#predator wolf

[multific]

A Father’s Teachings, A Mother’s Love

Yautja x Reader (Toddler!Version)

Summary: When your half-Yautja son’s instincts lead him to act out, it is up to your mate to teach him the true meaning of strength and honour.

The shriek of frustration echoed through the walls of your home, followed by the sound of something heavy crashing on the ground.

You exhaled, pressing your fingers to your temple as the pounding in your head only grew worse.

Your son, your beloved but utterly disobedient little half-Yautja son, was once again throwing a tantrum.

You had tried everything, calm words, firm commands, even attempting to hold him still in your arms like you used to when he was smaller.

But now, at three years old, he was stronger, faster. His Yautja blood made him stubborn, his instincts urging him to challenge, to push, and to dominate.

And unfortunately, today, you were his chosen target.

“Gah-dee!” he growled in his broken mix of Yautja and English, knocking over a chair. “Weak! No listen!”

You took a slow breath, trying to keep yourself calm.

He had been testing you all day, grabbing at things he shouldn’t, growling when you corrected him, ignoring your words entirely.

But the last straw came when he yanked your arm too hard, his tiny claws scratching across your skin.

The sting was minor, but the intent behind it cut much deeper.

Your eyes darkened. “Enough.”

Your voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

He bared his tiny fists, but when he saw the look in your eyes, hesitation flickered across his face. Even as young as he was, he knew he had pushed too far.

Before he could say another word, a shadow loomed over the both of you.

Your mate had been observing quietly, his sharp golden eyes taking in every act of disobedience, every defiant glare your son had given you.

He had waited, as Yautja fathers did, to see how you would handle the challenge.

But now, as his son crossed a line, he stepped in.

Your child's defiance momentarily stopped at his father’s presence. “You dare wound your mother?” The deep voice sent a shiver down your spine.

Your son huffed, attempting to puff out his chest, but your mate only tilted his head, calm but dangerous energy radiated off of him. Like a predator watching its prey.

“Mother is weak,” your son muttered, though his voice lacked its earlier confidence. “No fight. No strength.”

A deep, rumbling growl filled the air.

Your mate knelt before him, gripping the back of his tiny neck in a firm but controlled gesture, an unmistakable sign of dominance in Yautja culture. Not meant to harm, but to force submission.

Your son froze, his tiny claws twitching as he looked up at the father he so desperately wanted to impress.

“Strength is not in claw or fang alone,” your mate said, his voice slow and deep. “It is in restraint. It is in wisdom. It is in honour.”

Your son blinked, confusion evident in his eyes.

“She gave you life,” your mate continued, tilting his head toward you. “She has nurtured you, taught you, protected you. And you dishonour her?”

Your son shifted uncomfortably, his small mandibles twitching.

He was still too young to fully understand, but he knew his father’s disappointment was something he did not wish to bear.

Your mate released him, watching as he hesitated before turning to you. His large eyes, so much like his father’s, were filled with uncertainty and regret.

“I… I sorry.” His voice was small now, a stark contrast to the loud defiance of moments ago.

His little hands twitched as if wanting to reach for you but not knowing if you would allow it.

Your anger had not fully vanished, but as you looked down at your son, you saw past the misbehaviour of the child who simply wanted to find his place between two completely different worlds.

You knelt down and held your arms open.

He hesitated only for a moment before running into your embrace, his small body trembling as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered into his hair. “But you must never hurt me again.”

He sniffled, his small arms tightening around you. “I be good. I promise.”

Your mate’s approving growl was low but unmistakable.

He reached out, resting a large hand on both of you, solidifying the bond between the three of you. You looked at him, silently thanking him.

Parenting a half-Yautja child was never going to be easy, but as your son curled closer into your arms, you knew one thing for certain.

Love, honour, and strength would guide you.

~Masterlist~

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[headlessjest]

I've been getting into the Predator movies lately.

Wolf is pretty cool.

[skeyfruit]

I have Hedkanonu that the young blood was a nephew of a wolf

I need a whole fan fiction where he still survives and walks behind the wolf, hinders him all the time with a task and fits into troubles, but dies at the end, it would be something

[figures4fun]

Everyone likes the classics!

Mine prop from printwicked (Etsy)

[venusandthestars]

Cherries

The jungle is freezing, especially at night with this rain. You're lucky to be inside the hut, a warm fire on your back, your mate A'Resmoth, under you, the taste of cherries on your tongue.

He had told you he was going on a hunt, only to surprise you with one of your favorite treats: cherries. You had told him about it a few days in a passing thought. He decided right then and there his love was going to get her cherries.

