#evil!stiles

[takaraphoenix]

Absolutely in love with the fact that the "Stiles Stilinski is Part of the Pack" tag automatically redirects to the "Stiles Stilinski is Part of Derek Hale's Pack" tag.

Because. That's not what that tag, with that phrasing, HAS to mean. The Pack could refer to... ya know... the canon pack he's a part of, in that "reassurance of sticking to canon" way that isn't even rare on AO3.

But no. Nope. AO3 knows what pack we're talking about. And it delights me.

[pollsforpondering]

[odiniswithus]

[velvetkiisses]

did the merlin directors not see how much more attention teen wolf got after void stiles? like why didn’t we make an evil merlin or FUCK an evil gwaine like YEEEEESSSS!! make the funny character evil!! do that!!

[lunaslogs]

Evil Benny was my Void Stiles

[kayberrie]

Peter Hale really is just a little bitch who's just hot enough to get away with everything.

[fruchtfliege]

the pixels could smell my fear

For more: part one of my ✨paint journey✨

[mayonesavegana]

Today I discovered through my favorite characters that my type is smart people, nerds, sunshine idiots, women who could destroy me and boys who could be Spider-Man.

[theslowestpoke]

Today's useless teen wolf AU is everything is essentially the same except they live in Louisiana instead of California.

Stiles' dad is the sheriff of their parish, somewhere inoffensively middle-north like Rapides so they're surrounded by the national forest and still close to the Red River. It's a perfect place to hide a giant magic tree, for the record, and the bayou is no place for two teenagers to go stumbling around looking for a dead body. Best case you find it before the gators find you; worst case, your best friend gets his ass chomped by a rougarou.

Everyone knows the legends - the stories older siblings tell you with a lot less warning than your grandmother ever did - but they're just stories, right?

Except now that Stiles is really paying attention, there's way weirder stuff in the medicine cabinets at the vet clinic than you'd really need for dogs and cats and the bright blue paint on the outside of the building might be more than just an aesthetic choice for the doctor who always seems to know more than he's willing to tell.

When a family comes to town with their pretty daughter and French last name, Scott's already head-over-heels before Stiles can point out that there's bigger fish to fry. Lydia Martin is hosting the annual crawfish boil at her family's manor ("for charity," like they don't have their hands dirty from running a chain of river-boat casinos on the Red) and Scott needs to get his new claws in check if he's wants to steer clear of Argent. The hunter's been asking around in quick, clipped creole about all the recent rumors of black panther sightings, but Stiles knows that's not what he's really asking.

When the kanima starts wreaking on the town, Deaton sends Stiles to the graveyard to fetch a bag of dirt from his own mother's grave. He promises it will protect them and keep the kanima from escaping the rave, but only after Stiles accuses him of trying to use Claudia's memory in a curse. It works, but nothing else does, and Stiles has to break the line of goofer dust to let Isaac and Erica escape. He's definitely remembering that for the future.

[stenclastiel]

Me scrolling through Tumblr looking at pics of nogitsune stiles like

[takaraphoenix]

Just saw a Leverage GIF set that made me think about how much I would have loved to see Goran Visnjic play a villain on Teen Wolf.

I love this man, from ER to Leverage to Timeless, he has so much talent and his bad guys, I mean I am obsessed with Damien Moreau and he fucked me up so hard in Practical Magic when I was a kid.

Can you imagine the suave charm and evil manipulation of him as an Alpha werewolf.

I am unwell about how much I would have loved this.

[seonxq]

𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝗠𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 (𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱/𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀: 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗯𝗿𝗼, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗱𝗮𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆.)

𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘀: (𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻/𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗡𝗢𝗡-𝗖𝗢𝗡, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀: (𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆)

𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍:

𝗖𝗢𝗗(𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆):

𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 "𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧" 𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝗸𝗶𝗺 "𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗜" 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴-𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴

𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 “𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘"

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 "𝗦𝗢𝗔𝗣" 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵

(𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀)

𝗥𝗘(𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹):

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮

𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝗧𝗪(𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳):

𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗰𝘇𝘆𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘄 "𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦" 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹

𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲

𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗲 "𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦"

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻

𝗻𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆

𝗢𝗕𝗫(𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀):

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲

𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱

𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗦𝗞𝗭(𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀)

𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻-𝗵𝗼

𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻

𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧(𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮):

𝗲𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦:

𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 ���𝗮𝗽𝗽- 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻- 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗼- 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗼- 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗼- 20𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝘆𝗴𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗸𝗶-𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗷𝗼𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗵𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲-𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗿𝗶𝗼- 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗿- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 (𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻-𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿)

𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼- 𝘅𝗼,𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆

𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻 𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗲- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

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𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

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[bericas]

kira & scott & theo || i'll be a killer and a thriller (and the cause of our death)

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

They need more roles as villains.

[kittenshift-17]

WIP whenever

I was tagged by @demonicfaerie who it won't let me tag for reasons unknown, like, I'm following them, tumblr... the blog does exist.

Anyway, this is a little snippet from one of my secret Sterek fics, called Thrown to the Wolves.

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So these alphas all belong to one pack, and Stiles trembles in his tree at the sight of them. There’s more than a dozen, perhaps twenty, spilling down the mountainside as they bellow their primal need to mate into the ether, screaming it out over the darkness.

And Stiles almost falls out of his tree when, from amongst the forest, some of the omegas answer.

“What are you doing, you idiots?” he hisses, mostly to himself. “Shut up! Shut up! Do you want to get caught?”

Except, of course they do. They might’ve been forcibly captured and dragged here against their will, but they can’t fight their biological imperative any more than the alphas can. Their bodies are being forced into heat, growing receptive for a Mate, for the rut-drunk alpha that will undoubtedly claim them. Stiles can practically feel the heat wave of it kissing across his own skin, something primal and inexplicable dragging through his veins at the sight of the werewolves, such majestic, powerful beasts pulsing with sexual prowess and need.

God, he wants to feel it.

He doesn’t want to die, and he’s not prepped or anything close to being physically ready to take a knot tonight, but holy fuck, he wants to. Can rut pheromones make humans horny too?

“Fuck,” he breathes as he watches them run, tearing down the mountain and disappearing into the trees, all power and raw sexual need and Stiles has long since accepted that his own proclivities run a little too much to the more animalistic side of the other sentient species he shares the planet with but holy hell, he’s never wanted to be dicked down by a werewolf more than he does right now.

Squirming on his tree branch, Stiles presses a hand to his groin, whining unbidden at the friction it brings, his fingers making quick work of his fly and diving into his boxers to squeeze his aching cock. Fuck.

Another howl rings out over the forest and Stiles jerks his head up, squinting in the moonlight when he catches sight of the sole alpha remaining on the ridge, all sleek black fur glistening silver in the moonlight and glowing red eyes hold him entranced.

Is he...?

Stiles gulps thickly as he squints when he realises the alpha is staring right back at him.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, shrinking back against the trunk of his tree even while his hand gives an involuntary jerk in his pants, tugging his cock and making himself whine.

The alpha on the ridge is still watching him, and Stiles is dead.

He’s been spotted. His hiding spot is all for naught.

Maybe, if he’s very lucky, the wolf won’t want him when it gets close enough to smell him. He reeks of humanity and river water. No wolf in his right mind would want that over the ripe, heat-soaked pheromones of the many omegas in the forest below.

Right?

But the wolf on the ridge is lifting his nose to the breeze and Stiles knows it’s his imagination that he can hear the beast draw in every deep inhale, searching for his scent, but god, the thought makes him quivers. Raw, animal lust pulses through him and he knows he’s losing his mind, but Stiles almost wants to be caught. He wants the alpha to catch his scent and hunt him through the forest, wants to get on his knees and offer his achingly empty hole for the taking.

“Oh, god,” Stiles breathes raggedly, wondering if this is even a tenth of what an omega must feel and understanding suddenly how the rut of an alpha can trigger an omega’s heat.

