#kinda like anyone can be a werewolf

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Succubi in Society

That chubby MILF who notices you nodding off across the room, pulls you to her pillowy chest, whispers nice things til your anxious insomnia fades and you have the best sleep of the decade? Succubus of Sloth.

That jolly bear of a baker who notices you never eat anything but coffee, starts to slip little donuts onto your plate, getting you to try his newest shake ideas, and compliments your body every time you gain a pound? Succubus of Gluttony.

That bratty twink who's fawnslutting their way around the bar until they see you alone, pushes into the booth to lovebomb you until you have the courage to talk with that cutie across the way? Succubus of Pride.

🦎Don't believe the propaganda, Succubus is not a bodytype, gender, or evil. A succubus inspires others to listen to their own needs, to do what their body is asking for, to take a little break from their work or diet or overthinking. Sure, that can go too far. But for lots of people, that's the exact encouragement they need.

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WHAT KINDA DOG IS THAT ?! - the werewolf's route ☆ !

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synopsis : kinda feral, clingy protective and loyal to a fault—the best boy !! and no worries, he don’t bite . . oh shit, yes he do ??!!

things were, in fact, not back to normal. not in the slightest. based on the way kaminari practically hoists you up in the air screaming about your boyfriend the moment you walk out of your room.

you'd woken up on time after yesterday's events. even woken up a little earlier ! expecting your normal routine of having some breakfast with the earlier birds in your class.

except—

frantically, you're being shaken around by the shoulders by kaminari "dude, you've gotta come quick ! your boyfriend's on a rampage !"

"what are you talking about ? what'd you do?" you accuse.

his eyes widened, appalled at your accusation "and why would it be my fault?! a-anyway you gotta come quick, he won't listen to anyone !!" the boy cries, pulling you along by the arm as you stumble to keep up with his steps.

"then what makes you think he'll listen to me ?"

"of course he'll listen to you, you're you ! but if he doesn't then i'm doomed !"

so he did do something then... you internally sigh.

and oh, things had definitely not gone back to normal. if the scene in front of you meant anything.

kirishima, sero and mineta were crouched behind the couch, sero holding a broom in between them and your boyfriend, glaring at them menacingly and growling.

it looked like something was poking out of his head were those...dog..? wolf ears ?

your first thought was that they looked so fluffy. your second one was that yep, this was definitely not the end of the shenanigans.

"i brought her, you guys !" kaminari announced, and you only realised he'd been hiding behind you when you felt the tight grip he had on your shoulders.

the four boys turned your way and kirishima let out a sigh of relief "y/n, dude i'm so glad you're here !" sero sent you a casual wave despite the situation he was in and mineta kept his eyes fixed on the boy ahead of them, legs trembling and basically hiding between sero's legs. with mostly all of their eyes on you, you don't notice how your boyfriend (number three ?) had come to a stop and had simply started staring at you.

"what'd you guys do ?" raising a brow and crossing your arms, shrugging kaminari off in the process, you wait for a response from the three boys who suddenly look very nervous.

kirishima, always honest to a fault, spoke up first "nothing, honest ! we just saw him on the couch and started...messin' with him a bit, y'know like usual !"

"uhuh..." you said suspiciously.

"but y'know we realised he looked a little," he looks over at your boyfriend, (you finally make eye contact and woah, he's looking hard.) more specifically the furry ears poking up from his head, occasionally twitching.

"...different." he settled, sweat-dropping.

"we tried to ask him if something happened like good friends and he tried to attack us !" kaminari shrieked dramatically, you nodded after hearing their recountings.

"sorry for waking you up so early, y/n. we figured he'd chill out if you were around." sero explained bashfully.

kaminari grabs your shoulders again and it snaps you out of the staring contest you were having with the other blonde "please subdue him, dude he said he was gonna eat me !"

"subdue ? i'm a zookeeper now ?" you chuckled. your friend ignored your words, pushing you closer to the beast he still had not moved and staring at you dead on. your only semblance of a warning is his nose twitching before a low growl escaped his throat and he was marching over to you, causing your friend to behind you with a squeak.

you're pulled towards him and away from the other blond before you can think, your boyfriend barely makes eye contact and glares at the boy that was just hiding behind you.

"hey, that's enough." you try to calm him down, and only when you place a hand over the sleeve of the old parka he's wearing does he look at you, he squints at you would be better. and then he's looking away with a huff. quiet ooh's come from the boys in the room with you. except for one.

"get your boyfriend checked for rabies !" you hear mineta shout. unfortunately for him, you couldn't care less if this wolfish katsuki were to use his head as a chew toy, you lean in closer to his twitching ears and though his scowl deepens he leans down to listen to you.

"you can have the little one if you want." you say loud enough for the others to hear. all of them laugh, all the tension in the room dissapearing as the wolf actually plays his part and glares daggers at the little fiend like he was his next meal and mineta tries to get the boys to stop laughing at his torment.

your little moment is then interrupted by none other than katsuki himself, who's face just drops when he sees who you're standing next to. the wolf immediately stiffens at the appearance of a new face, baring his sharp teeth and damn they're really sharp now that you're looking at them.

he's arms drop and he sighs, frustrated "ugh—what the fuck ?!"

you can't help but laugh. well, things hadn't gone back to normal that was for sure, and you're a little ashamed to admit that you were sort of giddy about it.

what's it doing now ?

he's just been looking at me lol

fuckin freak

your boyfriend's response gets a snort out of you. you place your phone down to look in the direction a familiar pair of eyes peeking at you.

currently, you're being stalked.

after another explanation given to your teacher, (who was obviously already tired of seeing you and another clone of your boyfriend in tow as he quickly waved you off) and with your boyfriend about to pop a vein, you were left alone with kat—or should you say, wolfsuki.

(you're the only one left in the dorms to giggle at your terrible joke, unaware that the wolf's ears twitch as he looks at you from afar.)

you’re munching down on your breakfast and his eyes are still on you, they've been on you since getting back from the teacher's lounge, since you started making and eating your food. you wonder if he's even blinked at all.

he'd been surprisingly cooperative—and uncooperative at the same time; wordlessly listening when you asked him to follow you to see your teacher, but also hitting you with a nasty glare and a low snarl. he's willing to do what you ask him as opposed to..literally everyone else. but he will absolutely not let you touch him under any circumstances lest you want your fingers bitten off. you're also not allowed to look at him, but he follows behind you pressed so close to you like an actual guard dog, snapping at everyone who gets in a 10 mile radius so it was sort of a surprise to see he'd disappeared the moment you took your eyes off him.

but, just like with your original katsuki, all you needed was a little patience before he would crack and seek out attention by himself.

and that's exactly wait you do, you wait patiently while you pretend to not hear the ruffling of his tail against the furniture while he sneakily stalks around as you eat, you wonder if it's sort of instinct for him, or maybe this one just wants to actually eat you.

it suddenly feels very warm, you feel him glaring holes into your back—you'd been a bit lost in your thoughts and he was most definitely closer now, taking the opportunity. drawing nearer and nearer, stalking you.

you supposed you should feel intimidated, and your heart is beating fast, but it's definitely not because your scared.

but because this was an opportunity to pet those annoyingly fluffy ears of his ! the dragon was an interesting and frankly enlightening experience to how a different katsuki reacts to certain stimuli (the stimuli being you) and you feel sort of bad about how excited you are to see how this one behaves, especially when you see how distraught your boyfriend has looked for two days now.

and frankly, you really wanna see his tail wagging.

you don't turn around yet, afraid it'd frighten him and ruin your whole plan. instead, you quietly swallow down another bite of your grilled cheese "you can come over here y'know, i don't bite. "

you try to sound as friendly as possible, waving a piece of your toast slightly in the air "i still have some left if you'd like. not too brag but they're pretty—"

you stop dead in your tracks when warm air hits your palm. turning, your eyes meet with twitching (twitching !) fluffy ears; katsuki, now close enough to sniff at the bread in your hands.

"…good."

and he finally looks at you again, you almost freeze, you had just broken at least five of his unspoken rules by now. he looks like he's on high alert again, ready to snap at you should you take the cheesy bread away from him.

you don't of course, in fact you bring it even closer to him with an inviting nod, teasingly bumping it against his nose and seeing how he scowls at his nose at the contact.

so cute.

his fangs are very, very sharp—probably almost as sharp as dragon katsuki's were, he bites down on your grilled cheese sandwich and pulls back, far, veeeeeeeeeery far, trying to get the stringy melted cheese to snap, even going so far as to grab your wrist to stabilise himself. you giggle at his troubles, and he glares, but quickly shoots back to catch the cheese threatens to melt onto his chin, lapping at it.

"good, right ?" you laugh. he doesn't respond, only looks at you and back at your plate of food. there's still one half piece untouched you were planning on eating, but you just can't ignore the way his eyes drift from you to your food and he almost pouts. it's his version of puppy eyes, maybe.

cute, but you've always loved teasing him.

"what do we say when we want something ?" you say in a sing songy voice. he glares at you and his response is a gruff "gimme."

you make a buzzer noise "bzzt, wrong answer." you say calmly as you go back to eating, even turning away from him slightly.

katsuki's low growl should sound like a warning, but the longer you deny him, even going back to eating your grilled cheese, it starts to turn into an annoyed whine. he knocks his head against your harshly before pulling back.

"gimme...please."

and sure, he's grimacing like he wants to rip your guts out, but his little pout and flopped ears make him look less constipated and more endearing.

you can't resist, so you hand it over to him and watch as he gulps it down in practically one go. "good boy !" you praise. he growls and shakes his head "no ?" you tease. "no." he mirrors.

"you're not a good boy ?"

he snarls "not a good boy."

"ah, you're a bad boy then ?" he huffs, puffing his chest out "very bad." he insists. but of course, this katsuki is also a shit liar and if it wasn't his beet red cheeks giving him away, it was most definitely his tail wagging at hyper speed behind him.

ah.

well, that's one thing off your checklist of things you want to see before wolfsuki disappears.

you're so entranced by the way his cheeks puff out you hand him another piece of your sandwich without even thinking, but he growls, shaking his head.

"no."

you're a bit confused. especially because he's not even looking at you and almost looks like he's about to drool at the bread in your hands but even though you insist he's just as stubborn. you realise he's still gripping your wrist when he uses it to bring your hand up until your piece of bread bumps against your nose. he looks back at you only when you look down at your nose.

"eat." he commands firmly. his grip is insistent, slightly rougher than katsuki's (which you would assume is because he's..not exactly human.) and his nails are sharper, almost clawing at your wrist. but you can tell he's being careful. as careful as a beast can be.

you do as he says and he makes sure to watch you intently as you eat. he seems almost entranced like you were with him, bluntly grabbing your cheeks to feel how you chewed (you only found out that's what he wanted when he'd growled at you when you stopped).

once you swallow down another bite, you're hit with a sudden realisation and smile at him. it makes him frown, apprehensive, but his ears flop and he's just so cute you can't help but smile wider somehow.

"hey y'know, you don't talk as much as the other katsuki's do. you're so different when you're quiet. it's not something i'm used to." you wonder out loud. "to be honest, i thought you couldn't speak at all at first.." he scowls at you in confusion, maybe a bit insulted you thought he was unable to talk, but his cheeks turn pink and he looks off to the side. ignoring your words, he urges you to continue eating.

you hum happily once you finish, showing him you were done but he doesn't let you go despite that. even after you swallow, his hands stay against your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. he huffs amusedly when he squeezes you hard enough to make a duck face, but loosens up when you whimper in slight discomfort.

"squishy." he settles. he chuckles

"i'm not a toy." you deadpan.

(he seems to finally find something amusing and of course it has to be messing with you, is every single katsuki a little shit ?)

"squishy like one." he snarks, prodding at poking at your cheeks. you decide to retaliate and go for a double handed cheek squeeze. he flies back like you'd slapped him. "not so fun when the shoe's on the other foot, huh ?" you provoke. he doesn't like your answer obviously, and copies you. he grabs both your cheeks harshly while you're still holding onto his. "stupid human." he sneers.

"ouch ! quit it!" you whine.

"let go." he orders. you shake your head "you let go !" he responds with a grunt and you decide to compromise because you figure it's starting to hurt for both of you now.

"okay...how 'bout we both let go at the same time, okay ?" you widen your arms in warning "alright ?" you urge. you take his grunt as a sign of agreement. "okay... 3, 2, 1.." you slowly release his cheeks and he loosens his grip a moment after you, squints at you like he's really debating it, but ultimately let's go of you. you sigh in relief and rub your cheeks and smile up at katsuki who looks away from you, petulantly huffing and ducking his head away from you.

and well, you'd already broken about fifty five of his unspoken rules, you figured you might as well take a leap of faith.

katsuki's eyes widen when he feels your hands in his hair, you half expect him to snap at you, to bare his teeth and growl and bite. but instead, he subtly tries to lean his head downwards just a little to the right to guide you towards the holy grail; one of his fluffy, twitching wolf ears.

just a little bit of patience; that was all a katsuki needed before he'd seek out attention himself, you smile. "good boy." you praise, simpering. he grumbles, it doesn't sound like one of his warning growls, more like a complaint, a denial maybe ?

"not...not a good boy." he stumbles, blinking tiredly. unbeknownst to him, or maybe his instincts had just fully taken control. he ducks his head even harder into you, digging into your palm insisting you scratch exactly where he wanted. you want to see if he's still sensitive in the same spot as your katsuki is. you're proven correct when he lets out a lows rumble once your fingers reach the back of his nape.

"right yeah. very bad boy, right ?" you grin. he growls at you.

after your little tender moment, his path to prodding continues. he prods at your clothes, your ears and your hair and he cannot leave your fingers alone. you can't even do the dishes because he's pulling your hand towards him at any move you make, poking and placing them how he wants like those little wooden mannequins you see in stores.

you'd learned to deal with it after he'd been at it for 30 minutes, you're sitting on the couch now, trying your best to respond to your friends texts asking you how you'd been doing with the feral bakugou, said bakugou still sniffing around at your fingers when—

"WOAH!"

the fucker had bit your hand, and it actually stung. you reflexively try to pull your hand out of his mouth but he takes it as a challenge and growls as he glares, urging you to try and pull his new toy away. did the bastard actually think you were a chew toy ?!

