#Wolf Claw

[guardkeywolf]

haiiii! I was wondering if you could do hc's for the C.L.A.W.S reacting to if the cods boys could have kids? I'm sorry but this has been literal brainrot for me

You're What?!

This was so fun to write. It's amazing that I haven't even thought of this...

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST @mi-mi-san !!!

I had a lot of fun so I hope you enjoy!

Emma will be the bestie with Soap because she has already had kids before... and I decided to just stick with the 141 because I really haven't shipped the other C.L.A.W.S with anyone else in the COD franchise...

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Blitz

-Ghost

• She was shook by the news at first

• She remembered when Katrina told her about when she was pregnant with Emma and nearly cried

• She also couldn't help but imagine what their kids would look like

• Either they would come out like Emma, who looked completely human and only got enhanced strength and senses, be an Ultrain Human hybrid where they still looked human but had her Wolfian features, or look like her with normal legs or hell they could even have bent legs too for all she cared

• This also meant Emma would be getting a new little siblings

• She was excited and eager to see what they would look like

• She literally picked him up and walked to her room on the other side of their combined bases

• She dropped him on the bed and crawled over him and smirked slyly

• She kissed him a lot and got close to his ear before whispering in a low sexy voice

• "Get ready to my pups, Stud..."

• Let's just say Ghost was not able to walk for the next few days after that night

• Blitz was very proud of herself when he took a pregnancy test and it came out positive

Wolf

-Price

• He froze...

• The last time he had a child, he lost his wife Jel...

• But to him, this felt like redemption since that lost

• Price broke the news to him slowly and waited for his reaction

• Wolf started speaking in Ultrian to him, which he began teaching him a month ago, slowly... some words Price caught and some he didn't but he got the full message

• He leaned in and kissed him wholeheartedly and smiled

• He smiled

• Thing is, Wolf hardly smiles...it's incredibly rare too

• So when he did to Price...it was special

• Wolf wasn't as eager to have another one like Blitz but he took his time with this

• He did take Price to the room and eventually ask him if he really did want to bear his pups and was super cautious

• He even went on the explain what exactly their child could end up possessing too

• But overall, that wasn't Wolf's main focus... it was whether or not they'd be able to survive having Ultrian blood

• Blitz managed but only because her mother was half human and Angel

• Price was simply a human

• He didn't know what all could happen when he gave birth

• He explained this to Price as well

• Thankfully, Price was able to calm him down and tell him he was still fine with it

• Later on, Price would end up having to be cared around the base by Wolf because he couldn't walk

• To Wolf, this was simply just something he'd be doing a lot once their pup was born

Leopode

-Gaz

• Compared to the others he grabbed Gaz and twirled him happily in air

• He began hollering in Ultrian while also going back and forth between planning and freaking out as Kyle watched him from the side

• Kyle thankfully caught his attention when he finally stepped in front of the Leopardian-Arachnian and told him to calm down

• Leo did but was still nervous

• He honestly had no idea how pregnancy worked between Ultrians and Humans

• As far as he knew, Blitz was the only one with experience in the matter so he scooped Gaz up and walked them both to Blitz's Office

• "Leo why are we here?" Gaz asked him

• "Blitz is the only one here that actually has experience in this kind of thing, darling... I don't possess much information on your species to know how reproduction works," he admitted openly

• Gaz smiled up at him in understanding

• Blitz, who was already aware of their presence, opened the door and let them both in before closing it

• Leo was glad she was here to explain this new journey he was about to go on

• He truly never expected to live long enough to have his own cubs with another, especially with a different species

• He took notes of everything Blitz said, making sure he didn't miss one thing along with the few questions Kyle asked every now and then

• The biggest thing she focused on for him was if they'd look like Leo though

• Since he was the only Ultrian-Hybrid within the team, she was quite skeptical about Gaz just being able to grow the child at first as well

• Leo really didn't know how his mother, an Arachnian, managed to give birth to him since she had a much more leaned frame compared to that of his father

• Not only that but Leopardians were big when born and he could only imagine what he looked like when he came out

• But then again, Leo knew he had to physically shift himself partially if he ever wanted to use his Arachnian genetics

• If their cub was going to be born, he'd be a triple Ultrian-Hybrid...depending if he looked like that of course

• The last thing he wanted was for Gaz to go through the amount of pain though

• After their talk with Blitz, he and Gaz agreed to hold off until they had enough info to know what exactly could happen

• Of course, when the day came, Leopode would be by his side 24/7

Emma

-Soap

• Now she is ecstatic about her bestie having kids

• She was the 2nd to know, Ghost being first of course, but was happy nonetheless

• Though she was very eager to know if the Scot was to have a normal human child or one with the few Ultrian males that were stationed on the base

• She would definitely go find his partners and give the man a stern talking to if he messed this up for Soap

• She loved him like a little brother and if anything happen to him, she would be out to get him for life

• After that, she would help them both learn about pregnancy as much as possible, and since she's been through the process, gladly have a lot of incite on it

