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In Heat - Alpha!Stiles Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Alpha!Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Liam Dunbar and my sons Mason and Corey.

Word Count: 4661

Notes: Man this is so filthy and it was so fun to write, I hope y'all really enjoy it. We got extreme sparking, marking, bring, cutting, scratching, bruising, oral (both receiving) and over-stimulation as well as masturbation (male) and finally teasing. Thank you so, so much to my best girl Steff, I don’t know what I’d do without her proofreading, editting and help on writing. (She’s even helping me write Kiss My Ass because I’m THAT useless!) so big shout out to my girl. I love you Steffy, Rick to my Rock. ❤️ @dumbass-stilinski 


Gif by @bonniebird and I’m still shook because damnnnnn 


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tfw you realize it’s canon that there’s no targaryen restoration and you’re waiting for the loud/obnoxious part of dany fans to realize they’ve been making themselves look like fools all this time

We Make the Kingdom - Pt. 9 (M)

Image by silverdagger865

Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut this chapter!
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
Previous parts1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7 ,  8, 9 (M), 1011, 12, 13


The room stills. Although the words themselves are ambiguous, Yongguk’s tone is not. You must have heard wrong. Yongguk cannot be regretting finally including you in the hunt.

           You set your mug on the floor and unfold your legs. He will get a chance to explain himself. Icily, you say, “I beg your pardon. What did you say?”

           “I was wrong,” Yongguk repeats.

           “Regarding what exactly?”

           “I was wrong to allow you on the hunt tonight.” Yongguk’s face is closed, his voice subdued. He straightens his shoulders, wincing at the pull on his chest. “We cannot afford to leave one of us behind with you anymore given the increase in vampires, but you will not hunt. You will stand watch with the horses.”

           You cannot believe what you are hearing. He cannot be dismissing all you’ve worked for these long months. Not when this has been what kept you alive.

           “Why?”

           “You are not ready. You were careless. How could you drop your sword and lose your stakes? That almost got you killed but what if next time one of the others gets hurt because of your mistake? Because their worry for your safety distracts them in a critical moment? It is better we know you are out of harm’s reach.”

           “Yongguk, that is not fair-” Junhong starts to protest, but Youngjae puts a hand on his chest to stop him as if keeping him from stepping between two giants.

           You are minutely grateful. You can fight your own battles.

           Focusing on Yongguk, you instill your voice with a deliberate calm. Giving into the indignation you feel brewing in your chest would be unwise. “Firstly, I have been in harm’s reach since vampires reappeared. There is no way to turn back to time I was not. Secondly, do you forget I too am a lion? My teeth and claws are my sword. I am not some helpless kitten.”

           “And I am not calling you one. But-”

           “Do not dare to patronize me,” you growl.

           “But you are inexperienced.”

           “How am I to gain experience unless I fight? I cannot practice forever.”

           “Not forever, just awhile longer.”

           “How much longer?” You stand before you explode. “Until the vampires are all vanquished and you all ride back through the gate in triumph? You need me. This time it was thirteen vampires. Next time it could be more. I-”

           “You-”

           “No. You do not get to interrupt me. You, Bang Yongguk, are an enormous hypocrite. All you speak of is equality and allowing all voices to speak, but when it comes to mine? I am to be silenced because you know better. Is this all because I am a woman? Or because you think you are my on-high superior?”

           Yongguk stands but stays on the other side of the room. You can feel him retreating behind his walls. Not in defeat, but preparation for a siege. “It is not.”

           “I proved myself tonight, did I not? I killed a newborn, not some half-starved vagrant. I would have killed the second without your help if you had given me a chance.”

           “A chance to get yourself killed?”

           “Of all the- You-” You bite your tongue before you spit out words tainted with the bitter anger that will burn slow healing wounds.

           Throwing up your hands, you stalk out of the room. The other men, who had retreated towards the door at some point, scatter in front of you. It gives you a perverse pleasure. At least they recognize you are dangerous in your own right. The sling for your arm flutters to the floor of the great hall as you strip it off.

           There is no proper place to storm alone here. You must to leave.

           Rose whickers in greeting when you enter the stable. Despite only returning a few hours ago, he stamps his feet eagerly when you lead him out of his stall and put the saddle on. The girth and other trappings of the saddle are infuriatingly complicated for your shaking hands.

           You want to just dump it on the floor, but you make yourself place it back on its rack. Jongup would feel obligated to pick it up and clean it and your quarrel is not with him.

