his mate?

The walk home was quiet. Leaves rustled around you, blowing in the breeze that cut through your thin jacket. It was all starting to hit you. So you turned twenty and now your life has been set on a path with Shawn’s because Myra saw it in a vision. How were you going to explain it to your parents? Your friends? Your boyfriend?

You pull your jacket tighter against you, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. It wasn’t fair that you didn’t get to choose who you married. It wasn’t fair that you would have to break up with your boyfriend. No. It wasn’t. So fuck it. Nobody can force you to date Shawn, to love him. Nobody can make you break up with your boyfriend. You huff, breath coming out in a little foggy cloud. The temperature is dropping and you still have several blocks to walk until you’re home.

You hear someone jogging toward you. Probably just someone out for some exercise. You step to the left so they can pass you but their steps slow down to a walk. Glancing back, you see Shawn just behind you, casually walking maybe twenty steps back. His hands are in the pocket of his hoodie he must have put on after you left Myra’s house.

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Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks

3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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Hey guys

So I thought I should share with y'all my new findings.

You all know classic werewolf fics, with alpha mates and the rebellious MC. Little did you know, there is a whole new level to werewolf stories. I present to you:

Multiple mate stories. Yes, there are people who believe that a girl having multiple mates is a decent plot.

What was that? You think this is bad too? Just wait.

Three mates, because two wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.

Hmmmmmm. I wonder what this one is about.

If having four guys be perfect for you isn’t enough, why not five? I mean, based on the cover it seems like a very diverse bunch.

And I have bleeding eyes!!!!!! Do you think they’re excited about it?

I couldn’t find one with seven, so I guess we must simply settle with having eight fucking soul mates my god. THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE MEN ON THE COVER. (In the book it is mentioned that the men on the cover are all the girl’s mates) Look at what a diverse group she has to date from, I mean, one is in shorts and one even has a hat on guys.

If those were all a little too much, here;s a much classier one for those who prefer the fancy font and beach sunset backgrounds. Nothing strange about this one folks, at least, nothing that’s strange anymore.


There was nothing in between, so lets jump straight to







wait, wait, wait.

First off, if you’ve read this far, I just have to say,


Now, let me show my favorite finding.

Not just 100 mates, one hundred and fucking one. She has 101 mates and they all are destined to be with her. This isn’t one where she picks one to be with. No. SHE IS SIMULTANEOUSLY DATING ONE HUNDRED AND ONE MEN.

Thanks for reading,

and I am so sorry you read this

-Mod Nev

His || Jungkook || 0.20

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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My Series:

Summer Heat (Complete)

Mated // Werewolf Shawn (Complete)

Sound of your Heart (on a hiatus)

Sugar, I’m Going Down // BadBoy!Shawn (Complete)

Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn Soulmate AU (In Progress)

Crave // Werewolf!Shawn (In Progress) (hiatus)

Fireproof // Supernatural Half Blood AU

The Mirage Heist // Thief!Shawn AU


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