Now here you two were enjoying your night. The rain sends in a cool breeze, now and again. The fire in the middle of the hut sends out a glow, two shadows on the wall.

Your nest, built from branches and leaves, is decorated with multiple furs, different creatures from different planets, all hunted and skinned by A'Resmoth. "You'll have the softest I can find." His mission to keep you happy, comfortable, and fed was his life.

If you're happy, he's happy.

Now look at you two, bellies full, naked, completely relaxed. He loves to take you like this. You, on top of him, his back against the nest, arms spread out at the top.

You've just finished a round of love making, his cum still inside of you as he hasn't pulled out. "Not yet," was all he said when tried to slip off of him. You don't mind when he gets like this. Needy, wanting all your attention. It gives him a break from being your valiant guardian. You start to caress his locs his eyes never leaving you.

"Do you like this?" A tease you are, knowing the answer already. A deep purr from his chest. You chuckle wanting to play with him a bit more. You ghost your fingers across his face to his mandibles.

"Fruit," He mumbles. You lean to the right, plucking a cherry out of the basket bringing it to your lips. The tip of your tongue comes out, licking around the drupe. A'Resmoth watches his pupils dilated at the erotic sight.

Once you're satisfied the fruit is covered with you, you place it into his waiting warm mouth. With his quick reflexes, his left hand grabs your right hand and nips the tips of your fingers. The sweet little moans you left out spurs him on. He tilts his head back dropping your hand, he closes his eyes.

"Please, my mate, use me." A deep voice begs.

How could you say no to that?

You lean back on your hands lift your hips and start to treat yourself. Up and down, you bounce. You moan out, sweet sounds to him, wanting to listen to you forever.

"My love, look at me, please look at me, watch me." A delicious voice begs.

How can he say no to that?

He brings his head down, eyes fixated on the way your pussy engulfs his dick, your first orgasms coating it, a creamy white mix. His grunts lines up with your moans, your souls in sync.

He picks up a cherry, slipping the plump part into your mouth. Once you bite it off the stem, he flicks it away and sticks a finger into your mouth.

"Suck." You do as he says. Sucking and moaning around the digit, you start to swirl your hips clockwise and counterclockwise on him. A'Resmoth grunts feeling his orgasm sneaking up on him. With one hand on your hip, and one hand braced on your back, he gives no warning when he starts to thrust into you.

Your quiet moans turn loud, his big fat dick making you feel so full, so good. You'd live on it if he'd let you.

You're so light to him, he's bouncing you on his lap trying to stall his orgasm wanting to feel you cum on him again. He sneaks the hand from your hip to your neck giving it a squeeze of course minding his strength.

Staring into his eyes you cry out "I wanna come, A'Resmoth, please."

Thats all it takes to set him off, his cum spilling into you.

"Let go my mate, I want to feel you." He grunts out.

The two of you, cumming together. Pure ecstasy.

It takes a few moments to come down from the high. You're out of breath, you smile at him while he looks at you fondly.

You pop another one in your mouth. "Thank you for the cherries my love."

A/N- Pls tell me if the ending was bad it's my first time writing for this universe. I hope you've enjoyed it!

[beeg-bark]

Being chased through the forest by two malicious doms, them just working as a unit, hunting you, saving their energy, that way they’re both still full of strength while you get weaker and weaker, more and more exhausted. What happens when they finally catch you, when you have no strength left to fight back or run? Slammed down into the forest floor, pinned against the foliage while they discuss how to ruin their freshly caught prey.

[vintagewildlife]

Grizzly bear stealing a wolf pack's kill By: Unknown photographer From: Wildlife Fact-File 1990s

[pixelsilver]

I just realized Wolf has some really, really dark arm markings. Like holy crap.

[multific]

Motherhood

Yautja x Reader

Summary: After you gave birth to your son, it took you some time to get used to having a half-Yautja and half-human. 

You felt sore all over. 

You moved against the fur but your whole body felt sore.

You could hear your mate’s soft breathing, it immediately made you feel at ease.

Yet, something felt out of place.

As you stirred from your sleep, you sat up in your bed and looked around. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.

The little child who used to be under your heart was now in a crib beside you. 

You looked at your mate, sleeping soundly beside you.

He got used to sleeping with you to the point where he didn’t even care anymore if you moved or woke up. 

It wasn’t always like that.

He often woke up with you when he took you into his home, but he got gradually used to you being with him.

You moved over to the crib, leaving the warmth of your bed, you stood up and got your son out of his crib.

It was a little strange to call him your son, after all, he looked nothing like you.

He looked like a pure Yautja, except for his eyes, his eyes were yours.

He wasn’t sleeping when you lifted him out of his crib, instead, he was watching, learning.