           You slip on Rose’s bridle and leap on. Your body’s complaints are lost to the ringing in your ears. The drum of his hooves drowns even that out as you thunder past confining walls and into open air and field.

           A creature of habit, Rose curves his path to follow the mountains. You let him lead and lose yourself in the springing strength of his muscles beneath you. Imagining it is your four legs devouring the distance, flying over the waving grass. There is only earth and sky and your lungs pulling clean air into your body.

           Time passes unmarked until you feel Rose’s pace falter and his sides contracting harshly. Feeling guilty for pushing him so hard, you pull him back into a canter, then a trot.

           The landscape around you is vaguely familiar. It takes you a few minutes to realize it was the way you went with Yongguk to your village. An unhappy accident. No matter though. You can easily change directions.

           A deep inhale brings the scent of fresh water. Reason overrules wanting to ride on. You and Rose could do with a drink, so you turn him towards it. His head hangs low as he slows to a grateful walk. A few paces around the foot of a hill, a shallow stream flows out from the forest.

           “Such a good boy,” you murmur, patting Rose’s neck as he shoves his nose into the water. “I’m sorry, love. You’ve worked hard.”

           You slide off, almost slipping because of the sweat slicking his side. Squatting down beside him, you cup your hands to lift water to your lips, your cheeks, your neck. Cold carried from the depths of the mountains trickles down your heated skin. Your own anger has cooled a little. Not much, but some.

           As with training, you will not be told no. You do not doubt the others will side with you again. If Yongguk persists in his pigheadedness, you will just follow them on their hunts. He will have to toss you into a tower and brick the entrance to stop you. Even that may just slow you down.

           Irritation at having to stand up for yourself yet again bubbles in your chest. Clearly, you need to ride some more so your argument does not devolve into a shouting match when you face Yongguk again. You only have so much tolerance for stupidity and he spent so much you must build it up again.

           You climb onto Rose’s back and guide him back into the flat plains at an easy walk. “Come on, Rose. We’ll go a little further. I’ll give you a good rub-down when we get back, I promise.”

           You smell him before you hear or see him. Cursing under your breath, you wonder how Yongguk found you. And why he bothered.

           Noir blocks Rose’s way before you can bolt away. You glare at his master. Blood paints tiny blossoms on the bandage around Yongguk’s chest where it shows beneath his shirt. You look away before you give in to your concern.

           “Get out of my way.”

           “Where are you going?”

           “Home,” you reply impulsively.

           “Your home is the keep. Come back with me.” Yongguk reaches for your reins but you jerk them out of reach.

           “Not until you admit you were mistaken to forbid me from hunting.”

           He sighs through his nose. “You may not have noticed, but it is going to rain soon.” A glance upward does show clouds turning stormy purple swiftly rolling in. “Come back before we both become drenched.”

           “The forest will suit me well enough.” Defiantly, you nudge Rose towards the trees. Yongguk blocks you again. The insufferable man.

           “Do you truly have a death wish, Ness? Every child knows standing under a tree is inviting lightening to strike.”

           Rather than verbally admit he is right, you say, “Then what exactly do you propose, almighty alpha? We cannot outrun the storm back to the keep.”

           He jerks his head back the way you had come. “There is a half-way point in case we or the wolves need to rest while delivering messages. It is not much better than a hut, but it will be dry and there is a lean-to for the horses to take shelter as well.”

           “Fine. Lead the way.”

           Yongguk was right. The shelter is dug into the side of a hill with a vine covered lean-to patched on the side. Just as you squeeze Rose and Noir in, their sides touching, the sky opens in a thick downpour and the loud crack of nearby thunder. Yongguk hurriedly drags aside the thorn bushes hiding the shelter’s roughly cut wood door. He lets you in first so he can conceal the entry again, but your head and shoulders are still sopping wet.

           Your eyes quickly adjust in the sudden complete darkness. The single room is circular, scarcely tall enough to stand in, and almost empty. A few boxes, a ratty mattress covered with a thick blanket, and a stacked pile of wood take up most of the space. There is little room to occupy unless you sit on the bed or boxes.

           Yongguk’s heat comes close behind you. You stiffen, but he only pulls your shoulder so he can move around you. He reaches up and tugs down a cloth so pinpoints of gray light give a small amount of illumination.