"katsuki, no !" you try, slowly going towards his mouth to pull him away, his head snaps back and when his grip loosens and you manage to rip your hand out of his jaw you bring your hand towards you. aka, away from him and he's obviously pissed as he leans towards you.

"no, bad ! no biting !" a growl is all you get as warning before he's pouncing on you and you're being chased around the dorm building by your wolfish boyfriend.

"ow..." you whine for the umpteenth time. katsuki looks nothing but pleased, pretending like he hadn't heard you as he continues teething at your fingers.

you'd tried quite literally everything to shake him off; whenever you'd lock yourself in the bathroom or your room or anywhere with a lock he'd whine and growl against the door till you let him in; when he'd made his way inside you dorm room his eyes widened before he started making a mess and smelling everything. you had been a bit flattered that he liked your smell so much but you had to pull him out of the room when he started trying to eat your socks.

"ouch !" you yip, this time when you sigh katsuki's eyes fly up to you in surprise, kinda like when puppies realise they took play fighting too far. he almost looks guilty as his ears drop.

"look, you can't just do that, it hurts." you explain. his face drops as you continue and his eyebrows furrow harder, he never liked getting scolded after all. cheeks turning pink he places your hand on top of his head and nudges it. your heart skips despite yourself.

your fingers act before your mind and they curl in his hair. he juts his neck out to you, signalling you to keep going and you greedily reach up to pet his ears again. might as well enjoy this while you could, right ? technically, it was retribution for the what your fingers had to endure for the entire day.

you think you could die happy right in that moment, if zeus decided to strike you down right here and now, you'd welcome it with open arms.

katsuki chases your hand a bit when you pull away. he looks a little sleepy again as he looks at you. his head slumps into your shoulder and he leans up to sniff and lick your cheek and bite into it, a bit softer. as soft as a beasts jaw can be.

his ears perk up when you giggle, and he takes it as a sign to do it again. until he topples you over and decides he likes it that way, no matter how hard you try to push at him. he growls at you, but it sounds sleepy and drained, he's most definitely sleepy now, so you decide to let it go with a defeated sigh.

"you really are a big puppy, huh ?" he answers you with another growl and a sleepy warning "not a puppy.."

you giggle "oh, but you are. big, spoiled puppy." it obviously irritates him that you're not taking him serious but besides pushing his weight onto you some more he says nothing.

you're feeling a little greedy and go back to petting his ears, slowly running over them to see them twitch "besides the ears, and the fact you're so quiet, you and my katsuki are basically just the same."

his ears perking up makes you jump, he lifts his head up with a fang poking out "your katsuki is me. i'm better." he warns.

where had you heard this before ?

"gosh, you guys really are all the same it's crazy..." you wonder out loud, katsuki nudges at your hand and you quickly apologise before continuing to pet him.

a grunt. "i'm better."

"sure you are." you soothe. and he rewards your agreement by turning to face you and leaning up to lick your cheek. his warm arms wrap around you and he's squeezing, a bit hard but you don't mind because he softens his hold just for you, as much as a beast can.

"we sleep. and you don't move," his fingers dig into you. "you stay here."

of course, this katsuki doesn't know how to ask for cuddles either, you laugh and run one of your hands on his back "aye aye, captain."

happy with your response, he nudges his nose onto your collarbone "mine." he says to himself and it makes you shiver.

"mine..my mate.."

and he's out like a light, damn him.

of course, katsuki always had a way of saying the most endearing shit and brushing you off or pretending like he didn't hear you when you ask him, and it seemed this one was no different. though as you look at him sleep, you feel at peace, almost beside your heart drumming against your chest.

you can't help but wonder if this was the end of it, if there was more to come. or if how long this would last exactly.

oh well, you probably had plenty of time to think about that later. your eyes feel heavier and heavier and you fall asleep lulled by the sound of katsuki's breathing and occasional mumbling.

you wake up still warm but looking up at a katsuki this time. your boyfriend.

your sleepy groan catches your boyfriend's attention and your ears starts picking up on your classmates chatter. ah, so classes were over.

"you awake yet ?" your boyfriend speaks, quieter than he usually would to not startle you too much. as quiet as...well, a katsuki can.

you hum, going to rub at your eyes until you realise your arm hangs limply in the air.

oh, katsuki's carrying you.

you kick your feet slightly as giddiness overtakes you "where's katsuki ?" you ask. of course, you know it's a bit of a loaded question and he won't like your phrasing. and by the looks of his pinched brows and scowl, he doesn't. at all.

"don't piss me off." he scoffs and you laugh, tucking your head into him "really missing when you were asleep and fuckin' quiet..." he mumbles.

he grunts when you giggle sleepily to yourself before answering your question “guess he fucked back off to where he came from, found you passed out on the couch. fucker must’ve done a number on ya.” he explains.

you hum in response “you have no idea..”

katsuki eyes you suspiciously “what’d he do ? wasn’t he just sitting there starin’ at ya ?”

“for the most part, but then you just kept trying to bite me, half expected you to try and eat me.”

katsuki’s eyes widen to the size of saucers “what the fuck ? and stop saying it like i did that ! don’t lump me in with that thing, dickhead !”

you laugh, snorting into his chest, you feel how he huffs in frustration. you sigh "besides that, you were a really good boy. for the most part."

an awkward sound stays clogged into his throat and then he's quiet, too quiet for a long while. then he scoffs, you feel it almost reverberate against you. his fingers dig into your shoulder in reprimand. "s-shut up, stop saying weird shit..."

katsuki makes sure to keep his eyes straight ahead when he feels you look up at him, but you see his ear stained red.

“just so you know, this shit isn’t happening again. if i see another one of those bastards i’ll blast him to hell. and you,” he squeezes the bottom of your thigh ripping a surprised noise from you “you’re staying in my dorm tomorrow and we’re gonna study, gonna beat all the shit you missed into your skull if i have to.”

“i’m looking forward to it.” you yawn, unbothered as you prepare to fall right back asleep despite your boyfriend warning you not to.

when katsuki gets you to your bedroom, he's surprisingly sweet when he lays you down your bed and while you're wiggling to get comfy you look up to see him fiddling awkwardly with hands at his sides, you raise a brow at how he glances around, unsure.

you can't ask him what's wrong before he groans at the sky, leans down and chomps onto your cheek.

you stiffen a bit in surprise, your entire body heats up before your thoughts can catch up. he leans back up, eyebrows furrowed like he's angry and you know he's blushing despite the darkness in the room.

"if anybody's supposed to be bitin' you 's me..i'm your boyfriend...don't forget it." he mumbles the last part of his sentence quieter before he makes his way out and he offers you a quick "g'night." with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you wait until you're sure he's gone far enough to grab your pillow and squeal into it. it takes you longer to fall asleep as you wiggle and shake around like a worm. but you manage when you remember and dream about the feeling of the fluffiness of a certain hybrid's ears.

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YANDERE! WEREWOLF: REESE

CW/TW: f!reader, werewolves (duh), some minor violence, breaking and entering, kidnapping, (slight) fear kink, breeding/impreg kink, scent kink, one dub-con ass slap, slight nsfw, not full smut, reese is just a pervert idk yall

this isn’t proof read and is kinda rushed don’t get on my ass if it sucks yall 😭 but yes this blog IS monster fucker friendly :)

Yandere!Werewolf whose pack stays deep in the woods.

Yandere!Werewolf who is expected to be the next leader of the pack once he finds a suitable mate.

Yandere!Werewolf who constantly gets in trouble with the elders.

“Reese you know better than to wander off! What if an outsider spotted you, huh?”

“It’s about time you take on a mate, don’t you think? You know you can’t take the throne until you find someone!”

Yandere!Werewolf who thinks all the pack elders are dramatic. He’s an alpha for fucks sake! The strongest there is. Only second to the pack leader himself.

So what if he wants to go beyond the woods sometimes? He can do as he pleases! As for a mate..he’ll get one when he sees fit!

Yandere!Werewolf who went out one night while everyone else was asleep. He was bored and restless.

Just as he was heading near the end of the woods he finds a small cottage that he knows hasn’t always been there.

It was real small, though. Way too small for any werewolf.

‘It can’t be…’

One peek won’t hurt right? He’s just gotta check and make sure it isn’t another werewolf. Gotta protect the pack after all!

With a cautious hand he slowly creaks open the bedroom window. Unfortunately, his long claws created a horrible screeching noise against the glass, definitely alerting the human- er, lone werewolf!

Alerting the lone werewolf of his presence.

Yandere!Werewolf who rushes inside in a panic. If he’s already given himself away it’s better to just hurry up and confirm his curiosity. Then, he’s going back home!

A part of him feels nervous. If it is a lone werewolf he shouldn’t have any trouble fighting them off. A human, though?

He’s heard plenty of horror stories. Especially of the humans who they call hunters. That entire species is the only reason why his pack must conceal their existence in the first place.

He hated to admit it, but the idea of encountering a hunter made his stomach churn.

But, even harder to admit, it made another part of him feel warm. The kind of warmness that made his knot flare up and sent him into an early rut.

“Hello? …Is anyone there?”

Reese felt his ear twitch at the soft, feminine voice. Her voice was smooth and wrapped around his body like a blanket.

He steps towards the voice.

“Please! Who’s there? Show yourself!”

The voice becomes more rushed. More panicked. More scared. Fuck, human girls sure are cute.

“Last chance! Or i’ll shoot you! I swear to god!!”

He’s getting closer. She’s right behind this door, in the bathroom. His hand snaps towards the knob, twisting it with a rush and-

BANG!

A sharp pain crushes his body, sending his body into an instant rage. A smoking hole leads straight through the door and right to his shoulder. Reese turns off his brain for a moment and lets his alpha take control instead.

He rips open the door with an animalistic growl, bits of wood flying everywhere. His eyes dart left and right before finally spotting the human, crouched down and shaking in fear.

She sports a long white dress that reaches her ankles. One that reminds him of maternity wear the women in his pack use during mating season.

His inner alpha chants at him to move.

To pounce at her and claim her for himself. Give her his seed, make her his mate, and give her plenty of pups that they could care for together.

The human smells real nice anyway. Definitely fertile. He doesn’t have a mate yet so…would it be so wrong?

Loud sobs bring him back to his senses. “Please mister, I ain’t do nothing to you!” She sinks further into herself if even possible.

The woman holds a small pistol close to her chest. He’s only encountered human weapons a few times and he’s not familiar with that one. That’s definitely what caused the damage to his shoulder though.

Reese is unsure about what to do. This whole thing went way different than he expected. The original plan was to just sneak inside, look at the human for a bit, then leave.

Now he has a hard dick and a bleeding shoulder. His pack would be in his ass if he came back injured with no head to show for it. Thats like admitting he was defeated by someone else.

Definitely not an option. Maybe he should kill her then?

Take her back home and give her your knot. The elders keep bothering you about finding a mate anyway. Who better to keep the pack safe from humans than a human herself?

“Kill two birds with one stone, right?” Mating the human seemed like the best way to get out of this with no consequences. The entire pack would be real jealous to find out he’s mated a hunter. Plus, she could provide extra protecting with her human weapon.

Reese approached the girl and crouched down to her height. His body easily towered over her, something his alpha really liked.

She’s real small. Smells so fertile. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? Let’s take her home.

He smiled mischievously, sharp teeth sending a chill down your spine. He’s made his decision. “Alright, mate. You can quit crying. I won’t kill ya.”

You sniffled while slowly resting down the pistol. You’re out of bullets and this ..thing clearly isn’t any match for you. A part of you wonders if this is the werewolves your father constantly warned you about.

Werewolves ain’t real though. You a lot of things, but you ain’t dumb. Same way you ain’t dumb enough to believe this intruder isn’t here to kill you. He looked like he was gonna rip your head off just seconds ago.

“Just make it quick please,” You beg, fighting off more tears. Your daddy was right when he said nothing good comes out of living in these woods.

“You got it, baby! I’ll get us back home in no time.”

Reese grabs your frail body with ease, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. He chuckles lowly at the jiggle of skin against his hands.

All the while you’re thrashing against him and begging him to let you go. It actually surprised him to see you still resisting. Youre the one who told him to hurry up and get home!

You sure are confusing. No matter though. He’ll understand humans the longer he’s with you.

Cause one things for sure: you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Yandere!Werewolf who wakes up the whole pack to alert them of his find. They all snarl angrily at the “hunter”, baring their claws aggressively.

Yandere!Werewolf who has to yell at everyone to back off. When he demands respect for his mate it goes silent. Everyone begins whispering, clearly surprised at his reveal.

Yandere!Werewolf that feels pride swell in his heart as each member bows down in respect. His mate looks shocked more than anything.

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs when you begin freaking out, not wrapping your mind behind the existence of werewolves.

“You’re a hunter, baby. I’m sure you know at least a little about our kind.”

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs even harder when you insist you aren’t a hunter. Only kind of humans that can hurt werewolves are hunters. You’re just a little scared right now!

Now quit lying to him before he gets mad.

Yandere!Werewolf who gets the approval of the current leader without even trying. It’s official now.

You will bear his pups, lead the pack by his side, and stay with him until he ceases to exist. How romantic.

“Hey. I forgot to ask. What’s your name, mate?”

Well, as romantic as Reese can get, anyway.