He’s plain old human, but even he wishes his could self-lubricate and present his hindquarters for the best dicking down of his damn life. Squeezing his aching cock again, giving it a slow stroke, Stiles takes a shuddereing breath and watches, entranced, when the wolf on the hill lowers to all fours before beginning to race down the mountainside.

“Oh, shit. Shit!” Stiles swears because he’s hard as a rock and definitely in danger.

The forest below his tree is alive with the snarling and howls of werewolves in their element beneath the glow of the full moon. Peering down through the boughs, Stiles watches the blur of movement as wolves run by, heading deeper into the woods, desperately seeking the omegas they’re hunting. He sighs a breath of relief when none of them stop. Maybe he’ll be safe. Maybe he can fuck his right hand until he’s sated and can wait out the night in the safety of his tree and in the morning he can be on his way, unharmed and hopefully set free.

He’s halfway to coming, jerking it with only his own spit for lube, when there’s a sound from below and Stiles freezes, flinching and peering through the pine needles into the darkness beneath his tree.

Red eyes gleam up at him and Stiles holds his breath, watching the alpha werewolf watch him.

“You don’t want me,” Stiles says very softly. “I’m human. A human male. No amount of rutting will fulfil that desire to breed gripping you by the balls, big guy.”

The wolf snaps his teeth at Stiles, emitting a sound that reminds Stiles of a barking dog, yapping at a squirrel.

“Oh, crap,” Stiles whispers, trying to flatten his spine against the tree, wanting to hide from that shrewd crimson gaze. “I’m not a wolf, dude.”

He shrieks in terror when the werewolf grips the trunk of the pine tree in both clawed hands and shakes it violently, growling up at him. Stiles wrenches his hand from his pants to cling to the branches while the family of sparrows takes to the wing, screeching and hooting in terrified protest.

“No, no, no, no, no, no!” Stiles chants, clinging to his branches desperately while the tree judders in ways trees just aren’t made to.

The werewolf howls and the tree shakes for another reason, and Stiles is forced to choose between clinging on for dear life, or desperately trying to cover his ears in the vague hope of sparing his eardrums.

When he stops, Stiles hesitantly uncovers his ears, peering down again.

“ARGHHH!” he shrieks when the wolf gathers his strength and leaps twenty feet into the air, landing in the branches of Stiles’s tree and beginning to scale it quickly.

“Oh, god, no! I’m not a wolf. I’m not an omega. You’ve got the wrong end of the stick, big guy,” Stiles calls down to the beast even as he levers himself up and begings scrambling higher into the branches.

They're spindly up so high, flimsy and bending scarily under his weight.

“Please don’t eat me,” Stiles begs, scrambling higher when the alpha rockets through the foliage again, uncaring about the whip of the needles or the bite of sticks and branches, protected as his is by the thick black fur covering his shoulders and chest.

When he’s as high as he can climb, Stiles gulps and pulls his legs up tight to his body, yanking his feet out of reach just in time when the alpha swipes at him.

“Hey! No! Bad, werewolf!” Stiles snaps. “Stiles is not for eating. Stiles is human. Paws off!”

That gets him a menacing growl and Stiles waves a hand, tryring to shoo the wolf away.

“Go and find yourself a real omega,” he says. “I’m human. You don’t want me!”

But the alpha is too lost to his rut to heed Stiles – and holy fuck, he is pushing out pheromones harder than his aunt’s aromatherapy humidifier does, the rangy, woodsy, spicy scent of him like a drug specifically designed to make Stiles want to get on his knees and beg for his cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes when the wolf climbs higher, the branches creaking and cracking under his much bigger, much heavier frame. “Dude, you’re going to fall. The tree won’t hold you. Fuck!”

The fierce grip of the beasts claw encircling his ankle has him stilling in pure terror, his heart screaming a staccato inside his chest. Stiles yelps when the wolf gives his ankle a sharp tug, flailing his arms and trying desperately to counteract gravity.

The branch beneath him gives way with a sharp crack, and Stiles closes his eyes even as he begins to fall.

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Tbc

Xx-Kitten

[kayberrie]

You think that this can hold me?

Flats/sorta process post here