           You watch him kneel to pile some of the wood in a small stone circle. Opting for the bed, you sit down and start wringing out your hair. “We don’t really need a fire. We can both see without a problem.”

           “We are both wet,” he replies without looking up. “The storm should pass quickly, but there is no reason to be wet and chilled while we wait.”

           “For someone who is so reasonable, you can be quite thick-headed about other subjects.”

           “Himchan said something very similar after you left.” A twinkle of wry humor sparks and dies in Yongguk’s tone.

           “Then they agree with me.”

           “Yes.”

           “So you did come to apologize. Good. I might be persuaded to accept it.”

           The fire snaps to life, throwing Yongguk’s face into shadows and planes. His eyes are still dark when he rocks back to his heels to look at you. “I spoke rashly, I am sorry for that. You deserve an explanation for the feelings that caused such action.”

           “And what feelings are those?” Your temper rises again. “Arrogance? Paranoia? Mistrust? Yongguk, I can fight. Not as well as any of you, but enough to hold my own. I love this family we have and would die for it. The others trust me to defend myself and them too if the situation calls for it. Why can’t you?”

           “You misunderstand me,” Yongguk mumbles. He rubs his forehead with his thumbs. “I respect you but-”

           “If you respect me, what in the Goddess’ name did you mean back at the keep? I may not have your experience and you may be the alpha, but I am not a child you put back in the nursery when they go for their first walk and scrape their knee!” You’re grateful there is nothing nearby to throw at him as the child within demands. It is tempting to find something though. “I have not trained for months to spend every night alone waiting for the ‘men-folk’ to come home so I can wipe your boots! I have done nothing but demonstrate I am worthy of trust and my own place when the pride hunts!”

           “I know.”

           “Then why-”

           “It is because you could have died and I would not be able to bear it if you did,” he says quietly.

           Your throat closes even as your mouth falls open. Your heart thuds once, then twice, loud as the thunder outside. All your fury evaporates into shock.

Yongguk sighs and comes to sit beside you. He drops his head into his hands as if the confession exhausted him. His thigh radiates an unnatural warmth beside yours. You can only stare for a few minutes before you are able to find any words at all.  

           “You-” you lick your lips, “you mean you would feel guilty and blame yourself.”

           “Do you think I kissed you because I felt guilty?”

           You are unwilling to say another reason. The only other explanation would be too exhilarating and terrifying. “I thought we agreed to forget it ever happened.”

           “Did you?” Yongguk looks up. “Because I could not.”

           “Why?”

           “Why did I kiss you or why did I not forget? It is the same reason. The same reason I did not want you to return to the hunt.”

            Yongguk sits up straight even though you see his defenses crumbling at last. You meet his eyes, hardly daring to breathe. Your hands, wet from your hair, feel clammy.

           “You are independent, determined, compassionate, wise,” Yongguk blushes, looking down at his hands again, and finishes softly, “and beautiful. How could I not love you?”

           “Love me,” you repeat.

           “When you first came to us, I did not want you to train because I did not want another innocent to become a killer. But you refused to let me to shield you from the world you were thrust into. I watched you grow into your powers, becoming stronger. Becoming more special to me than I could have ever imagined.”

           He pauses, the hand on his knee twitching as if it wants to take yours. Shyly, you turn over your hand to offer it. His fingers reach across the small distance, tracing the lines of your palm so lightly you shiver.

           “When I saw the vampire dangling you, I froze. I could not think. I was scared I would not reach you in time. That another precious person would be snatched from me. After, I was angry. I was angry at myself for being distracted, for allowing you to be danger, for almost failing you. Who and what I love, I will do anything to protect.”

           You curl your fingers so they brush his. “It is not always in your power to protect me, Yongguk. Nor do I let you ‘allow’ me to do anything.”

           “Yes. I should have learned that a long time ago,” Yongguk chuckles. His fingers still so his hand can engulf yours. Lifting his eyes to yours, he vows, “But I will never stop trying to protect you.”

           “Even from yourself?” The way his head jerks confirms what you had suspected. Your other hand cups his cheek. “No one is a saint, but you are far from the fallen man you seem to think you are. You are a good man, a very good one, forced into circumstances that demand harsh decisions. Everything you do is for the good of our people. You are not killing other humans; we are all killing monsters.”

           “I still have blood on my hands.” Yongguk tries to take his hand from yours but you hold on tight. You raise it to your lips to kiss it.