[screams-of-the-damned84]

(flops on stage) i now present to you my very silly swap au,,,

essentially jasper is now the co-leader of the society who was bitten by a werewolf and is trying to hide it, jekyll is the uni student who got kicked out due to his experiments and then picked up off the streets, etc. jasper and rachel can’t communicate and jekyll and lanyon are living the world’s weirdest horror romcom you’ve ever seen. more info under cut hehe (feat. bad explanations and doodles)

in simpler terms, jekyll and lanyon swap narrative positions (?? is that the right term) with jasper and rachel respectively. (lanyons and rachels swap doesn’t technically work as well as Jekyll’s and jaspers does but shhhhh). Frankenstein becomes the mad scientist that attacks the society and moreau becomes jaspers idol.

longer explanation but WARNING!! it is 3am when i am typing this and i am terrible at explaining. it may be slightly incomprehensible.

so like jasper and rachel founded the society after jasper publishes his research and gets semi famous. two years before current events jasper is out on a research venture and gets bitten by a werewolf. he doesn’t want to scare rachel or the lodgers so he keeps it a secret (to his own detriment). flash forward to now and jasper gets a call to investigate a “creature” terrorizing the streets of london only to find hyde.

before jasper can process the dumpster man he is looking at hyde transforms back into jekyll. jekyll explains that while trying to prove his theory of spiritual alchemy at his university he may or may not have split his own soul. and got kicked out. and is now living on the streets.

jasper, not really knowing what else to do and kinda relating to the poor guy, takes him back to the society. he introduces his co-leader rachel, who pretty much keeps this entire thing up and running. (rachel and jekyll still become friends but she especially takes to hyde. that little brother shaped hole in her heart is still very much present!) then theres the lodgers (idk how they all swap) and then there’s lanyon, a university student at the society because it was mandatory for one of his courses. he is not enjoying it and would very much rather be breaking boy’s hearts back at school. lucky for him tho, there’s jekyll!

this goes about as well as you would expect. lanyon then spends the rest of his stay at the society trying to understand (and woo) the conundrum that is jekyll and hyde. it’s very fluffy and they learn to communicate like jasper and rachel in canon (yippee!)

unfortunately for jasper and rachel, they have been playing the “just friends” game for the last decade. im having a bit of trouble trying to flesh out swap rachel so i don’t really know if she’s in a lavender marriage like canon lanyon is or is estranged/divorced or just single but whatever the case is she likes jasper but thinks he just sees her as a friend while jasper is madly in love with her and is too scared to tell her. this problem has only worsened since jasper got bitten. everyone else tho is aware of how they feel about each other and are stuck witnessing their tortuously long slow burn.

(hyde and lanyon at some point probably come up with a scheme to try and get them to confess. it goes horribly wrong.)

so yeah. this au has been floating around in my head ever since i read the comic for the first time. it mainly came to be because of how well jasper and jekyll parallel each other and because i wanted to draw stupid fluff and older jasper lol.

if anyone has any ideas/questions/etc TELL ME!!!!! this is just a rough idea if you have a better concept go for it awhdvgevd

[jellymochii]

Stray Kids - A/B/O Headcanons

𓃦 pairings: ot8 wolf hybrid!skz x wolf hybrid!reader

𓃦 genre: Werewolf AU, fluff, angst, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT

𓃦 cw: Smut, unprotected sex(pls no), mating/knots, cunnilingus, p in v, hybrid smut.

𓃦 wc: 2.7k

↪author's note: hello! sorry for the delay, just started nursing school and med math is kicking my ass. anyways next up is sub skz, then dom txt, and then aespa first date fluff! Hope you enjoy!

(Also all of the members are either an Alpha or Beta, you're the only omega.)

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

☾ Bang Chan - Leader/Alpha

Yeah ok this one was kinda obvious.

He's the leader of the pack and the protector of all of you. He'd stop at nothing to keep you and the pack safe.

Thus, you were mated to him first-his soulmate. He knew it the moment he saw you, that you were the omega he was told about all those years ago.

And dear God, he's extremely possessive over you–hence why he had the honor of being the first one to bite you and claim you.

Even though he so graciously shares you with the rest of his beloved pack, he would kill anyone, even a member of his pack, to protect you.

This also ties into his ruts. When he's rutting, no one is allowed within 5 feet of you. He's got you in the safe house, making the others bring food and water often, all while he swells you full of his knot more times than you can count.

While he's normally sweet alpha channie in bed, if he's rutting--lets hope you make it out without a sore and leaking cunt (you won't, sorry.)

You're in your heat at the same time as his rut, though? Oh, it's heaven. He can absolutely keep up with all your pent-up frustration from needing to be filled to the brim with his knot. You’ll get exactly what you need from him!!

“Nngh, baby, Alpha’s gonna knot you full of his pups, kay? Stay still omega, let Daddy fill you.”

Once his rut is over and your cervix is practically overflowing with his cum, he'll always run you a warm bath and tell you what a good omega you are for him–and how you're everything to him.

Outside of the bedroom, he's always attentive too–he seems to be very in tune to your emotions and can often feel them as if they were his own. Almost like the two of you had tied souls.

You're his love and his pride and joy, no matter what.

☾ Lee Know - Second In Command/Alpha

Ok, I know beta Lee Know with alpha tendencies is what we’ve all agreed on, but hear me out–

He’s the 2nd oldest and Bang Chan’s right-hand man–responsible for all kinds of discipline and training when Chan is at work.

This also includes when you decide to defy him or the rest of the pack–Yeah, you're in for it.

Even if he loves you now, it still took him a while to fully accept you as a member of the pack. He was naturally suspicious of you, but once he became more comfortable around you and saw how well you treated the boys–he began to truly love you.

Home cooked meals for you and the boys 24/7. Even if he's sick, he won't let you lay a finger on anything in the kitchen–he thinks that his omega shouldn't ever have to lift a finger.

He often has to isolate himself in the safe house during ruts because of how intense they are for him and how scared he is of hurting you.

Takes items you gift him from your nest with your scent on them and ruts into them, absorbing every drop of your delicious scent coming from them–wishing it was you he was giving his knot to.

If he's not rutting and just feeling a little romantic (or pissed off at you for being bratty), rest assured you're getting several knots out of him.

“Yeah, you want my knot, little omega? Then you better behave if you want it–only good sluts get filled.”

Lots of spanking and doggy style in general, the way you yelp when he tugs your hair from the back drives him mad.

Ugh, and he's always sooooo deep in. You feel like your guts are being rearranged.

He's a sweetie pie afterward, food and water for you right away. Even if sometimes he's cold or standoffish towards you, he'd risk his entire life for you over and over again if it meant staying by your side.

☾ Changbin - Head Beta

Changbin is the muscle of the group in terms of protection and just carrying around heavy stuff for you and the others.

He also is responsible for keeping the other betas in line when an alpha isn't present, he's not strict by any means but has a big sense of responsibility when it comes to protecting you and his pack.

Loves you so so much! He always tries to make you laugh whenever he picks you up bridal style and swings you around like a baby.

Works out diligently around the clock to be strong for you and his pack. Similar to his alpha, Lee Know, won't let you lift a finger and always does the heavy lifting for you.

Thinks it's cute when you go to the gym with him to spot him and gain some muscle of your own (you'll be carrying LOTS of pups in your arms soon!) and somehow scares away every man who tries to approach you.

His ruts are so humbling for him. Before you came into the pack, he was angry and used to throwing things around during his rut because of how bad it was. But now? He’s oh so desperate and pathetically whiny.

“Jagiiii p-please, Binnie needs you–it hurts so bad!”

If you do eventually cave in, he's surprisingly more gentle than the rest of the boys in rut. He knows his cock is so thick that it'll split you open, so every bone in his body tells him to fuck you gently.

Loves showing off his strength by fucking you while holding you, or having you pushed against the wall with your legs wrapped around him so his knot reaches oh so deeper.

Becomes very possessive over you in general while fucking. He'll leave hickies all over your neck, sometimes even next to the other pack member’s bite marks-just to show them who made you feel this good.

You're insanely dizzy afterward from how full you are with his pups and how deep his knot inflated your poor cervix.

Don't worry! Binnie takes the best care of his baby afterward. You're the love of his life, after all.

☾ Hyunjin - Beta

Certified Lover Boyyyyyy

Like Lee Know, he was a little unsure of you joining at first because of how he's been hurt in the past.

Once he opens up to you, he falls head over heels in love with you. Every painting and every song on his guitar suddenly becomes about you, his omega, and his muse.

He likes to take you out into flower fields to have picnics and draw with you. He'll snap unsuspecting photos of you smiling with a flower in your hair so he can paint it later.

You're his whole world. Truthfully, he hates having to share with you with the rest of his pack, but there's not much he can do as a Beta other than steal a blanket from your nest when you're not looking so he can rut into it.

Same for his rut, he'll take all of his paintings of you (some intimate) and a collection or clothes he's taken and absolutely soil them within 1 day.

Thus, he gets scolded and punished by you and the Alpha’s frequently for tampering with your nest–but he can't help it! He needs your scent surrounding him, or he'll go feral.

Sometimes, if he's pre-rut and starting to get overstimulated, he'll sneak into your bedroom and suck on one of your nipples for comfort. You don't mind–and it usually leads to something else anyway.

Practically worships you in bed, especially if you volunteer to help him during his rut--he's so grateful to be in your generous presence. He'll make sure your needs are put before his own, always out of habit.

“Baby–fuck, I love you so much~! I'm gonna give you my agh–knot, all for you.”

His orgasms hit him so hard, especially when you're cumming at the same time as him.

You've never felt more loved in your whole life than when you're with him. You've got him wrapped around your finger 24/7.

☾ Han - Beta

Oh my sweet sungie, he's totally obsessed with his omega.

He's definitely more docile and fragile compared to the rest of his pack, but he's still got some fervor in him when it comes to protecting you.

He’s basically the pack's emotional support. He has his own omega tendencies in a way that his pack clings to him naturally, too.

Was the first one to get attached to you besides Chan. He loved you the moment you walked into the pack house.

Needy asf. Like actually begs for attention 24/7 from you.

He gets HUNGRY when he's rutting, both for his snacks and for you–more specifically, for your pussy.

He could lay there for hours mindlessly eating you out like it's his last meal. He wears the title of Pack Munch with pride.

If he's rutting he goes feral over the scent of your cunt, even from far away. He'll devour you while humping the mattress and blankets below him, and he's cum from it quite a few times.

He's the boy you wanna call if you wanna cum over and over again in your heat on just a tongue. Likewise, his own rut calms down and passes by quicker when he's scarfing your juices down like a dehydrated wild animal.

“Cum for me…pretty please omega? I know you cannn.”

He can definitely use his dick when he needs to, though. His only problem is how violent his orgasms wash over him when his knot is deep in your cunt.

Ughhh, he's so obsessed. Please tell him what a good job he did and how you're his omega forever.

☾ Felix - Beta

Felix is the medical expert of the group. He tends to wounds anyone in the pack receives and gives the best massages.

His love language is touch, so you better expect him sneaking into your nest and nuzzling his nose into your soft skin while he kneads at your thighs.

When he's not busy tending to the other members, he loves to bake alongside Lee Know. If you have a bad sweet tooth, he's the guy to call–for cookies and cuddles.

He likes having you in his lap while he plays video games or watches Disney movies with you (please don't make him sit through Twilight again. He's team Jacob and suffers watching it).

He might be the smallest of the pack, but he's feisty when it comes to you! If another member comes and tries to steal your attention while he's laying beside you, he'll snarl at them (and probably get scolded, but he doesn't really care).

Like Changbin, his ruts are also humbling for him. Poor baby is so whiny and cries at night from the pain of his rut–and not having you there with him in the safe house.

“Baby p-please! I'll be gentle, I promise! I'll take–fuck, anything.”

You feel way too bad about not helping him, so even if you just hold your hand out for him to rut his cock into–that's more than enough for him to spill his seed all over.

Sitting in his lap while he thrusts up into you at an unbearable pace is all you need to have your gummy walls clench around him, causing his knot to inflate deep in your cervix.

He swears he'll pull out because he knows he'll get scolded for it–yet he never does. The feeling of burying his pups deep in you is something no amount of scolding and punishment could ever make him stop.

Loves cuddling in the bathtub with you as a form of aftercare, he'll nuzzle his nose into your neck and pepper kisses over the hickies he left, and treat them the best.

What can I say? He's a sweetheart.

☾ Seungmin - Beta

Seungmin is the cheeky and youngest Beta in the pack, and often the source of many headaches for Chan and the other alphas.

He didn't take too kindly to you when Chan introduced you at first, causing him to snarl at you the first few days when you passed by.

This in turn, led to an argument which caused him to destroy your nest out of anger. He was punished accordingly by the Alpha's and forced to apologize.

He was planning on giving a half-assed apology to you–but when tears started pouring down your cheeks as you cried and asked “Why do you hate me, Seungmin? I love you, and I love this pack.” His heart hurt as he began to reassess his entire world view.

He's never heard anyone say “I love you”, not even his own parents. He couldn't forgive himself for months and spent many hours showering you in gifts and trying to win you back. He even snuck one of his pillows into your nest so you'd associate his scent with safety.

One day, he came home with a puppy plushie Felix said you'd been eyeballing at the mall alongside a bouquet of roses, to which you felt relieved and cried that he finally had accepted you.

“Y/N…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean to you, and I-I love you too.”

He spends his ruts with the stuffed he gave you since it has your scent on it and reminds him of you. Don't worry, he'll stitch it up soon–but for now he has to fuck the hole he tore into it for some form of relief.

If you choose to help him while wearing the collar with “KS” on it that he got for you–oh boy, he's done for.

You'll have knot after knot while he tugs on your collar and humps you from the back.

“Fuck, You're so sexy like that. All this ass for me?”

He still tends to be gentler with you, he's still learning how to love, but he knows no matter what he has so much love for you!

☾ Jeongin - Alpha

Baby Alpha Jeongin on top!!

He still doesn't know how to control his instincts when you first enter the pack, so he has to be kept away from you at first and only be given selective clothing of yours with your scent on it to get used to your scent.

…He likes it way too much. So much so that he'll surround himself in your donated clothes while aggressively rutting into your favorite blue blanket (They're too soiled in cum to be salvaged, sorry.)

This in turn becomes a major problem for him. When he first gets to meet you face to face and gets a whim of your scent, he goes feral and has to be physically held back by Chan and Changbin to prevent him from knotting you.