You ignored all the pain in your body as you moved out of the bedroom and into what you would call a kitchen.

You got yourself a glass of water as you sat down on one of the chairs. With your child in your arms, you moved him so you could see his face.

He laid in your lap.

“Will you never cry?” But your Baby had no reply. Of course, he didn’t he wasn’t even a day old. You watched him as his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest and hands. 

You held a finger out to him, which caught his attention and he immediately grabbed it.

He continued to watch your finger as you smiled.

This little moment reminded you that even if he looked like a Yautja, he was still a baby.

Your baby.

This little boy in your lap was not so long ago in your stomach.

It was crazy to think about.

Your house felt a little too quiet, usually you were never up without your mate. So, this felt a little strange. 

You looked at your son.

“How am I supposed to feed you?” You said as you lifted him, trying to see if he was hungry or not. He was, you didn’t know how, but you could tell.

You pulled your nightgown down and you didn’t know how, but he was a natural.

You watched as he fed. 

He truly didn’t feel like your son. You looked after so many Yautja babies when you joined their tribe, this felt almost like one of those moments.

Except for the feeding part. Only a mother can feed their child.

And your son was no exception.

While he was born into a very high place in the hunting tribe, he was still your son. 

A highly anticipated member.

Your Mate was the right had of the tribe leader, a high position with lots of responsibilities.

One of which was to bring a son into the world.

Which you just managed to do.

You had a pregnancy which left your body sore and your mate feared the worst, but thankfully, you were able to give birth without any major issues.

And now, here you were, holding him and feeding him.

Your thumb ran down his little cheek, right next to where his mandibles were.

“You are beautiful.” You smiled and the child just kept looking at you.

Once he finished eating you pulled your gown back and pulled him to your chest, laying him down.

Did Yautja babies even burp?

Guess you will find out soon.

He did burp.

A small little burp.

And soon, he was off again.

You got up from the chair and headed back to the bedroom.

You got in, the fire was still going, but now, your mate was up.

He looked at you then at your son in your arms.

“He was hungry.” You said as you put him back into his crib before climbing back on the furs.

You let out a long yawn before getting under the covers. 

Your mate made a sound before laying back down himself. You lay down closer to him as he pulled you closer.

Maybe it was a difficult thing to give birth to a Yautja baby. Maybe it was difficult being married to one as well.

But you loved them both with all of your heart and that was enough, more than enough.

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@castellandiangelo @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @manduse @jacalineiscomingforyou @mandoloriancookie @il0vebeingdelulu @deliciousfestsalad @groovyqueer @lilliumrorum

~Masterlist~

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[yaut-jaknowit]

How do you think Wolf(AvP requiem) would react to a fem reader teasing him under the table during a meeting? Leads to smut if you don’t mind. Feel free to ignore and make sure to take care of yourself!

An Interruption

Character: Wolf (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2294

Summary: On Yautja Prime, Wolf resides as the elder he is. He's done his fair share of fighting and passes on the knowledge to the younger generations. Meetings are called with him included. Wherever he goes, he brings along his mate. You. Many, many dislike your existence for just being human. With Wolf at your side, you don't care what they think. During said meeting, you are perched in his lap, snuggling against Wolf while they discuss. Until your hands get a bit... handsy.

Author Note: I realize I didn't fully go with your idea because I'm stupid and can't read apparently. I did get the concept though! I got fifty percent. Also, me? Take care of myself? Phhhh, nah. I write.

Masterlist

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The many of them despised humans as whole. You could clearly see that plain as day in their eyes every time you joined Wolf out in public. No matter how hard they tried to hide it to prevent themselves from gaining the wrath of Wolf. He wasn’t afraid to terrorize anyone who opposed your existence. He’s done it plenty of times before. Some scars that adorn his body are from that alone.

This time is no different.

Wolf guides you into the vast meeting room. One you’ve seen many times before over the years. Many of the faces in here were no different than before. Yet, even the new ones knew to hide their disgust by casting it to the ground. You strode in front of Wolf with your head held high, uncaring about anyone looking at them. With Wolf at your back, no one wouldn’t confront on your overconfidence.

The chairs were large to fit any sized Yautja. Wolf took his seat. You sat down on his thick thigh while having your body slightly turned towards him. His beautiful face was on display under the light. You reached out and placed your finger under his chin. The Yautja’s eyes snapped to your face and softened from their original hardened look.

“How long is this going to take?” you complained with your bottom lip pushed out. Your other hand palmed at his stomach. His muscles tensed at the touch, mandibles jerking. He narrowed his gaze but did nothing to move your hand.