           “Do not say that. I love these hands. Do not disparage something I love.” You kiss the back of his hand again. The way his eyes focus on yours tells you he is completely captured. “I too am protective of those I love.”

           Your joined hands fall to your lap as you lean forward and kiss Yongguk. His lips are wet and taste of rain. He responds slowly, his fingers tightening around yours. Somehow it still makes your head dizzy like you’ve tumbled down a hill. Yongguk lets you guide the kiss, as if he is afraid you will end it at any moment. You need more.

Shifting to more fully face him, you wrap an arm around his neck. You bite down on his lower lip and tug. “Kiss me, Yongguk.”

Those softly spoken words demolish the remaining dams of his feelings. He drops your hand and wraps you in his arms, surging forward to do kiss you more thoroughly with a moan. A hand pushes you closer to him. Light-headedness turns into total giddiness so intoxicating you must cling to his shoulders. Your heart soars into your throat, beating too quickly to stay in your chest.

In comparison, that first kiss was only dipping a toe in the water. This kiss is jumping headfirst into the rapids.

           You try to shift more fully against him. His embrace is too tight to permit the movement, drawing a whimper from you. Yongguk moans again and adjusts his arms. He falls backwards, bringing you with him so you are half sprawled against him.

           His soft noises rumbling into your mouth make you hungrier. Your mouth slips from his. Your lips are everywhere on his face. The corner of his lips, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. When your tongue rasps against the bottom of his jaw, Yongguk gasps.

           You lick your way down to his neck, one side to the other. Nuzzling aside the collar of his shirt, you inhale deeply. The scent of his desire makes you tremble almost as much as him. You only make him wait a few moments before your teeth graze his shoulder. Another pass of your tongue precedes your bite.

           With a moan that dies down into a purr, his fingers dig into your back. He arches his neck back into the mattress to grant you more skin. But you take your time to taste every single stretch of skin with more swipes of your tongue and worrying of your teeth.

           When you nip at the base of his neck, he says, “Ness, wait.”

           You immediately lift your head, glancing at his chest for new blood on the bandage there. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

           “No.” Yongguk slides a hand along your jaw into your hair and back.

           “Then…?”

           “I just- I want to be sure you do not think you have some obligation to do this or that said what I did with the expectation you-”

           “Have you ever known me to do something I do not want to?”

           Yongguk chuckles and twines a lock of hair around his fingers. He shakes his head. “No.”

           “Then trust me. I want you. All of you.”

           Within seconds, your clothes are lying in a messy heap on the floor. The way he slowly drags his tongue along his bottom lip makes you more eager for him to be bare before you. Yongguk’s adoring hands slide from your hips. They slow when they reach for his own shirt. The shyness that creeps into his eyes is so endearing you decide to help him.

Glancing up at his face, you lay a kiss just above the bandage on his chest. He shivers, but you are too busy kissing your way along his tattoos to grin. Your nails delicately rake up and down his sides, stoking the building want you smell coming off him like a perfume.

Each upward stroke pushes his shirt higher and higher until Yongguk lifts himself up to take it off. You ease yourself down onto your side so he can dispose of his pants. When he shifts to his side and lifts his face to yours, you smile.

Though he called you beautiful, you think he is more resplendent. Light from the fire behind you paints his skin in warmth and gold. You graze your finger along his eyebrows, then down to trace his eyes, nose, lingering on his lips. When your hand smooths away some hair that’s fallen over his eye, Yongguk turns his head to kiss your wrist.

His hand covers yours, sliding down your arm to your waist. He tugs you across the small distance between you to slant his mouth over yours. Yongguk’s kiss is more ardent, more confident, his tongue darting into your mouth for taste after taste. Your bodies press together in that exquisite meeting of hard and soft, heat against heat. Your mind is immediately lost in your nerves that tingle head to toe, the simmering of your blood. Only your fingers buried in his silky hair anchors you.

The first rock of his hips against yours shoots a scorching spike of pleasure through you. The second has you crying out, the sound muffled against Yongguk’s lips. You throw your leg around his hips to urge him closer. To take the final step to make you one.

Yongguk pulls away from your lips and you open your eyes. Your heart flutters as he looks at you, his impassioned eyes lazily drifting over your face. A hand slides up your back to clasp the back of your neck. His fingers rub tiny circles into your skin so you melt further into his arms.