You, on the other hand, thought it was adorable. So much so that the next time you donated some clothes, you made sure to release your sweet juices all over them before giving it to him–Chan was not enthused but decided to indulge him nonetheless since the poor boy was having a really bad rut.

Oh boy, did it drive him absolutely insane. The whole safe house was torn to shreds in less than 24hrs from how feral he went from the scent of your arousal.

The next time his rut came around the two of you had become well adjusted to each other. He found that he would have to distance himself often to prevent himself from pouncing onto you and taking you right there.

You offer to help him during his next rut and swear up and down to the pack that you'll call for help but it becomes too much, but you don't need help when Jeongin is hitting all of your sweet spots~!

Especially when he's pounding into you at a brutal pace while strangled growls and cries spill from his mouth as he bites down onto your shoulder.

“Nnnngh, I'm gonna cum holy shit~!” or “No-stay fucking still omega, I need to knot.”

He truly feels so loved when he has you under him so submissive like this–he knows deep down he’d do anything for you.

He’s a sweetie pie and deserves the world.

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶Hated | Werewolf Husband (Fem reader)

Contains smut

Being married off to the highest ranking alpha was something you knew would happen. Your mother told you about it ever since you could remember. How you should learn how to do this for your alpha some day. How you can’t dress like that because no alpha would want you. Spoiler to her though that never changed who you were. You weren’t just some dumb dog that would roll over. No. You were a smart, strong person who would fight back in anyway she could.

You had found out who you’d be marrying year later. You hated him. Hated him for how he acted. Hated how he treated others, like they were beneath him. He was in laments terms the biggest asshole you’d ever seen.

The day came when you finally had the unpleasantry of meeting. Your face giving you away from how disgusted you were by him. It only made him chuckle, knowing full well like it or not you were his.

When you finally walked down that isle. Meeting him at the alter, you kept your jaw clenched. You hated him. But why did he look- look almost handsome? Like he was happy to be there?

The ceremony went on and he grew closer and closer to you. Arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. A wide toothy grin plaster across his dumb- attractive face. Where were these thoughts coming from? And how could you make them stop.

When you were off to the honeymoon an extravagant manner, full view of the ocean with little to anyone around. You relaxed almost. Looking out at the water and hearing the sounds of it crashing. Nothing prepared you for the arms that slunk around you. Hoisting you up before laying you flat on your back. Your now werewolf husband stood above you with a glint in his eye. “My beautiful wife” he said that wicked smile going from ear to ear.

He leaned his body down onto yours, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You let out a soft yelp when his big hands grabbed at your wrist pinning them above your head. He kissed you, devouring any whines to stop. He kissed you hungrily. Teeth hitting teeth as his tongue lapped at yours. His free hand came up pushing your dress up. “You can hate me all you want. But you’re mine. And no one will ever take you away from me” he said his voice husky, low almost a growl.

Your body reacted to the sound of him before your mind could. Bucking your hips up to his hardening cock before a whimper slipped past your lips. That grin slowly creeping back up on his face before pushing your panties down. His fingers grazed your soft skin. Moving over your mound before ever so softly touching your clit. He looked down at your glossy eyes taking you all in. “Ever since we were kids, I told your parents you’d be mine. I made it a mission. You’d be mine. Mine.” He repeated.

His lips found your jaw kissing down to your neck before almost purring those words into your ear one more time. “Mine.” He sucked purple marks across your neck his long fingers dipping into your dripping cunt. Your mind raced with his words from earlier. ‘He had wanted you for so long. But why you. Why did he want you?’ You thought you were thinking to yourself but the words fell from your mouth like a faucet. He smiled against your skin “because, you’re my true mate. The only one I want. I’ll change whatever aspect you need me to. Need me to be kinda? Ok done. Need me to fuck this pretty little cunt anytime of day? Damn right I’ll do that too.” He said his fingers now jackhammering into you.

The sounds of your moans and wet cunt filled the room. He brought you to your first orgasm not long after before pushing his pants down. “Tell me you hate me and I’ll stop. Tell me you don’t want any of this and I’ll go away.” He said eyes locked on yours. Truthfully you didn’t want him to stop. Some part of you, deep inside wanted him so badly. Maybe it always has. “Fuck- I- I hate you.” You moaned out. “But I don’t want you to stop- please don’t stop”

He pushed into you as your words continued. “I hate how you treat- others.” You moaned “and I really fucking hate that I want you”

He leaned down inches away from your face as he fucked into you with almost no mercy. “Then I’ll change. If it means- ah- if it means making my beautiful wife happy. To have you want to be mine then I’ll do whatever it takes.” He said genuinely.

His moved himself wrapping his arms around you as he could feel you ready to cum again. “Cum with me, cum on my knot” he groaned. He finally pushed past your walls driving his knot deep into you. The strain of curse, moans and groans leaving both of your lips. He came hard around him arms wrapping around him pulling him close. You’re pretty fat cunt milking him for every last drop.

After moments go by he breathed out a barely audible “I’m serous” before cupping your face in his big hands. “I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I’ll be whatever it is that you need. I’ve loved you for so long. So so fucking long. And I’ll do anything to make you feel the same way.”

[barbwritesstuff]

I'm struck with a sudden and unprovoked need to explain the romantic dynamics in Blood Moon and Thicker Than. I don't know why, and will not be taking questions at this time.

There are eight romanacable characters in Blood Moon.

Marco

Carrie

Vicky

Ed

Sergi

Shawnie

Roe

Farro

And nine in Thicker Than.

Tracy

Marcel

Erin

Nathan

Iliya

Freya

Ravima

Chris

Minjo

Starting with the werewolves...

Marco's whole shtick is the best friend. He's the goofy, kinda scrappy golden retriever guy who is fun, a little awkward, and prone to running his mouth. That dynamic doesn't change if you romance him. When it comes to the bedroom, he's super versatile. Top? Bottom? Rough? Gentle? Left? Right? No matter your preference, he's game.

Carrie brings the baggage so you don't have to. She needs a lot of love and understanding, especially at first, but if you're kind to her she'll let her guard down and open up. I wanted her dynamic with the MC to be all about that trust and that extends into the romantic and intimate scenes. Carrie's banter with the MC is her way of feeling safe... so yeah, that's in the sexy bits too.

Vicky is my Batman. Strong, stoic, silent... even when perhaps she shouldn't be. She's been through hell and back and her number one mission in life is to make sure no one she loves has to experience what she did. She also knows kungfu, because of course she does. Her romantic scenes are very, very gentle.

Ed is a sassy wee sweetheart. A genuinely good, and really smart guy who has to try so hard not to roll his eyes at the antics of some of the other werewolves. He's never dated anyone before, so the romantic dynamic is a little slower, a little sweeter, and a little softer. Because he's a virgin he'll set some boundaries in the bedroom. After all, he's still figuring it all out.

Sergi is a little late edition to the Blood Moon love interest roster. When I first invented the character, he was originally going to be way more of a background character than he ended up being. There's a bit of an age gap here, as Serge is a little older than the MC, and the relationship develops right at the end of the game. It's a kinda messy dynamic, a lot of trauma, helping each other recover through love, etc.

Shawnie is hot and she knows it. Curvy, sexy, playful, fun. Because the other female love interests lean a little bit bleaker, I wanted Shawnie to be for people who wanted a lighter, bubblier, more fun romance. That doesn't mean she's shallow or simple, but that she takes her fun where there is fun to be taken.

Roe is the alpha of the other pack and has some pretty intense feelings about power and being in charge. Expect some tussling in the bedroom. They've been an alpha for only a little while and have only recently started to realise how lonely it can be at the top. A lot of their romance is them realising they have that wall around themselves and figuring out how to navigate around it.

Farro is the only love interest in Blood Moon who is 'missable'. I.E. Depending on your choices, you may not meet him at all. He looks like a werewolf, even among werewolves, big and muscular with long hair and a beard. He's also a dad, a widower, and super introverted. However, behind closed doors, he's rather intense.

And now for the vampires (and non vampires) of Thicker Than...

Tracy is a bitch with a heart of gold. She's using you to escape the clutches of the cult that she's been trapped in for decades, and isn't quite sure if she can trust you either. But, despite all her sharp edges, she's the most ride-or-die person in the world. She needs some tenderness, but isn't shy about desire or romance.

Marcel does a really good job of acting the part of the scary, shadowy vampire lord, but the truth is, he's rather too easily charmed by plucky fledglings who push back against the system. He's also kinda a freak in the bedroom.

Erin is complicated. She's been fighting against the vampire court for decades and is a figurehead of the revolution... even though, in some ways, she doesn't really believe in it any more. I haven't written her intimate scenes yet, but the vibe I'm reaching for is a little messy, a little angry, just like she is. Also lowkey thinking of adding a threesome in with her and her human girlfriend in Chapter Four. I dunno.

Nathan is the vampire hunter, so if I had to give him a trope, it'd be enemies to lovers. He's kinda a badarse, but also really bad at looking after his own arse. He is, after all, catching feelings for a vampire. Also, he 100% doesn't get enough sunlight. The vibe is I-don't-know-if-I-should-kill-you-or-kiss-you.

Iliya is one big walking cliche, and that's why I love him. I wanted him to be the bodyguard romance, and he is that. He's also kind of a bastard in a I-will-betray-you-but-then-maybe-unbetray-you kinda way. Big, a little cheeky, and very hungry.

Freya is soft and kind and very trusting in almost every way. Unfortunately, that makes her a little (occasionally a lot) gullible. She wants to believe the best in people, even when sometimes it puts her in danger. My intension with her character was to contrast it with her witchy powers. She's a sucker, but she's also one of the most powerful necromancers alive (and is capable of consulting with some of the dead ones). Her romance is, like everything else about her, very soft and cosy. She will only use her powers on you if you're into it.

Ravima is perhaps my most classic vampire romance. They're dark, they're sinister, they're obsessed with art, with knowledge, with anything that will make immortality a little less boring. They also kinda want to eat you, but they also want to fuck you, and that's kinda the whole vibe.

Chris is my first (and last because oh holy hell the coding is hard) gender selectable love interest. They're only available to players who select the divorcee origin at the start of the game. That's because, they're the main character's ex spouse. Perhaps obviously, the romance route is very second chance romance.

Minjo has the weird honour of having the most Romeo and Juliet romance I've ever written. She's team werewolf, and you're a vampire. She's also a total MILF, and only available to characters who are also parents. Bond over being single and raising kids. I wanted to give her a dry sense of humour, and a down to earth sorta charm.

Anyway.

My number one goal with these romances was to make them all unique. I didn't want to copy paste the love scenes and change the names. I wanted them to all feel like different people and for their romance routes to feel different and unique to them. I don't know if I've fully achieved that. There's some that do overlap with each other, but I think I've managed to hit a few different spots on the love interest spectrum.

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Fics based on a theme:

Stiles in a Contractual Relationship

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—Derek/Stiles—

"Tax Evasion" (E) by standinginanicedress | 139,924 | “Here’s what I want,” Stiles starts, and Scott is already nodding along. “…I want a dude who’s going to take me out on dates. I like dinner and ice cream and all that. And I want him to meet my dad in, like, a sweater vest and khakis and shake his hand and talk about sports with the guy. And I want him to have a car and an apartment – not like, nice ones? But ones, you know? He’s got a dog, too. He drives me around and buys me stuff and is nice to my dad and my friends but then, like,” he squeezes the basketball extra hard and is sure he feels some air being let out of it, “…he ties me up sometimes, too. Is that too much to ask for? Am I reaching for the stars?”

"Don’t Take the Money" (E) by standinginanicedress | 53,469 | “Just so long as I don’t go falling in love with you, you don’t give a shit,” Derek clarifies. “Yeah. Pretty much.” “What if you go and fall in love with me?” “Ha ha,” Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t do shit like that. Alphas are disposable and they’re all just alike, when you strip them down to their parts.”

"For Your Eyes Only" (E) by standinginanicedress | 113,297 | “Are you a fucking psycho? Be honest. Are you sick in the fucking head?” Stiles asks. “No,” Derek says. “I’m a rich guy who likes twinks.” “Uh huh,” he doesn’t sound convinced. “You have twenty thousand dollars just lying around waiting to be spent on having cam sex with me?” “I do,” he shrugs. “And then some.” Silence. “You’re rich?” “Yes. I have money. I have an important job. That’s not what we’re talking about. Are you in or out?”

"One life stand" (E) by Vendelin | 84,278 | Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

"Werewolf-Friendly" 🔒 (E) by badwolfbadwolf | 27,228 | Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

"Not What I Ordered" 🔒 (E) by eeyore9990 | 2,921 | Derek orders himself a bottom from a high-class escort service. What he gets is…Stiles.

"Unwind" 🔒 (E) by coffeeinallcaps | 15,047 | 'Hope you enjoy your present,' the text from Erica says. 'Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow.'

"Disposition" (E) by Tulikettu | 56,104 | Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

"Oblivion for Two" (E) by publicdecency | 210,279 | “I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.” Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”

"A Mating Moon" (E) by unpossible | 37,353 | “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air. “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.

"Millstone" (E) by eleanor_lavish | 31,368 | Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his ‘if you’re not weird about it, I won’t be’ smile on his face and says, “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I’m Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?”

"Don't Worry Baby" (E) by kalpurna | 20,276 | "You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point." Derek doesn't respond.

"but monsters are always hungry, darling" (E) by Rena | 7,071 | "I just...I just want someone to fuck me,” he blurts out, flailing his hands around. “I mean, like, really fuck me. Not any of this wishy-washy stuff, but someone with strength and stamina who’ll actually, honestly, fuck me, hold me down and fuck me so hard I can still feel it the next day.” “So, essentially, you want a werewolf,” Lydia deduces.

"Three Phone Calls" 🔒 (M) by pandabomb | 15,676 | Scott and Stiles live in a shitty apartment in NYC, Lydia is still queenly, and Derek is a clueless rich guy who mistakes Stiles for a hooker.