“As long as it takes,” he rumbled back his answer. Your shoulders dramatically sagged at his words. Then, you dragged your nails down his abs. God, he was built like a brick shithouse. It made you hunger for him all the time. Maybe your libido was out of control. But, you blamed Wolf for it. It was his fault for looking like the way he does.

“But, Wolfie! I have plans later on. I would love for those not to be… delayed,” you argued back. The pads of your fingers reached his belt that you could take off one handed.

That’s when he moved. His hand snatched your wrist but didn’t pull it away. It was like he fighting with himself. Wolf wasn’t scared about his peers knowing that he fucks a ooman. Actually, he seems proud about it. The way he shows you off all the time. It’s clear he wants to get it through everyone’s head you are here to stay.

You leaned in close to the side of his head. “I need something to squeeze, Wolfie. I need a fidget toy to keep me entertained if you want me to stay still.” He knows you’re not afraid to… rub yourself against him.

His bright eyes darkened, filling with need. The exact type of need was lost to you. Wolf flexed the muscles in his hand while gripping your wrist. You could hear the faintest of growls that vibrated your skin.

“Don’t be mean,” you pouted while giving him the puppy dog eyes. “I’ll just keep moving around, distracting you the entire time.” Not that what you were referring to before this was any different. You were hoping it distracted him. You wanted to be back in the safety of your home with Wolf pounding into you from behind.

Your threat was real. Wolf knew this. His muscles tensed once again before letting go of your hand. The grin on your face couldn’t be smacked off.

Someone along the group of Yautjas cleared their throat to gain your attentions. You calmly looked over the beige Yautja. Wolf hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his side. “Be good,” he whispered harshly into your ear. His arm loosened up its intensity, just a reminder he was right there. Not that you could ever forget about the love of your life.

Despite your former threats to do this publicly in front of the entire meeting room, you let the hand closest to him rub up and down his abs. He did his best not to flex them under each pass.

The meeting began. But, you were in your own world.

You turned further into him and nuzzled your face under his jaw. The arm around you moved to pet up and down your back. His claws ran against your back, not breaking skin or tearing up your clothing. It was a reminder to who and what he was. You press your nails harder against his stomach in reaction. He bit back a growl.

Soft kisses were pressed to the underside of his jaw. You couldn’t help but to suck a his thinner scales, trying to add a mark of your own to him. The hand teasing him dipped down to the waistband of his pants. A nail tapped against the metal belt buckle he was adorned with. Wolf’s hip twitched with the smallest jerks up. Only you noticed.

Said hand simply unclipped the metal buckle. It popped open and allowed you easier access. You let your fingers dip below his waist band and seek out the wet spot already growing.

The moment your fingers found it, his arms encircled around your waist again. Wolf didn’t press you against him this time. You continued with your exploration of his body you knew better than he did. Your digits toyed with the closed yet wet sheath of his.

A mandible slightly twitched. The only thing that gave away what he was feeling. You glided your middle finger down his slit and barely pushed against the muscles. With your other hand, it ran a random path along his side.

At the second press, the tip of Wolf’s pointed cock head interrupted the smooth glide. Your thumb found the head and played with part of the slit you could feel. More of it uncontrollably pushed into your hand. The feel of it wasn’t anything human like. It was differently shaped compared to a man’s. In all the best way. It was designed to bring pleasure amidst mating with the ridges and bumps that hit all of your sensitive places. Even ones you didn’t know existed. He made sure he found them. Every. Single. Time.

Though, Wolf liked to play it off like he was ruthless badass that killed everything without breaking sweat. When it came to you though? That soft side comes out.

If you asked him to burn down the universe, Wolf would do it without any questions.

You continued to tease what little he offered to you. A couple of drops of precum stuck to your skin. You used it to rub it along his sheath, hitting a spot that involuntarily pushed out more of his cock.

Only half of it was in your hold, but that was enough. For now. Your wet hand wrapped around the bit you could reach. It nearly fitted entirely in your grip. About a quarter of the head poked out from the top. But, you didn’t care. All you needed was your fidget toy. Now you had it. No one could wipe off the grin on your face tucked into the crook of Wolf’s neck.

They went on about something concerning training of the younglings. Everything flew right over your head. None of it was needed.

A strong, firm squeeze had Wolf’s thighs tensing underneath you. The enjoyment you received from this was amazing. The way it filled your veins. A knowledge that only you could do this to the great Wolf. No one would dare say a thing if they heard, saw, or even smelt his growing arousal. Or even yours. God, if they mentioned yours, their face would be on the nearest wall or floor.