You can tell he is giving you one last chance to stop. You could push him away, put all your clothes back on, and ride home to the keep and he would not blame you for it. As if you could ever release him now that you have him. Stretching your neck, you smile and brush your lips over his in a silent invitation.

Yongguk smiles back and angles your head to kiss you again as he enters you.

Bliss steals your breath. From the way Yongguk’s stutters in his chest, the experience is just as euphoric for him. He holds you nearer so the sinuous muscles of his torso tease your stomach and chest with each heavy buck of his hips. You have no choice but to submit to waves of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.

Passion, made more powerful by its long denial, sweeps you both up in its tumultuous spiral. Yongguk’s even rocking within you becomes labored, halting. He buries his face in your shoulder, deep moans reverberating in your ear and down your spine. You too can feel yourself rushing closer to the final moment your world will shatter. Without warning, it explodes.

As you tremble in languorous ecstasy, you feel Yongguk pull out of you. A growl that sounds more lion than man booms from his mouth as he releases into his hand. Caressing his back and neck, as he quivers, you press a light kiss against his forehead.

After regaining his strength, he sits up. He wrinkles his nose at the mess in his palm and reaches over you to wipe it away with the cloth from the roof.

Yongguk tosses it in the fire and glances at the smoke hole. “It looks like the storm has almost passed.”

You grab the blanket from the bottom of the mattress to your waists. Placing a hand on his arm, you reply, “We should stay a little longer. We have much to talk about.”

For once, Yongguk does not argue.


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I’m Here. - S.M x Reader

So I’m considering writing some fanfictions/preferences again…but this time it’s with an entirely different subject matter. All of my writings will be strictly based on teen wolf from now on. 

**this idea has been in my mind for a few days, so i figured i’d try and see what people think.


Warnings: slightly depressing/triggering. fluffy ending, bc why not w/ scotty?

Words: too many.


You’d been feeling like this for a very long time. Lost, Trapped, Isolated… but in all honesty, all you’ve ever wanted was a companion.


One of those kinds of people who’d spend hours with you, car rides, movie nights, the whole nine. You were nearing the end of your final year in high school, but even with a class full of students, and your small group of friends, you’ve never felt more alone.


“Hey? Did you hear what I said?” a soft voice asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked up and saw those brown eyes that you’ve grown to love. 

Scott.

“What?” you asked softly, raising your head from your arms to look up at the boy.

“I said, I was thinking that all of us should take a trip, you know, camping? We’ve been so stressed with finals and everything, why not get away for the weekend?” He smiled softly at you, listening to the slight uptick in your heartbeat, knowing of your fear with the woods. “You know, I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe, doll.” 

You shook your head, a slight chuckle leaving you as you’d realized he’d been monitoring your chemosignals. A lot more than normal, you mentally noted.

“What time am I to show up at your house, McCall?”

“Be there tomorrow morning, around 9? The others will be ‘round by 11.” he smirked. 

–The Next Day–

“McCall?! It’s freezing out here, I know you can hear me! GET YOUR ASS TO THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I K-” your outburst is cut off by the sound of Melissa opening the door.

“You alright, love?” she asks, smirking at the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I-I I’m… here to.. see Scott. Is he in his room?” you look up, scratching at your arm anxiously.

Melissa just nods, stepping to the side to let you in, walking towards the kitchen as you quietly close the door behind you.

You being to feel slightly nervous, remembering that the rest of the pack wouldn’t be around until 11.

Shit.

You’ll be alone with him for a while.

The whole pack knew of your growing crush on Scott, and they always continued to tease you about it.

Nobody had actually flat out told Scott about the crush, but they’d figure that he would hear the rise in your heartbeat every time he was around you.

Hey, look who’s here, Y/N! It’s Scott! Hey, buddy. Nice of you to arrive!” Stiles remarked, smirking as your face began to turn red.

“A little hot in here, Y/N? OH! Hey, Scott.” Malia smirks, frowning slightly as you cover your face, hot tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

You’d run off before anyone could question a thing.

You shake your head, walking upstairs towards his room before he would come down to question your sudden delay, knowing that you were already here.

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“Scott? Can… C-Can I come in?” you whisper, lightly hitting your knuckles against the wooden door to his bedroom.

“You already know the answer to that, doll.” he replies, a smirk on his face as he hears the uptick in your heartbeat at the petname.

You slowly walk inside, perching yourself on the edge of his bed, watching as he throws articles of clothing into the suitcase beside you.