"Sell Your Body to the Night" (E) by Dira Sudis | 121,553 | "No," Derek repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work." "I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

"The Civilian" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 15,279 | Stiles started hustling by accident. He likes the way it makes him feel too much to stop. Even the risk involved with selling himself in dark, dirty alleys doesn't stop him from doing it again and again. Not every night, sometimes not even every week, but he always goes back, looking for more of what he needs.

"A Whole Strip of Condoms" 🔒 (E) by eeyore9990 | 20,227 | Stiles feels the crushing weight of his family's debt; Derek has piles of money. Derek needs to get laid; Stiles is a willing and eager virgin. It's a match made in... well. Beacon Hills. Eesh.

"gave your smile to me" (T) by Sarageek16 | 4,784 | In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.

"Men of Taste" (E) by dizzzylu | 3,737 | It starts with a leather portfolio; a gift from Peter the day Derek is promoted to junior partner. He flips through the last few pages of cards, taking his time. Among them are several swanky nightclubs, a discreet gentlemen's club, a selection of the city's more opulent fetish clubs, as well as New York's most elite, and secretive, escort agency.

—Stiles/Peter—

"Gravity's Got Nothing on You" (E) by zosofi | 83,979 | “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. “How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.” “My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

"Little talks" (E) by Vendelin | 5,387 | “Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.” Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

"one kiss (you burn)" (E) by anonymous | 1,953 | Stiles just wants to pop his cherry.

"A Delicate Beast" (E) by anonymous | 7,536 | Stiles flicks his eyes to Peter and has to almost instantly drag them away again in fear. This man wants to assault me.

"Loan Wolves" (E) by veterization | 117,313 | At seventeen, Stiles' mother dies, and suddenly, with bills piling up, Stiles and his father are in financial straits. Enter Peter Hale, the loan shark.

"Conduit" 🔒 (E) by DarkIsRising | 52,428 | A cool 10k to spend a weekend with some rich guy getting plowed in his familial estate during some hoity-toity engagement party for Rich Guy’s niece, with an extra 2k on offer if he can make his ex-husband visibly seethe with jealousy.

"A Spoonful of Sugar" (E) by Twisted_Mind | 31,133 | He blames Lydia. He would never have even considered this if she hadn't mentioned it like it was legit. But short of falling down the rabbit hole of student debt, he doesn't have a whole lot of options. So, whatever, he can try the sugar baby thing. No one has to know.

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Bonfire part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Warnings: WOLFPACK!!!! FLUFF ~IDIOTS IN LOVE~ lil bit of angst ~Low key Jared slander but it’s for the sake of comedy~ ARGUING CUSSING ~LONG ASS POST~ sorry

I’m having a lot of fun writing this long fic. My favorite part so far is writing for the Wolfpack so definitely expect to see more of them. As always I hope you enjoy!

Summery: Jacob and reader’s relationship has reached a new level of intimacy but questions left unanswered are holding them back from becoming something more. Will Jacob tell them about imprinting, or will he cover it up in hopes that they choose him without feeling an obligation to do so. In other words Jacob is feeling insecure because someone he thought he loved didn’t love him enough *cough cough Bella Swan cough cough* Reader and Jacob get into an kinda argument in this one Did I mention Angst in the warning? It’s only a little, barely even noticeable. Jared and reader have biblical level beef (affectionately)

Also if you couldn’t tell, Embry is my second favorite werewolf right behind Jacob Balck

I hope you like it and don’t think it sucks🤠👍

As you’re packing up your bag to go back home, Jacob invites you to a Wolfpack Bonfire at the beach of La Push. Of course you say yes, but little did you know…it’d change you and Jacob’s relationship forever.

(Basically this part is about you and Jacob making it official and working out the kinks of your relationship. Before Jacob goes full yearning mode on you)

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On the ride to La Push you are in the cab of Jacob’s truck with Emily, Sam (both in the front with Sam driving), Leah, and Seth(sitting in the back with you in the middle). While the rest of the boys including Jacob are in the bed of the truck with the fire wood. Jacob had been watching you warmly from his spot in the bed of the truck, smiling as he watched you talk with Leah and Seth.

“Glad to see you’ve finally moved on from Bella Jacob.” Embry teases him and shoulder bumps Jacob, who immediately looks annoyed. “Yeah no kidding!” Quill agrees sitting across from Jacob. “Your pining was starting to get hard to watch. Like, I felt bad for you.” And the boys laugh and makes sounds of agreement.

“Haha, okay you can all shut up now.” Jacob hisses at them, Embry puts his hands up. “Hey man, don’t take it out on us. We’re just observers.” Then Embry looks at Jacob seriously. “But on a serious note, you’ve always looked happier around (Y/N). It’s about time you realized how much better they are for you. I mean it’s only been horrendously painful to watch you two act like idiots in love.”

“It was nothing like that!” Jacob exclaims. “Oh it wasn’t huh?” Quill pipes up and his tone turns teasing. “Shall we reenact your internal obsessive monologue once more.”

“Oh I hope (Y/N) is okay.” Jared begins as desperation fills his voice. “I hope they don’t think I don’t care about them anymore.” Quill says dramatically. “Oh no what if they hate me now.” Embry whines. “Why didn’t I invite them to hang out more when I had the chance” Jared says and grabs onto Quill shaking him as he speaks. “Maybe I should call them” Embry adds. “Maybe I-“Okay I think he gets the point.” Paul pipes up, cutting Quill off. Paul himself is annoyed listing to them all talk. “But really man,” Paul looks Jacob in the eyes. “It’s that obvious.” And Jacob groans and throws his head back.

“Yeah I think I’m getting that impression.” Jacob says sass dripping from his voice. “Dude you were all over (Y/N) at Emily’s after Paul almost mulled them and Bella. No one could get them to snap out of it but you put a hand on their back and boom.” Jared keeps on going on and on. But Paul doesn’t snap at him, instead he starts to look really guilty.

Jacob begins to blush at that and stammer. “Oh my God.” Quill says watching Jacob’s reaction. “HOLY SHIT YOU LOV-“Keep your fucking voice down dumbass!” Paul hisses, cutting Jared off and saving Jacob’s ‘secret’. “Anyone can hear your loud ass mouth from miles away.”

The boys continue to pick on Jacob for the entire ride, even PAUL joins in at one point. But Jacob can’t help but feel like he deserves it, he spent months lying to himself, telling himself he loved Bella not you. But it never changed anything, and now his more scared then ever.

What did he have to offer you, Jacob isn’t the boy he was before, he isn’t as carefree and honest. He’s lied to you, betrayed you when you needed him, ghosted you for weeks, left you out of the group to spend one on one time with Bella, and you never even once judged him for any of it. And it only made it sting more. Jacob isn’t the kind of monster anyone can love.

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You’re not sure what it is, but you feel this heart-aching sensation in your chest. It’s the kind you feel sympathetically for a person who’s deeply upset. “Weird.” You whisper to yourself. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” Leah asks you her voice is filled with concern as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You look really upset.”

“I’m okay. I promise.” You say reassuringly but Leah isn’t convinced, she lets it go for now. But she keeps an eye on you as you and Seth start talking about how excited you both are for the bonfire.

Sam glances over at his fiancée in the passenger seat, and they share a knowing look. Sam is telepathic after all and he’s Alpha of the pack (ugh🤢 I can’t write the word alpha without cringing). No one can hide something from him for long, not even Jacob Black.

Sam isn’t upset Jacob hid the imprint from him, he’s upset that Jacob hid it from you. He understands why he might, Jacob never really did have the best outlook on the topic on imprinting. Sam can hear what Jacob thinks of himself, and it makes the man grip the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.

Sam isn’t the best leader, he’s painfully aware of that. But he truly cares for every single member of his pack, and he hates when what they are limits them. It should make them proud, not scared or sad.

This is their heritage, their clan’s legacy and he wants them to be proud of what they are and what they can do. They are worriers and protectors, but they are also sons and daughters, family and friends, and they shouldn’t be afraid to be loved. And he is so painfully aware that he is the reason that they are all so scared, he’s let is own failures, fears and shortcomings make them sacred of hurting the people they love the way he hurt Emily.

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There are moments during the Bonfire set up that make everyone in the pack and you forget about vampires and battles. And within that moment, you’re all normal people, teens who still have childish behaviors and like to pick on one another.

Here are some moments that remind you all how beautiful and fun being around friends and loved ones can be. Even tho you roast and pick on one another.

As you walk along the beach of La Push for a bit while the boys unload the wood from Jacob’s truck, and you noice a small mud crab sitting comfortably in the sand. Your eyes begin to gleam with mischievous intent as a mastermind plan forms in your brain.

(If you don’t like crabs or anything you can change it to something you’re more comfortable with. But try to imagine something Jared will HATE)

You walk up to Jared with an evil smile on your face, crab in hand but hidden behind your back. This is going to be glorious. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jared asks, he eyes shine with confusion and a concern for his own safety as you don’t reply. Instead your smile widens as you shove the crab in Jared’s face, the boy immediately starts sprinting away from you screaming his head off as you chase with with the poor crab.

“(Y/N) IM BEING SO FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!!! GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!!” Jared screeches of horror only fuel your resolve to tournament him with the small crustacean. “BUT JARED ITS JUST A LIL CRAB!” You sing song as you continue to chase after him.

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“HE MADE FUN OF ME FOR BRING CAPRISUNS TO THE BONFIRE AND THEN PROCEEDED TO DRINK ALL OF MY CAPRISUNS!!!” Seth shouts, and you’re shocked, you never thought such a sweet boy could look so so very angry. “Sam it’s either you punish him or I beat the shit out of him and both my fits are already up.” Leah says, defending her brother and she looks like she’s about to ripp Jared’s head off.

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“It’s okay because what I lack in brains I make up for in personality.” Jared defends himself after stacking the wood wrong. “Who told you that?” You and Jacob ask him at the same time acting genuinely concerned and the pack laughs at the witty response you and Jacob delivered. “I hate you both.” Jared hisses and you smile and tell him you hate him more. Jacob laughs as he stands there with crossed arms, watching you and Jared argue like siblings.

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“WHAT WAS THE FUCKING PONT OF EATING EACH INDIVIDUAL PART OF THE GOD DAMN S’MORE INSTEAD OF MAKING A FUCKING S’MORE YOU ULTIMATE BITCH!” You watch Quill smile to himself proudly as he has effectively rage baited Paul, sending him into a reasonable crash out about the sanctity of s’mores.

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“When’s the last time you two were here together?” You ask Quill and Embry, they used to go to La Push all the time. “A couple of weeks ago?” Quill offers out the estimate. “Feels like a lifetime.” Embry says with fake desperation as he looks Quill in the eyes and leans in like he’s going to kiss the boy. “EEEWWWW!! STOP TRYING TO FUCKING KISS ME YOU FREAK!!!” Quill screeches as he pulls away from Embry.

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BONFIRE TIME

By the time everything was set up and you all were huddled in a circle by the fire, there was just a sliver of light that could be scene peaking out from the waters. It was significantly colder than you anticipated, but luckily for you Jacob brought a jacket with him just because he knew you’d end up cold. So there you are, sitting on a log with Jacob Balck, in his jacket that smelled like him, laughing and telling stories with the Wolfpack.

“Okay,” Quill begins, “I’m not blowing shit up your ass this is so good.” Quill had his eyes closed eating a properly made s’more. “I’m not sure that’s a saying.” Paul instantly replies as everyone else around the fire is dying laughing. “I’ll tell you what I’m NOT doing is blowing shit up your ass.” Embry says making fun of Quill who is now wheezing and trying to not choke. “It’s smoke.” You manage out through your laughter. “Whatever man I hate this fucking family.” Quill says, beat red and embarrassed, still laughing at himself as he pretends to walk away from the group to never return. By the time he comes back everyone has calmed down, and as soon as he sits they all continue to pick on him.

As Jacob leaves to get more wood for the fire, the topic of imprinting comes up. “What’s imprinting?” You ask, and all the boy look around at each other you notice that the word makes Leah’s face turn sour and Seth’s hand pats his sister comfortingly.

“It’s something that differs for each member of our pack.” Sam begins slowly. “For some of us, it’s a life changing experience, and for others it’s a curse. I’m assuming you’ve heard of soulmates?” Sam looks to you for conformation and you nod your head. “It’s kind of like that, but more. When we imprint on someone, it forms a connection, a bond that cannot be broken or ignored. What it is goes beyond romance or friendship, it’s like…opening your eyes and realizing you’ve lived your who life blind. Stumbling in the darkness and suddenly, there’s light. Whoever we imprint on is that light.”

You think over what happened that night with Jacob, and realized that feeling, those memories and everything that happened. It wasn’t some stressed induced hallucination. It was real, Jacob imprinted on you. “Does Jacob know about imprinting?” You ask, you can’t think of why he wouldn’t tell you for any other reason than him not knowing.

“Does he know about imprinting.” Embry restates your question, laughing to himself. “He’s like the number one hater of imprinting. He says it takes our freedom away from us and our genes convince us to be happy about it.” Embry’s words hit you like a truck, it’s like a bucket of ice cold water is dumped over your head.

Jacob hates imprinting, and he’s imprinted on you, what does this mean for you relationship. Did you unknowingly force him into kissing you just because you wanted him to. You feel like you’re going to be sick and stand up to walk across the beach.

“Hey wait-“Let them go. They need time to think.” Sam tells Leah and she eyes him suspiciously. “You know something don’t you?” Leah accuses and Sam sighs. “It’s not my secret to share.” Sam says simply.

“Where is (Y/N) going? What happened?” Jacob immediately starts questioning the group once he returns.

“We were just talking about imprinting and they got really pale and ran off.” Jared says simply not thinking anything of it. “Shit.” Jacob mumbles to himself before dropping the wood and running after you.

“Huh? Anyone else confused about what the hell all of that was about.” Quill’s face is full of confusion as he watching Jacob run after you. “I think I’ve got an idea.” Embry internally winces at the thought that maybe Jacob imprinted on you and they spilled the beans before he could.