• If it's a human male, she would just give them the normal run down

• But if it was an Ultrian, well that's a different story

• Depending on what Ultrian race, she would make them all visit her mother for that

• Blitz really could only explain how her mother's pregnancy was and how it could vary

• So, she took Soap to Wolf to get more details on the matter

• Of course, when he did tell her he was pregnant, she asked to be a godmother immediately, after which MacTavish happily agreed

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-Guards

[porcelain-rob0t]

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[teddybeartoji]

lets pretend that i didnt lost this and had to retype it

listen me listen me right !!! back to wolf toji and bunny reader with shiu as the caretaker that lets toji get away with too much but also loves spoiling you bc your just so sweet and adorable

one day, shiu comes home after running errands and tells you and toji that he got a collar to help with toji's biting problem since he knows the both of you will be going into heat soon and he doesn't want toji biting you like a chew toy

toji's grumbling, snarling at shiu that he's not putting on a damn collar but he's confused at the tiny pink thing shiu pulls out. its a cute pink collar, thick but with soft cushioning on the inside a big heart ring in the front. probably for a leash or something, but toji knows that thing isnt going to fit on him.

"it's not for you, mutt," shiu grins playfully, ignoring the glare toji shoots his way at the nickname. instead, he walks up to you and clicks the collar on you, stroking your hair as he coos at how pretty it looks on you !! "its so that if the big guy goes into rut while im away, he wont rip into your throat because he can't think with the right head," shiu jokes, flicking tojis nose.

but a week had passed since then and you had come to like the collar. not just because of how toji would tug on it to pull you into a kiss or how shiu would tug it to get your attention on him when you were fixated on something else. no, it just looked pretty on you!!

one day ur left at home with toji while shiu goes out for the day for business stuff, whatever boring things he had to do. that poor man didnt realize you were going to literally get turned into a creampuff with in 30 minutes of him leaving

toji is INSTANTLY on you when he realizes shiu is gone. poor thing is too rut-brained that he cant even figure out how to get the collar off so he's just gnawing on it, sinking his teeth into the leather as he growls about how stupid the collar is for covering up your pretty neck from him, that shiu doesn't know what he's talking about, all while he's ripping off your clothes.

shiu told the BOTH of you to let him know if either of you go into heat so he can come home and be a good caretaker and make sure you both are still eating and drinking water and that toji doesn't accidentally bite his cute lil' bun too hard anywhere. so, he expects you to tell him to calm down and wait for shiu to get home like a good little bunny, but instead you just look at him over your shoulder with the cutest little pout and tell him 'jus' the tip won't get us in trouble, right?'

and he tries, he tries soooo hard, just fucking his tip in and out of you but then you get pushed into your own heat and you go from reminding him only the tip to 'why aren't you putting in more?? do i not feel good enough??? why dont u wanna be all the way inside me toj???'

and he's shutting you up with one thrust to push all the way inside, shushing you through huffs and growls, telling you he'd stay inside of your sticky cunt for the rest of his life if he could, that you were so hot and wet just for him and he never wanted to pull out of you, keep you nice and stuffed full of his cock and cum until your tummy gets a little bigger from how full he's pumped you with his seed

cue shiu coming home to the two of you fucking like animals (hehe) on the living room couch, your face pushed into the cushions and ears flopped down while your little cotton tail is swishing around like crazy, hearts practically in your eyes when you realize shiu's home, because now he can watch and see how good toji is, see that the big wolf should be able to bite you because hes so good, he's fucking you so deep.

plus, you'd look even prettier with toji's bite on your neck instead of a collar :33

I AM LOSING MY MINDDDD

LUNNNIEEEE????!!!!?!?!??!!!????? HAKDJSJWJFVDKDNEJ YOU'RE AMAZING YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE YOU. FIRST OF ALLLLL OMFG I JUST KNOW SHIU COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOUU AAAUUUUGHHHH YOU FLUTTER YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM AND HE'S ALREADY FOLDING (AND TWITCHING IN HIS PANTS)(HE'S SO WEAK)(HE'S SO HOT). SECOND OFF AAALLLLLLLL... "GET TURNED INTO A CREAMPUFF"😭😭😭PLS THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ADORE U SO MUCH<333

AND MMMMMMMMM TOJI'S DIRTY TALK ALWAYS FUCKING KILLSSS MEEEE FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK "HE'D STAY INSIDE OF YOUR STICKY CUNT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF HE COULD" 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 WHATTHE FCUUUKKKKK WAIT ANDAND THE MEAN GRIN HE'D GIVE SHIU??????? HE CAN SEE THAT SHIU IS HARD JUST FROM WATCHING TOJI FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND IT'S ALL JUST SOOOOOOOO🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN GMEAL IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOUU HOOLY FUCKKKK<3333

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Mon Loup

Please send help, Wenclair has taken over my brain.

Per usual, do not reupload without credit/permission. Thanks folks!