“What did you bring?” he asks, turning to face you for a second, smirking as the pair of boxers he chucks nearly misses your face by a fraction of an inch.

“J-Just.. you know, clothes.” you mentally smack yourself for answering with such a dumb statement.

“I’d certainly hope so.” he laughs, turning around and walking towards you, zippering the suitcase with ease.

“Now, listen. You’ve been nervous the entire time you’ve been sitting here. Don’t lie to me, doll. What’s on your mind?” he whispers, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him. 

“I-I… um… just.. don’t want to go to the woods, s’all. It reminds me of…” you cut yourself off, tears filling your eyes.

He shakes his head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I promised I’d protect you. You’ll be okay. Now, c’mon, Stiles is here, let’s load our things into the Jeep. Lydia and the others will meet us at the campsite.”


The entire ride there, you were silent. Staring out the window, alone in the backseat of the Jeep. You could feel someone’s eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them. You were too lost in your thoughts to care. 

Soon after, it was finally time to get the things out of the back, and walk towards the campground.

“I’ve got everything here! We can pair up in sets of two. That way, all of us can comfortably sleep in the tents.” Liam said, laughing as you struggled to get the poles together.

Eventually, you were ready to sleep. The pack had spent a few hours telling scary stories, to which Stiles nearly landed in Malia’s lap from fright. 

But then, they had started to tease you when you’d gone close to Scott for warmth.

“You okay there, Y/N? Scotty can protect you from the big bad wolves!” Liam laughed, the rest of the pack joining him.

“Yeah, you want to go in the tent? We can take turns guarding it!” Malia joked.

You forced a smile, but inside you were fighting to keep the tears back. You knew they were joking, but sometimes, it still hurt.

Scott, noticing the change in your mood, looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I-I’m… going to go to bed. Goodnight, guys.” you said, slowly walking towards the tent.

About an hour later someone had begun to unzip the tent. You tensed up, still awake.

“it’s just me, it’s okay.” Scott murmured, slowly laying down beside you.

“H-Hey.” you whispered, trying to hide the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Y/N.. you’ve been crying. Please, talk to me? What is it? You’ve been acting off all day.” he said, turning you over gently so you were facing eachother.

“I-I’m just embarrassed, upset… I-I don’t know.” you sighed, looking up at him.

“I-I like you. A lot. A-And they keep teasing me for it. And I hate it. I know you don’t like me like that, but it just…sucks. I thought you’d leave, a-and then you started becoming a little distant so I t-thought you’d just drop me as a f-friend..” you confess, whimpering when you felt him stiffen beside you.

“You do like me, then? I just thought Stiles was busting my balls… but hey, don’t cry, doll.” he says, wiping your tears gently.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t cry. I-I like you too, and like I said before. I’ll keep you safe, I’m here now, i’ll protect you..” you rolled over and he slowly pulled your back to his chest, muttering apologies for how you felt in your ear.

He held you for the rest of the night, keeping you warm and safe, hands intertwined and soft breathing against your neck.

“Sleep well, doll. I’ll see you in the morning.” he whispered.

And then, you were out like a light.

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This sucked but I haven’t written anything in a while. So let me know what you think and/or request anything you want in my ask box and I can write it up for you. xx

Wolfpack headcanons

• They have a team yell wich just consists out of them howling really loud.

• Shinies aren’t called shinies in the Wolfpack but pups.

• They’re a pretty artistic bunch and everywhere they go they leave at least one graffiti painting of their symbol or a few of wolves.

• The rest of the clone batallions are secretly a bit intimidated by them, they’re like the big bad wolves of the army. *badum tss*

• Wolffe (obviously) named and customized their team it’s kinda cute. He was like “I will put up with tanslator droids, take all yer shit and drag ya pups outa this mess BUT I get to chose our name.” and it turned out to become more then only the name.

• The Wolfpack once gave Wolffe a giant wolfpelt as a present. Very unpractical and Wolffe had to drag it all the way to his chamber but it still is there and he’s rather fond of it.

• They bite.

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Prompt 6 - Animal Soulmates

Jason is a grey wolf and the reader is a red fox.

This is really bad, I’m so sorry for butchering this great idea.

@somethins-gotta-give ​and I came up with this amazing idea, but I’m pretty sure I fucked it up!! So sorry!