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“(Y/N)!” Jacob yells after you, you’re about 30ft away from the bonfire by the time he catches up to you. “What hap-“Why wouldn’t you tell me about this Jacob.” You ask as desperation fill your voice as you spin around to face Jacob. “Is it because I’m not her?” Your voice cracks and Jacob’s pained face twist to one of pure horror. “Of course not-“Then why…why hide this. Are you ashamed of me, did us kidding mean nothing to you? Was it just some type of distraction?!” Jacob hates how small and desperate for answers you look right now. Jacob would never be ashamed of you, never. “(Y/N) I just wanted you to have a choice. I wanted you to not feel obligated to be with me because I imprinted on you.” Jacob says imprinted like the very word leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Suddenly you feel like you’re going to throw up. “The imprint showed us what we mean to one another.” Your voice cracks as bitterness fills your throat. “I’ve waited years for you. I waited patiently, I accepted the possibility that you might’ve never wanted me the way I wanted you. I was always there when you needed me. Why would you ever think I wouldn’t want you, Jacob.” Jacob doesn’t say anything, he just stares at the sand in silence and you watch in horror as his tears fall onto it.

“Jacob…loving you is a blessing to my life, but it’s also one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I want to make you happy, I want to be the reason you smile. But I can’t do that if you continue to shut me out.” You say and Jacob nods silently. You want him to scream or shout or do anything but he just stands there. Sad, heartbreakingly small and broken looking. “I’m going to take a walk down the beach. Come find me when you’re finally ready to talk to me about this.” You say, knowing that you both need to think about everything that’s happened today.

“Okay.” He whispers out. And you turn around and walk down the beach, sobbing softly into the darkness.

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(I shit you not as I was writing this confession scene Champagne Coast by Blood Orange came on and it made this so much sweeter.)

You sit in the sand and reply what you said over and over again. You feel cruel and pathetic for saying those things to Jacob, you made him cry. But he made you cry too. Sometimes people need to learn how to communicate their feelings before the situation gets blown out of proportion. You’re guilty for this, pretending that Jacob’s actions didn’t sting, like it didn’t kill you inside to know Bella came first over and over again. You don’t want to be some placeholder, you don’t want to be who he wants just because he can’t have her.

So you sit there, dissociated from reality, holding your knees to your chest and staring off into nothingness. You feel numb and disembodied as you mull over your words and actions, and think of thousand different things you could’ve done better.

Once again it’s that same impossibly warm hand on your back and that same breath upon your right ear that pulls you back into reality, the on that tethers you to the earth once more, the one that brings you back from the deep suffocating ocean of your own mind.

You’ve parked yourself a long ways away from the bonfire up the beach. “I’m sorry, I never wanted you to feel like that…I just wanted-I wanted you to have a choice. Without feeling like you had to choose me because of some ancient wolf thing.” Jacob repeats says, sincerely and so bitterly as he rubs circles against your back that sooth your aching soul.

He wants you to want him for him, not for the sake of his sanity or his soul. But because you feel something when you look at him, because you care weather he stays or goes. He wants you to want him to have and to hold, he wants you to tell him that he’s the only person that you want. That you want to have him and never let him feel lonely.

Jacob sits next to you in the sand with his arms on his knees, and you lean your head on his shoulder. He sucks in a breath and breathes out shaky. “I’m sorry,” he begins. “I want to protect you. I want to keep you in my life, but I also wanted you to have a chance to live a normal happy apple pie life. You can’t have that with me.” Jacob’s voice is sad and soft, and it makes your insides twist. “Have you ever considered…that maybe I don’t want an apple pie life.” Your voice is soft as you move your head to look at his face. “All I want is you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Jacob turns and looks you in the eyes, you lift your head off his shoulders and your to your body towards him. Now sitting on your knees in the sand, you bring your hands up to cradle his face in them. “I thought you could’ve seen that…” you whisper as you stroke Jacob’s cheek, the look in his eyes steals the breath from within your lungs. He’s looking at you as if you mean more than anything else around you. “That night when the imprint happened, I saw myself through your eyes. I thought the same thing happened to you, I thought you knew what I feel for you.” You’re leaning forward now, letting your nose brush against Jacob’s, and you swear you hear him whine. “I love you, more than anything.” Your voice is full of emotion as you pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I would know you blind, by touch alone. I would know you by how you breaths came against my skin.” And Jacob’s breath hitches, he closes his eyes and wills himself to speak. “You have no idea how much I love you.” Jacob whispered as he turns his body to face yours. He’s on his knees now too and his hands rest on your hips as he puts his forehead against yours. “You the only thing in my life that brings me peace. You’re the light when I’m lost in the dark, and warmth when I shiver in the cold. I’ve never been good with words, but I want you to know.” Jacob’s voice breaks off at the end and his hands slide up to rest on your waist. “To me…to me you are all and more. I don’t want to ever be somewhere where you can’t follow. I want you to be with me, in this life and whatever follows next. It kills me to know I made you think I was ashamed you were my imprint.” He whispers out as if it physically pains him. “You are so beautiful, and smart, and passionate and so fucking patient.” Jacob laughs out softly. “You are everything to me, you are the very air that I breathe. I promise to show you the deep well of my devotion, till your sick and tired of me.” Not good with words my ass you think to yourself as you laugh out breathlessly. It’s like a weight has been lifted, and you smile as you wrap your arms around Jacob’s neck and let one hand thread through his hair.

“Sweet talker.” You laugh out weakly, and Jacob chuckles tiredly. And he doesn’t kiss you, he pulls you into a bear hug of an embrace instead. He grips you tightly and breathes you in as he burrows his head into the curve of your neck. And you hold him as close as possible, a tenderness beyond your whildest dreams fills the very depths of your souls. And you both sit there, listening to each other’s breathing. This kind of intimacy reaches beyond the act of kissing, simply holding each other and basking in each others company. It mends the holes ripped into your hearts from every moment the two of you suffered apart from one another.

And there, in your arms, Jacob feels whole and complete. He feels like more then just some monster, he feel the love you possess for him, the devotion, the tenderness, every ounce of his body and soul buzzes with electric energy. And something deep inside of Jacob heals, a wound that’s been bleeding and burning for months.

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You both return to the bonfire hand in hand and are greeted by cheering. “THANK FUCK YOURE BOTH FINALLY TOGETHER I WAS ABOUT TO LOOSE MY SHIT IF I HAD TO SPEND ANOTHER 5 MONTHS-“JARED!!!!” Paul practically screams as he grabs hold of the boy. “Shut the fuck up and let them be happy!”

“Hey what’s going on???” Jared asks confused as fuck as the scene fades to black

The writer is ending this part because their thumbs are starting to hurt and they need to force themselves to stop writing.

I’ve officially lost my marbles

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Guys, I cannot tell you how much I struggled with this part. I’m so sleep deprived rn but I finished it.

I pray y’all like it because I spent wayyyy too much time on it. I’m sorry it’s so long.

Thank you for reading this far! Part 7 will be shorter and have more Wolfpack and lighthearted moments. It’ll be about the rest of the time at the Bonfire and then I’ll write more parts that follow the plot line after.

Feel free you request anything you’d like to see in future parts as a reward for putting up with my shitty writing skills<3

Love ya🫶

Part 7

[archangeldyke-all]

okay i’ve seen people talk about werewolf sevika but what about werecat sevika like she gives off such cat vibes she’s an introvert who so would love sitting by her window or on her porch watching things also i’ve always headcanoned that she literally purrs when you scratch her head so werecat sev just makes sense to me

YES i fucking LOVE THIS

this is what i think sevika would look like in cat form btw hehehehehe (send me cats u think sevika would look like too! i want to see all ur ideas)

men and minors dni

it all starts with a loose lab-cat. singed had pumped the thing with shimmer and underestimated its strength. he returned to the lab the next morning to a broken glass cage, quickly followed by hissing and hollering coming from the bar.

sevika stepped on the cat's tail where it had been sleeping beneath a table. in return, the cat sunk it's claws into sevika's calf-- four deep scratches running down her leg-- dripping half blood red, half shimmer pink.

singed told her she'd be okay.

he told her to go home and sleep it off and that she'd be fine.

singed is a fucking liar.

the next full moon, sevika turns into a cat.

not a panther, or a lion, or a fucking tiger or something cool. a fucking house cat. and a tiny one too.

she didn't tell anyone. who could she tell? singed would just try to strap her to a lab table and start experimenting on her. silco would probably just laugh. jinx might be her best bet if she wanted answers, but she fears that jinx would do something horrible like pet her or something.

so she just... deals with it.

the more full moons that pass, the more used to it she gets, and the more she can transform herself at will without the moon's powers.

she kinda likes being a cat. it's useful as fuck in the undercity, with all it's steep walls and drop-offs. it gives her crystal clear vision, even in the deepest darkest streets; it gives her great instincts, even in her human form, and...

there's nothing quite like finding a stray beam of sun and curling up for a few minutes to snooze on a peaceful day. both in her human and cat form.

which is how she meets you.

you live on a high floor of a big apartment building in the lanes. it's miserable climbing up and down the stairs multiple times a day, but the nice thing about it is you're high up enough to get some direct sunlight in your home for a good few hours a day.

you don't have a cat-- your landlord would kill you. but you keep a two little pots of catnip and catgrass growing on your fire-escape, a little tin of water and some tuna or chicken when you've got scraps to spare.

you've got a few cats that come to visit you a few times a week, all varying levels of friendly.

the white stray visits every afternoon to snack on your plants, sometimes bringing a skinny orange friend along with her. you let them be, watching fondly through the window as they groom each other.

there's a fat tuxedo cat that you know has an owner somewhere in the neighborhood, that seems to know when you set out food scraps-- always there in a flash to gobble them up. he's friendly as hell, meowing incessantly at your window until you open it up for him and let him come in to get pets for a few hours before returning home for dinner.

there's a new litter of calico kittens you've caught sight of. you think there's five or six separate kitties, but you can never keep track because they grow so and change so much between your sightings of them.

and then there's your newest visitor.

she's a unique cat, silver eyes, only three legs, her left front leg missing completely. there's blue scratches running down her left side, shimmering in the sun when the wind blows her fur away enough for you to see them.

and she doesn't eat any of your plants, or drink any of your water. most of the time, you come home and find her sleeping in a ray of sun. and every time when she wakes up and realizes you're home, the cat will jump up on your windowsill and simply watch you; her tail twitching occasionally in the wind, purring loud enough for you to hear through the little window as her silver eyes follow your every movement inside.

.....

sevika's fucked.

she's so, so, so fucked.

she's been fucking stabbed, twice, and she's loosing blood so quickly that she's starting to see spots.

the men who stabbed her are chasing her, and she's leaving a trail of blood right to herself. no matter how fast she runs, she's not going to lose them.

she's so woozy that she almost forgets that she's got fucking magical powers. she ducks into an alley and quickly transforms, before sprinting away. that takes care of those idiots beating her to death-- but it doesn't change the fact that sevika's dying.

she doesn't know where to go.

the last drop is way too far for her to get there before she bleeds out. she's got no friends in this neighborhood-- and people down here don't have the spare time, money, or sympathy for a dying street cat.

wait.

she knows someone who likes street cats.

someone sweet, and pretty, and always smiling and talking to her like she can speak human language. she can, but she knows your other cat visitors can't-- and it just makes her like you all the more- - the idea of you talking to some clueless cat, just like you talk to her.

she makes it to your fire escape just before her three legs give out.

and while her vision starts to fade completely, the clouds overhead move and a beam of sun shines down on her, the smell of your cat plants wafting over her as the wind blows.

well, sevika supposes. if i'm gonna die i guess this is the nicest place to do it.

you come home and find a dead woman on your fire escape... which isn't a total surprise in this neighborhood.

it's only when you go out to prod at her that you get really freaked out-- because she's not dead, just barely breathing.

you scramble to pull the woman inside your apartment, spreading her out on your bed and nearly throwing up at the sight of two deep stab wounds in her sides.

you've got some shimmer stored in your medicine cabinet in case of emergencies, and you quickly slide the liquid down her throat before scrambling to find something to stitch her side together with.

you aren't sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she starts blinking awake, groaning in pain and weakly trying to shove you away from her wounds.

"hey hey hey, wake up." you say, shaking her shoulders. she grunts and scrunches her face up. when her eyes blink open, your stomach twists.

you've never seen eyes that silver besides on the cat that comes to visit you. they're different on a person. much more attractive.

"uh..." you say, trailing off for a second suddenly realizing that the woman beneath you is very naked. and now that you're looking at her, the blue scars on her left side seem awfully familiar. you clear your throat. "uh, wake up." you say again, gently smacking her cheek.

she gasps awake when you start stitching up her second wound. "fuck!" she shouts. and then, she seems to process where she is. "fuck." she says.

you gulp. "uh, i'll get you a blanket." you offer.

sevika nods numbly as you-- the woman she's been shamelessly peeping on for the past year-- stumble out of your bedroom.

"i thought you were dead, honestly, and then you started moving and i got really freaked out. gave you some shimmer-- i hope you don't mind." you ramble as you walk back into your room, throwing a blanket over sevika. "is there anyone i should call for or...?"

"you're even prettier up close." she says. then she cringes.

fuck she didn't mean to say that. it must be the blood loss. and the shimmer. and your pretty eyes.

"uh..." sevika watches as you start to back away like you're scared, and she huffs before she gathers all her energy and transforms into her cat form. "what the fuck?!" you squawk as the woman in front of you disappears in thin air.

and then, a little lump under the covers starts to move.

and the three legged silver eyed cat comes crawling out, two new wounds on her side.

"what the fuck?" you ask, immedietly reaching forward to pet the cat in front of you. you don't consider that the cat is a woman-- it's your natural instinct-- you see a cat, you pet it.

but then the woman's back and your hand is in her hair and she's blushing all the way down to her tits which you can see because she's still naked.

"wha--"

"i'm sevika."

"hi, sevika." you giggle, slightly hysterical. sevika's blush gets even darker. "i'm--"

"i know." she cuts you off, then bites her lip in embarrassment and presses her head harder against your hand, like she's a cat. well, you suppose she kinda is. "i... sorry for stumbling into your life like this. i thought if i died as a cat i died in real life." sevika shrugs. "guess the whole nine lives thing is true, though."