More precum joined the first round. You used it to lubricate the small jerking motions you made up and down half of his shaft. His arm around you splayed his fingers along the top of your thighs underneath the table. A shudder ran through your body at the possessive touch. You were his as much as he was yours.

“A new training course needs to be written up for the next class,” a random Yautja off to your left spoke up. “What’s being taught doesn’t offer the younglings the skills they need to survive.” You peeked out of the corner of your eye secretly at the speaker.

Someone else across the table grunted and placed a hand down on the rock tabletop. “I agree. We’ve had a record high of deaths this last year during blooding. Some not even surviving six full rotations after that.” He was leaned in his chair with an ease stature. His dark eyes met yours. For a second, something flashed in them before they darted around the table. You narrowed your own gaze on him and nipped harder at Wolf’s skin.

Your mate.

This time, you bite down hard enough to leave behind teeth marks. Wolf stays still like a statue and watches the ground closely. You continued to run your free hand up and down his side, feeling the contour of his muscles underneath thick scales.

His build made you drool every time you see it. The times you get to touch and feel him up, you will take in an instant. Just a reminder that he is yours.

The throbbing length in your hand had you squeezing the tip. Your thumb ran over the top of tip and slightly pushing down on the exposed hole there. Wolf’s claws twitched against your thigh. Almost. You pulled the limb away from his shaft and brought that thumb to your tongue. Sweat but salty flavors met your tastebuds. You inwardly groaned while closing your eyes to savor the taste that made him up.

Wolf’s hand moved to slide underneath your shirt and palmed at your stomach. It felt the ridges of the scars you’ve either earned or received from him in different ways. Hunts or… being hunted. You arched your back to push against him, trying to pin the limb between the two of you. But, he pulls you back enough with the threat of his claws. A low whine builds in the back of your throat, just loud enough for the Yautja next to you to glance over.

When the two of you made eye contact, he instantly looked away to focus on the projection in front of him. You growled yourself then sucked and kissed your way to his pecs. Each mark you gave him received a kiss in return.

You slipped back down into his shorts and noticed more of his shaft had slipped free. Nearly the entire length had been unsheathed. Only the growing knot stayed hidden. One finger was pushed into the open sheath and toyed with the bulge you found. Wolf tensed underneath you, mandibles locked into place. A near distant look washed over his eyes before he refocused on the meeting.

So close.

“This is a course we should implement from this moment on.” They continued to drone on about training and whatnot. All you wanted was for them to finish it now so you could have some alone time with Wolf. He couldn’t blame you for being needy when he created the problem. He spoiled you far too much. There was no going back now.

“I’ve read it. Page five…” you ignored the rest of what they went on about. They were interrupting your time with Wolf. You gripped the lower part of his shaft and slowly started to stroke him. “-some different verbiage needs to be added.”

The last of him was pushed out into your awaiting hand. Each time you went down to his knot, you gave it a squeeze. Secretly with your other hand, it joined the other in the confinement of his pants. It grabbed filed in after your first hand and added more friction.

Wolf’s claws dug into the armrest of his chair. His arm tugged you tightly against his body. He slightly tuck his head towards you and gave a deep, vibrating growl that shook you to your core. You had to bite back a whine and quickened your movements to point your muscles burned. But, you didn’t care. You wanted to make him come in his pants.

Because when he takes you back home, he’ll ensure the next load goes directly into you.

Once you reached a black tendril, you pressed your lips to it and sucked lightly. Something deep within him changed. It could felt in the air.

It took every once of his power now to bend you over the table and fuck you in the middle of the meeting. The Yautja was beginning to struggle with composer. His musk was evident and thick in the air. No one could ignore it. Not even the person across from the two of him.

His abs clenched against your side. Both hands tightened firmly this around him while maintaining the same speed. Wolf’s breathing quickened. You pushed through the strain in your muscles.

A gush of cum coated your hands. His entire cock throbbed hard in your grasp, pulsing with each new spurt of seed. It was silent when it hit him. But, you could read it like an open book the moment it happened. Both hands went directly to his knot and squeezed, mimicking if he was inside of you. Wolf had to close off his throat before a possessive, needy snarl could announce his wants to the room.

He relaxed against the back of his chair, breathing a little hard. His eyes were hooded over. Then, he looked down at you. Nothing was needing to be said. You knew you were in for it when you got back home.

Being a spoiled brat was the best!

[wateremelonsoul]

✨The reason I have hands✨

[blackmonitor]

Wolf without a helmet, colored pencils, ink A4

[figures4fun]

We were out of town over the weekend, so here is a re-edit of our sniper struggle post with a better background

[chicken-blitz13]

aww they're actually singing in the pic!

[symbioticyautja]

Wolf throwing stuff.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

“Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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