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You darted through the woods in your fox form, trying desperately to get away from the lion who had been chasing you. You had accidently stumbled upon the hungry cat when they were in the middle of their meal. You had run into wolf territory, trying to deter the big cat, but they just kept chasing you. You burst out of the tree line and into a large clearing where a whole pack of wolves was resting.

Intruder” you duck down as the smallest wolf stands up, teeth bared.

Please, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get away from…

Suddenly the lion bursts out of the trees, snarling. The creature is completely rabid, he hasn’t been human in a long time. The two largest wolves stepped forward growling at the cat. The lion didn’t have the common sense to flee in the face of an entire pack of wolves. The largest wolf was the one who attacked the lion, the fight was quick and bloody. The wolf clawed the lion across the face, blinding it, and then the lion fled.

You look up at the second largest wolf, who was standing over you. For some reason you felt safe with him, you crawled forward until you were underneath him, curling up tightly, trying to hide from the rest of his pack.

Hello, my name is Y/N

You could hear the large wolf let out a husky chuckle, “Hello, Y/N. I’m Jason

Thank you for helping me” you whisper, “I will leave now, I’m really sorry for intruding” But when you stood up to leave Jason grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and picked you up, “What are you doing?!?

Jason, let her go” the alpha growled.

Sorry Bruce, but I think I want to keep her

Bruce growled, “I want everyone to shift right now

All of the wolves obeyed, even Jason, but you were scared. You could feel the connection that you already have with Jason, he was your soulmate, and you knew that he could feel it too. Your souls were trying to merge, had already formed a fragile bond.

Instead of obeying the alphas command you twist around and snap at Jason, not really making contact, but getting close enough to startle. He drops you and you take off back into the woods. You can hear shouting and a small scuffle from the clearing, but you didn’t hear anyone follow you. With a sigh you begin the long journey to you apartment back in Gotham.

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You shifted back into your human form when you got back to the apartment. Immediately you went into your bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror.

“You know, this really doesn’t do him any justice” you murmur, gently running your hand over the tattoo that takes up the majority of your leg.

Everyone has a tattoo of their soulmates animal form somewhere on their body. Yours was a huge black wolf with a white patch a fur on his forehead, just like Jason in real life. When you were younger you had always been excited to finally meet your mate, to live happily ever after. But then when you were a teenager, the tattoo faded, your mate had died. Immediately your health also began to fail, people believed that soulmates were actually one soul always looking for its other half, and when one half died, the other was soon to follow. You were dying without ever having known the one who was killing you, suddenly a month or so later you got better. The color went back into the tattoo, now with the white mark on its head.

“That really wasn’t the way I wanted to meet my miracle mate! He was so hot! He would never go for someone like me!!”

“I thought foxes were supposed to be clever”

You scream when you heard Jason talk. Diving for the covers, trying to hide your naked body from your mate.

“Don’t worry! I didn’t see anything” he calls from around the corner of your bedroom door.

“How did you even get in here?! How did you find me?!?”

“I followed you of course”

“I didn’t even hear you!” You scramble for cloths, grabbing your pajamas from the night before. You storm out into your living room to face your soulmate.

Jason’s face breaks into a huge grin when he sees what you are wearing. “So you like the Red Hood, huh?”

You blush, “He’s hot, what can I say“

Jason chuckled, “I’m sorry I scared you, but you fucking ran away!! I couldn’t just let you leave!”

You sigh softly, “Fine, time for a proper introduction! I’m Y/N, this is my apartment, and you are kinda creepy! I mean really you could have just knocked on the door!!”

Jason shakes your hand, “I’m Jason, you are really hard o track when you don’t want to be found, and I really am sorry for scaring you. Will you go on a date with me?”

You burst out laughing, “Yeah, definitely!”

The smile that Jason gives you makes his entire face light up, it makes him look so much younger. “Great!!” He glances at the time and groans, “I didn’t realize that it was so late”

“You can stay here for the night if you want” You already felt like you could trust this man, you could feel your souls growing more attached.

You were really grateful that your wolf had been stupid enough to stumble upon a rabid lion. As you curl up in bed with your mate you can feel both of your animals practically purring in delight. You had found your mate, you had found the other half of your soul. feel both of your animals practically purring in delight. You had found your mate, you had found the other half of your soul.

You could tell that Jason had secrets, there were parts of him full of insecurity and anger, but the two of you would work through everything. You would have no secrets between the two of you, but that was a concern for another time, right now you were just going to enjoy being with the man you would grow to love.