"i don't--"

"i can leave, if you give me a pair of sweats or someth--"

"no!" you squeak. sevika smiles, and now you're embarrassed. "i-i mean... you're injured. you should stay until you're better..." sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "plus... you're kinda cute."

she grins. "as a cat or...?"

"fuck off." you giggle, crawling into bed beside her. "you've fucking... been watching me for a year! it's only fair i get to interrogate you, too, you creep."

"i-i'm not a creep!"

"you've seen me naked!"

"you didn't seem to mind at the time..." sevika pouts.

you can't believe how ridiculous this whole fucking situation is. sevika's blood drying into your mattress underneath the pair of you, but her skin is becoming more vibrant as the shimmer works through her system, flashes of pink sparkling in her silver eyes. she's practically purring as you scratch her scalp. you burst into laughter, and sevika grins up at you.

when you finally catch your breath, you shake your head and look down at the only sorta-stranger beneath you. "so, what are you... a werecat, or something?"

sevika groans before bursting into laughter with you.

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[serra-says]

Fabian in Leviathan being ill with two levels of exhaustion and being grilled by his friends. his not wanting to fight Whitclaw the night after nearly being murdered by the illithid captain, being doused in the ocean and contracting pneumonia is met with Riz's comment of "This is real Gilear energy."

Fabian being cornered to talk about his experience and talking about his insecurities, "—Honestly I probably have one follower who's running around, he's not even mine, he's my father's, just like everything else I have," and "He's just going to murder all of you, and I'm going to feel awful—" and Kristen interrupting by slapping him.

Fabian being hurt and sick and upset, slapped by one of his closest friend for verbalising his despair while the rest of their group watches, and being told by Kristen "Fabian Aramais Seacaster, we need you, okay. We brought one Gilear, we made that mistake, we did not mean to bring two."

the first action after this being Fig, scrambling to cast Suggestion on Gilear to tell him to believe in himself because "a lot of mean stuff is being said." Kristen saying she needs to direct that at Fabian.

just. imagining being so out of your mind scared, vulnerable, unwell, being cornered to talk and watching your friends debate casting a spell on you just so you stop having your feelings and can go back to being of use to them. being physically hurt for being mentally scrambled. knowing Adaine's panic attacks were treated with grace and understanding but being pushed beyond your capabilities when it's you being terrified.

airing your insecurities of being tied to your father's name and fearing that the only reason you are here, that you have friends, the thing that makes you worth anything is being your father's son. having Adaine say "That's the least likable thing about you." having Riz say "It's pretty insufferable sometimes." having Fig say "Yeah, it's kinda like get over it, you know." knowing it's the one thing that you announce yourself with, that matters to you more than anything in the world, regardless of whether it's good or bad.

having your friend's werewolf girlfriend, who is an acquaintance of yours at best, be the first and only one in this circle to offer up a kind word, suggesting it's bad to shout at a depressed person, and hearing it be dismissed instantly by your best friends saying you can't be depressed because that's a long-term thing, and that your life rules 95% of the time. that your friends justify their yelling at you because you've only had "one bad day." a "vaguely mediocre day," even.

hearing your friends blame you for going off on your own, and tell you that that's why you got hurt. it's your own fault for having rando's instead of your friends.

knowing that, should he ever be ill, or scared, or hurt again in the future, there will be no compassion, from either his party members or anyone else. knowing all that is in his future is being slapped, or having his experiences downplayed, or instead your least likeable characteristics being brought up. no one will extend a kind hand because they've determined on their own that your life is too good for you to be sad about it.

no wonder Fabian doesn't ask them for help, in senior year. no wonder he lives in his mansion, alone, never reaching out or asking them to take his fear of rats seriously. not asking them for help with Chungledown Bim (which is a whole new can of worms what with the new show coming up). Kristen, Adaine and Fig have Jawbone and Sandra Lynn and Lydia and even Gilear occasionally available. Gorgug has his parents. Riz has Sklonda, who despite being busy still makes time to spend time with him. Fabian has absentee parents, a faraway maid and dismissive friends. he has an empty house filled with memorabilia from seafaring trips bearing his father's name. he has his father's name, too. that's all he has. it all comes back to this. it always will.

[youronlydarlin]

Hi dolly!:) silly idea, have you ever tried writing for the hybrid cod guys? Ie: dragon hybrid price or werewolf hybrid soap, not a Request, I just think their neat. Also, probably good for Halloween as it's nearly October!

warning: none. Crack and fluff kinda, hybrid tf141

Ah of course, writing for hybrid cod is tradition at this point

Romantic bits aside. I like to think that each of them are annoying in their own special way. Intentional or not.

For starters, DragonHybrid! Price just reeks off burning wood. No matter how many times he's taken a shower, –no matter how long too!– he always ends up smelling the same. Like a fuckin' pizza oven.

Must be because he's half dragon– you'd think, so you can't really hold it against him. But out comes the second problem, which what seems to be his unhealthy relationship with cigars. What good does he have for temporary, man-made, chemical smoke, when he can produce his own. More natural, more efficient, and quicker too. But alas. It's just one of those cases where you try one thing once, then you find yourself doing it all the time, over and over.

You love the guy, really, you do. But getting any closer than 5 feet would set fire to your lungs, a guaranteed visit to the nurse's office. Doesn't help that kissing him feels like swallowing a dozen lit matches.

While Price's stench is still somewhat tolerable. WerewolfHybrid! Soap's constant howling at the moon might just make you consider transferring to another task force. Unfortunately for you, you also love his stupid face too much to do that. Sigh, the things you do for love. He just can't seem to get enough of that stupid fucking rock floating in the ink of night. Like he was some desperate firefly, who can't reach the light of a bulb. Well, at least he'd be a very handsome firefly.

But oh he cries for it, howls for it, and makes everyone suffer because of it. Heartless monter. A part of you thinks that he's just feeding into the cliché –that his kind is unable to resist that shiny ball of white floating about the dark sky– and the other wonders if he just Palov'ed himself into doing that by accident, and now can't quit.

Next up is your dear HarpyHybrid! Gaz, darling boy he is. He's not much of a nuisance save for the occasional stray feathers you'd find scattered all over the damned base. He has no control over it.

Besides, it's not too much of a problem on most days, but if you're unlucky enough to catch him on a bad mood you'll be left with more feathers than the ones you ordered to clean. And if you happen to hit a very specific nerve he might just ask a favor from his bird friends to shit on your car. Or your head. Whatever quells his thirst chaos at the moment. Is that a new suit? Well it's definitely not gonna smell like one anymore, baby!!

Very petty, and pretty would be the top description for your love.

Lastly we have WraithHybrid! Ghost. Who definitely lives up to his call sign. Never brings shame to it. He haunts the halls like he gets paid to do it, said he'd love for that to be the case. But no. The prick just can't be bothered to alert anyone of his presence.

You'd feel him before you see him. Unexpected taps to the shoulder has you jumping out of skin, and bumping to an invisible body never fails to bring a chill up your spine.

But when you do see him? On the dead of night? Out to get a snack? Ohh, lucky you, if you're a horror fanatic because the worn out material of his mask. That soulless skull. It's enough to give the boogeyman nightmares. Scare the monsters out from under your bed. You'd be glad that it was just skeletons in your closet, and not his dark, grim, saturnine, figure.

The last thing you needed from that was the introduction of the bane of your very tired existence, or as others would call it, "the swear jar". Price was just looking to take advantage of your very consistent "Oh fuck!'s towards Ghost.

a/n: I forgot how much I loved writing. I missed all of you so much.

yours, truly

–Dolly

[baphmochii]

Random Thought #3:

[Been a hot minute since I last wrote a random lil' thought onto my blog, ofc it's about our man Sal. This thought has been coming to mind.. A LOT lately and I'm kinda loving it, heh.]

. . .

What if.. Sal had chest hair?

➤ To get this out off my chest, I don't think Sal would have a beard considering it doesn't make sense nor is it.. possible for him. I can see Sal having slight stuble on the none-scared part of his face (left side) like if he's too lazy to shave, haha.

➤ Hear me out.. Sal with chest hair, preferably much older Sally - around his mid or late twenties and so on. It's obvious his father (Henry) seems to be quite the hairy guy so maybe Sal inherited some of those genetics from his pops.

➤ Sal isn't overly hairy on his chest, not like werewolf levels of hairy, lol but was thinking as an example: Brahms Heelshire (The Boy). If anyone can see my vision with this and get a good understanding of it as well, thank you. I am horrid at trying to properly explain I'd have to flat out draw Sal with his mighty chest hair, lmao.

➤ Hairy man Sal just.. awakens something inside of me, y'know? Obviously, I can see him with some arm, leg, and underarm hair but the happy trail on that man and just something about Sal having a hairy chest drives me up a wall. (I HAVE to draw it).

➤ At first, Sal didn't care much for his hairy chest, thinking about shaving it off to have that smooth feel again but once you had told him how much you loved it on him - he quit shaving his chest. Sal loves the way you feel him up too, he finds it arousing yet comforting, he loves when you touch him whether it be his face or hands - the man loves your touch.

➤ Sal also finds it incredibly adorable how you'll shove your face in his chest, he loves when the two of you are cuddling and of course you're lying on top of him - face buried in his furry chest slightly dozing off while your arms are wrapped around him. Every so often he'll glance down at you, a smile on his handsome scared face as he rubs your back before turning his attention back to whatever he's watching on the television in your guy's shared bedroom.

➤ Now, I do not see young adult Sal (18-19) having much of a hairy chest, for my vision around these ages he doesn't start growing chest hair until he's hitting his twenties like some hairs here and there, if that makes sense. By the time this man is 26-30 and so on.. the mans.. GROWN ASS MAN. Larry kind of gets jealous a bit from it, older bro jealous that younger bro's got hairs on his chest (and bigger muscles lol) thought that'd be funny.

➤ Sal doesn't really take his shirt off often whether he's indoors or outdoors, I feel like it's every once in awhile when it's too hot or something. I feel like Sal would wear (obviously) his icon long sleeve shirt or a regular shirt or some tank he has lying around his room, the times he doesn't wear a shirt you can't really take your eyes off your man. I'll leave whatever thoughts you'd have of him to the imagination, lol.

➤ Regardless of his body type whether it's muscular or dad bod Sally with a hairy chest you'd still be all over him in a heartbeat, you'd be on him so much he'll have to keep a crowbar on him at all times to get you off of him when needed, lmao.

. . .

[That's all I got unfortunately.. it isn't the best random ass thought for tonight but.. it's something I suppose and I hardly see any Sal stuff on here anymore which makes me sad.. I wanna have more fics of my darling husband.]

[patolemus]

Here’s a little thing that’s been bugging me for a few weeks.

Summary: Stiles is a demon. This is common knowledge. At least, he was under the impression that this is common knowledge. He should have known better than to trust Derek Hale to figure it out.

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Look, in his defense, Stiles was sure they knew. At least, he was sure Derek knew, and if Derek knew, then the rest of the pack knew. That’s just kind of how it works, when they aren’t hiding threats from each other.

(He’s not pointing fingers. It’s just that Stiles sometimes gets fucking tired when the pack does not tell him shit and then he ends up having to figure it all out by himself so they don’t get themselves killed. It wasn’t funny the first time Scott tried it back in sophomore year. It hasn’t gotten any funnier since.)

(Alright, so he is pointing fingers. Sue him.)

Stiles is a demon. And okay, before anyone gets mad and starts saying shit like ‘no he’s not, he’s just a bit chaotic’, he… well, Stiles will admit to being chaotic as a general rule, but that is more of a character choice. He’s being for real when he says he’s a demon.

His parents couldn’t have children. It’s just how it goes sometimes. But Claudia was a very powerful witch, and she knew a thing or two about making pacts with demons. So when the doctors told her she could not carry any children, she figured the next step was obviously to summon a creature from down below and make a deal with it in exchange for a child.

That’s where Stiles comes in.

Claudia probably wasn’t expecting a demon child to come to her when she did her summoning, but personally? Stiles thinks she lucked out. Stiles is a friendly demon, as far as those go, and his policy regarding humans is more ‘see what makes them tick’ rather than ‘make them burst into flames spontaneously’, so all in all, she could have done a lot worse.

So that’s kind of how he ends up as Stiles Stilinski, son of John and Claudia Stilinski. Claudia and John are the only ones that know Stiles’ true name, though only Claudia can say it right. John tries his best, but they all collectively decide that Mischief is a rather good alternative.

In exchange for being the best son anyone could have, Stiles gets to spend an unspecified amount time on the mortal realm. Claudia doesn’t put any restrictions on him, on the understanding that Stiles can’t go and kill people for kicks. Annoying them is fair game, though.

That’s fine. Stiles has never been particularly interested in needless violence. He’d much rather learn everything there is to know about humans. Such interesting creatures. Truly fascinating.

And that’s how he spends the next twelve years of his life. He makes one singular friend - humans tend to get this instinctual need to get away from demons, but Scott doesn’t have any survival instincts at all, so it works out fine - and spends most of his time enjoying the admittedly mundane life of a human child.

Stiles knows there’s a pack of werewolves living in town, but he never runs into them, and then they die in that terribly suspicious fire and the survivors leave. The town quiets down a lot after that, and Stiles tries not to mourn the loss too badly. The energy they gave off was very pleasant.

Then the werewolves come back to town.

Stiles doesn’t intent to get involved. He doesn’t. He’s a demon, he doesn’t care for mortal affairs no matter how amusing they are. So he doesn’t do anything when he feels the presence of an Alpha in Beacon Hills after seven years. A not his circus not his monkeys kinda situation. But then Scott gets turned into a werewolf, and Stiles doesn’t care for mortal affairs but he does care about Scott, so really, it was inevitable.

There’s also Derek Hale. Derek Hale with his lickable abs and his chiseled scowly face and that angryhurtsadmiserable aura of his. Stiles acuses him of murder, Derek shoves him into walls. How is Stiles supposed to not become completely obsessed?

Anyways.

Stiles isn’t sure how he ended up in a pack of werewolves of all things - demons are lonely creatures, they don’t get packs - but he can probably blame Scott for that. It’s pretty alright, even if he gets dragged into every possible supernatural matchup imaginable. At least no one is busting out the holy water. Not that it would work, that’s a myth. Stiles had that phase as a kid where he went to church every Sunday morning and received the sacrament of Eucharist just for kicks. His dad didn’t find it funny, but Stiles still thinks it’s fucking hilarious. Now he uses the name of Jesus Christ every time he can. It’s blasphemous and Stiles thinks it’s hilarious too.

Back to the point, Stiles never bothered to hide he’s a demon. He doesn’t advertise it, of course, but he doesn’t go out of his way to mask his scent or whatever. He’s powerful enough that he can take on mostly anything that comes find him. So he thought Derek knew, and was just being chill about it and not mentioning it.

Apparently not.

The bitten wolves, he could understand. They still mix up deer and rabbit after years of being bitten when they’re running in the preserve. But Derek’s a born wolf. He was trained since he was a kid, and it’s not like demons are hard to sniff out. Hell clings to Stiles like a second skin.

Well, it turns out Derek is the ultimate failwolf, because after four years, he still had no idea. It takes a run in with another demon - this one does like to set humans on fire, unfortunately, so Stiles has to banish it back to Hell - and even then Stiles has to practically spell it out for him. Stiles is only a bit disappointed in him. Mostly, he’s still a bit confused on how Derek even missed it in the first place.

“Dude, can’t you smell it?” he asks, and they’re alone in the loft because everyone else has gone out to buy celebratory donuts while they try to get the scorch marks off Derek’s wall. It’s not going as well as they hoped.

Instead of an answer, or a growl, which is his primary method of communication, Derek does something unexpected and fucking—blushes.

Huh. Okay.

Wait, no. Not okay. What?

“It’s not considered polite to act on the way people smell, Stiles,” and Derek’s voice is strangled, like it hurts him to get the words out. He’s always been bad at talking but Jesus Christ, this is excessive.

(Heh. Jesus Christ. It will never not be funny.)

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve sniffed out other supernatural creatures or people’s intentions. It’s what you do. Other than rip out throats and creep around my window, obviously,” Derek’s scowl makes an appearance - there it is, Stiles was getting worried for a second - looking back at the scorched wall like it’s going to magically clean itself with the power of his rage.

Stiles could probably do something like that. Maybe. His magic is chaotic on a good day, so he can’t really call it reliable. Destructive, definitely. Offensive, if he has to pick between that and defense. Stiles is terrible at that.

He’s really getting off track here.

“That’s different. You’re not a supernatural creature,” Derek says stubbornly and what?

“What?”

“What,” it’s impressive how he always manages to ask questions that don’t sound like questions.

“What do you mean, I’m not a supernatural creature? Are you—“ Stiles looks at his Alpha with narrowed eyes, mouth open mid sentence as it finally downs on him that they’re talking about very different things. “What did you think I meant when I asked you if you smelt it?”

Derek stubbornly refuses to say anything. That’s fine. Stiles is the king of stubborn, he can out-stubborn anyone at any given time.

“Tell me,” he presses. Derek doesn’t say anything. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—“

“Jesus fuck, Stiles, fine!” heh. Stiles knew he’d break. “I was smelling that you’re horny. All the time.”

That— that’s not what Stiles was expecting. Um. Okay. So things got awkward very fucking quickly.

“Oh,” he says, and now he sounds strangled because he thought he’d kept that little tidbit of information hidden quite nicely. It turns out Derek was just being polite about it.

God, does it mean the betas can smell it too? Oh, no, no no no no.

(Heh. God. Stiles is so funny.)

(He really has to stop unfocusing like this.)

Stiles is officially mortified. Turns out even demons get prudish after spending so much time in the mortal realm. Who knew? It’s okay, Stiles will just find the nearest bridge to throw himself off from. If he has any luck he’ll die instantly and won’t get back to Hell so he doesn’t have to live with this knowledge forever.

“It’s okay. I know it’s not personal or anything,” Derek’s still not looking at him. He’s grabbed back his rag and is valiantly rubbing away at the wall. Stiles doesn’t have the heart to tell him that if the mark hasn’t come out already, it probably never will. He’d know, he’s burned plenty of walls before.

By accident, if his dad ever asks.

“That’s fine and all, only it’s very personal,” and Stiles is just making a bigger hole to bury himself in, but his mouth is faster than his brain. It’s an ongoing issue. “You don’t think I’m horny all the fucking time, right? I mean, demons do have that hyper hormonal stage at my age but assuming it’s all the time is a bit excessive. I’m not a succubus. This is completely a you thing.”

Derek’s face does that thing where it pinches in between his eyebrows and his eyes narrow a bit, lips pressed together tightly. It’s his Stiles Just Said Something Deeply Upsetting face. He uses it a lot.

Alright, time to backtrack.

“It’s really okay that you don’t feel the same. Really, I get it. I wouldn’t feel the same about me either. So let’s just ignore I ever said anything, and we can go back to trying to clean this up even if we both know it’s not going to come out,” he offers Derek his most winning smile. Derek’s face just gets even more pinched.

Stiles’ senses are pretty dulled here on the mortal realm, but he doesn’t need them to know his Alpha is probably very pissed. At him, specifically.

So it’s Tuesday, then.

Stiles takes a step back, just as a precaution. He doesn’t think Derek will throw him against a wall - he stopped doing that a couple of years ago. Stiles refuses to acknowledge he kinda misses it - but you can never be too cautious. And Stiles did kind of just confess his undying horniness for him.

Imagine if he’d also told the guy he’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. That would have gone fantastically. Not.

“You’re a demon?” Derek’s voice comes out more high pitch than Stiles has ever heard it. He’s surprised. Why is he surprised? This is what they were talking about, before Stiles stuck a foot in his mouth. “Since when?”

“Since always? Seriously dude, can’t you smell it?”

It’s like they’re back in square one.

So. Turns out Derek truly had no idea Stiles is a demon. No wonder he’d looked like Stiles had grown a second head when he banished that fiend back to Hell.

On the good side, Derek apparently also returns his feelings, after they go in circles a few more times and Stiles gets across that he’s not just horny, he’s in love. A happy ending, in Stiles’ opinion.

(“How did you end up as the son of the Sheriff anyway? Is he a demon, too?”

“Hmn? Oh, no. My mom just did this summoning ritual for a Prince of Hell to get them a child, and I showed up. It was kind of a two for one deal,” he waves his hand dismissively.

“You’re a what?”

Oh, boy. Stiles knew he was forgetting something.)

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hi. can you rec fics on forced marriage? im kinda obsessed with them having to marry because of a contract or idk any other reason. thanks

Hi there! I haven’t read many but these are great:

Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me by toomuchplor (E, 8k)

Underneath it all, the truth is that Harry isn't actually being selfless or altruistic in any of this.

Two Houses by tackytiger (E, 11k)

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently? Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

The Matchmaker's Spell by Kbrick (E, 20k)

Thanks to a spell cast over all of wizarding Britain, Draco is forced to marry Harry Potter, who still hates him. But Draco refuses to live a cold, sexless existence, choosing to fill the emptiness in his life and his bed with a parade of lovers. And while Harry may not be able to stand Draco, he despises seeing him with anyone else.

House Proud by astolat (M, 23k)

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

what husbands are for by softlystarstruck (E, 52k)

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

That Old Black Magic by bixgirl1 (E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

When Times are Dire by aibidil (E, 130k)

Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

The Marriage of True Minds by Lomonaaeren (E, 204k)

Lucius curses Harry and Draco into a forced marriage. They're only required to live together, not be together, and so they try to date other people. But over time, things change.

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In all my teen wolf fics, I ALWAYS make Derek 19 in s1. There are multiple reasons why. One, I can't justify his weird antisocial stalker behavior otherwise, two, it makes more sense narratively, and three, I don't feel comfortable with Sterek if there's a larger age gap.

A 19 year old Derek being fucking scared out of his mind and struggling with the loss of his sister, but desperately trying to play it cool and aloof while having no idea how to actually talk to people is something I can completely understand. Like, yes, he's absolutely a creepy stalker at times, but he genuinely has good intentions, (and, in my fics, he's a stupid teenager too) He can be rude and insulting, and threatens Stiles and Scott multiple times, but that doesn't change the fact he doesn't want Stiles and Scott to actually get hurt. Derek's still actively protecting them, despite all the honestly kinda terrible things they say and do to him (mostly s1, it's a shit show, so I don't hold it against any of them too much, and I don't blame Stiles and Scott for being harsh at times, they were scared and didn't know Derek at all, I'd be scared too)

I think Derek's a little less mature due to his trauma, honestly. For starters, he was hiding in new York for 5-6 years with just his sister, and it seems like that's the extent of the social interaction he got. He never really had to learn how to talk to humans, since he just had his family of werewolves, who are experts at reading people and especially each other (being able to smell feelings and all) so yeah, of course Derek has no clue how to actually talk to Stiles and Scott. Secondly, he blames himself for the fire (and pretty much everything else, from what I remember) that would absolutely fuck you up, thinking you're responsible for your whole family's deaths. His anchor is literally anger, he's constantly punishing himself. Like, no wonder he's such an asshole. Thirdly, he has no trust in humans whatsoever (and I don't blame him) so yeah, he gave Stiles and Scott extremely vague answers and wouldn't elaborate on anything, because the last time he was open with a human, his entire family died. It's obvious in the way he talks to Scott about Allison. Like, when Scott says, "She doesn't know anything!" Derek replies, "What if she does?" And then later on, Derek yells at him, saying, "You're 16! You're not in love!"

I didn't even notice it till my most recent rewatch. He's so harsh about it because he lost everything to an Argent, because he thought he was in love, and doesn't want the same to happen to Scott (and Derek believes that humans, especially hunters, aren't safe. He doesn't want Scott to get hurt, and doesn't want to get hurt again himself)

And, alternatively, I think Stiles is more mature due to his trauma. Despite losing everything, Derek could still rely on his sister, while Stiles didn't have anyone, really. From what I remember, it really sounded like he was the one trying to take care of his dad, who was usually busy, and when he wasn't, had a drinking problem. He had to grow up fast, and yes, I know he doesn't always act like that, but we all know he just uses humor as a coping mechanism, and to prevent people from seeing how he's actually feeling.

He's dramatic and sarcastic, but he's also the one who immediately accepts Scott's a werewolf and spends all night researching it, he takes care of Scott and sticks by his best friend even when Scott tries to murder him, the few times he lost control. He tries to take care of everyone, honestly, and sure, he's an asshole about it, sometimes, but he's still there. He might be bitching about it the whole time, but, for example, in Magic Bullet(S1ep4) despite barely knowing Derek and being outright scared of him, Stiles never abandoned him.

Plus, at the end of the season, Stiles defends Derek! He snaps at Chris, who is threatening him verbally and physically. Like, he so clearly allies himself with werewolves as whole, not just Scott, even when ppl are threatening him, and he continues to do so, he never ONCE throws Derek under the bus (after he corroborates Scott's lie about Derek being the murderer) and like, that's kind of everything. Especially to someone who lost everything at the hands of an untrustworthy human, I imagine.

And, I mean, both Stiles and Derek make threats, but they rarely actually mean it. Stiles had no intentions of dumping Derek on the side of the road, and Derek had no intentions of actually killing Stiles or Scott.

The fact that Derek still tries to help Scott, after Scott accuses him of murdering multiple people and puts him on the run again, is proof of that, in my opinion.

Now, for Sterek, a 3-4 year age gap doesn't really bother me, but anything larger than that, when Stiles is still a teenager, is just too much. But, for Stiles and Derek specifically, I think 3-4 yrs is totally reasonable. See, the thing is, one of the main problems with most age gap relationships is that the older one has more life experience, but in this case, I'd argue Derek doesn't have much more life experience than Stiles does.

Derek's life was essentially put on hold for 5-6 years after the fire, he never had the chance to be a normal teenager, after that. Stiles might be younger, but both of them have lost people, they know what that kind of grief feels like, and I don't think there'd be any sort of power imbalance between them. They're equals. Stiles has no problem talking back to Derek and speaking his mind, and vice versa. I don't think Stiles was ever scared of Derek because he's a werewolf, I think he was scared because they thought Derek murdered someone. So, like, that's not a point of tension between them, it's not like Stiles (later on) is actually worried Derek will hurt him, and Derek (later on) trusts Stiles not to betray him or their pack.

It makes sense why they disliked each other at first, there were plenty of reasons to. Derek didn't trust Stiles because human=unsafe and Stiles was, admittedly, an asshole, and Stiles didn't like Derek because he was a weird stalker who he thought hurt his best friend.

But once they get past those things, I can totally see them being close friends, and more. Sure, there's plenty of things they disagree on, but they're also similar in a lot of ways, too. Like, this isn't an opposites attract situation (which I do love) because they're not opposites, even if it looks that way sometimes.

They both care way more than they let on, they both build walls and keep their friends out, they're both pretty jaded when it comes to trusting others (moreso later on, for Stiles) but help regardless. Oh, and they both blame themselves for shit that isn't their fault and take on huge amounts of responsibility even though they don't have to. I also think they're both nerds and probably have a good few shared interests. They'll argue on methodology but they value the same core things. Like, Loyalty? SO important, to both of them, same with trust. Plus, I think Derek's dry and blunt humor, and Stiles' sharpness and sarcasm, is a lovely combination.

So, in conclusion, I love them together and separately and think they're more compatible than they seem on the outside.

It's funny cuz I just made a post about how half the time I feel meh about Sterek, and then I get super carried away and rant about them for multiple paragraphs lmao. Basically I saw some character analysis posts (I adore everyone who makes those, btw, y'all are awesome!) and it revived my love for them.

(Again, if anyone disagrees with me or has anything to add, that's completely valid, this is just the way I interpret their characters, and I love hearing other ppl's thoughts!)