(My ko-fi, should you wish!)

[dinoserious]

concept roughs. just getting some ideas down

[skywastherobot]

It's been 19 years since Bad Wolf aired, which means it's been 19 years since the best moment in DOCTOR WHO history.

[theminecraftbee]

sigh okay this year i have actual mob vote opinions. disclaimer: my MAIN opinion is that if i see too much mob vote salt on my dash i'll just block the relevant terms again, and that all three mobs are adorable and i'd like any of them. however, my vague thoughts on them:

crab: i have inherent vault hunters-based crab grudges. the coconut crab appears in my nightmares. however, past that, the crab as an animal is fun, i like crabs alright. the fact it's shown crawling up trees sideways is neat. i'll say mangrove forests are ALREADY one of the loveliest, most alive-feeling biomes, so i don't know if they need an exclusive mob? but it's also realistic for the crab so i'll take it. when it comes to the crab claw itself... many questions. is it an off-hand item? or like create's extendo-reach thing? or what? how MUCH additional reach does it give you? even just two blocks can be wildly useful in my modded experience, but like, is it one or two blocks, or does it double your reach, or what? and does that reach extend to mining at all? the video says it's just block placing, which would make sense from a balance perspective, but does sort of hamstring the claw's usefulness if that's the case; if you misplace a block you're going to have to scaffold over there anyway. if it DOES include mining reach... oh boy, that's a whole new ballgame.

armadillo: cute! i like armadillos! seeing it curled up as a ball, i wonder if it has a block-like form like that? that sounds really fun! like a shulker, or something else you could stand on. (that is PURE speculation, nothing else to suggest that is shown in the video.) it being found in "warm biomes like the savannah" i like more than the mangrove-exclusive crab, especially since the savannah can feel a little sparse and lifeless. i wonder if it's in other warm biomes? as for its effect, it has the most straightforward one: when it gets scared it sheds its scute, and you can use that to make wolf armor. i like wolf armor! wolves have needed some way to make them more survivable for ages! it's not like, got potential to be a massive gamechanger or anything, but it doesn't have to, it's fun!

penguins: by FAR the cutest design. i love that they chose macaroni penguins, excellent choice. the fact they're native to stony shore biomes is also an excellent choice (and far better than choosing a snowy biome; more penguins live in places like the stony shore irl!). the stony shore having penguins also gives it a bit more of the life stony shorelines have irl. their secondary effect, though... honestly, "make boats go faster" doesn't really speak to me? i am enjoying imagining a world where this effect works while iceboating (prepare to rubberband ALL OVER THE PLACE), and i think it would be fun, it just personally compels me the least. which is a shame, because i think the penguins are ABSOLUTELY the cutest!

overall, i think i land towards the armadillo. i like that none of them really have any big, exciting, game changing feature, just nice-to-have. makes it feel less like we miss out on something huge when two of them lose, just miss out on something potentially cute. i still wish the old mob votes could still be added to the game and that the losers here would also be added to the game. i wouldn't be mad if any of these guys won honestly they're all cute and have mildly interesting effects.

and this will be the last time i discuss the mob vote, except maybe to reblog cute art.

[guardkeywolf]

He Belonged to Him and Only Him...

While on a mission with Wolf, Price is captured and taken by a new enemy.

Rather than using normal forms of interrogation, the man prefers a different approach.

Price is disgusted and appalled by his actions...

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The low light that swung above him painted a depressing picture as it casted shadows that danced from wall to wall. The box he sat in wasn't much to look at either aside from its gray tones and song of silence. The metal door that the man had come through was the only way in or out of this diminishing hell hole.

The Captain couldn't do much with metal handcuffs behind his back as he sat in the chair, staring down the man in front of him with venom before feeling something touch him.

The fingers running down his spine weren't helping his situation at all either.

They only pissed him off more really.

They didn't deserve to belong on his body.

They didn't belong to the C.L.A.W.S Commander.

They didn't belong to him.

They didn't belong to Wolf.

But still, he shuddered when he felt them run down the many vertebrae, cursing himself when doing so.

His captor had caught him by surprise while he and Wolf had split up in the field. Came from behind him like it was nothing, and knocked him out with the butt of his gun. Price's cheek still ached from the bruise, and when he got out of these restraints, he would pay back the man dearly with his hands around his throat and strangling the last few moments of life out of the man.

Hell, maybe he'd even let Wolf have his pick at him if his man's fuse was ready to blow soon as well. But right now, he needed to focus on his own problem if he planned on surviving right now.

The man questioned him for information on who he was and why he was here, hardly restoring to any force however.

Instead, he went for a more sensual approach; Price couldn't be more disgusted when the man started to touch him in places only Wolf was allowed to touch.

Wolf had left his mark on him—the top of his left shoulder— the night after they had gotten married. It was an old Wolfian custom on Ultria that meant that Price would only belong to him and no one else in the world. Price couldn't be more proud when Wolf explained he would be the first to have his mark.

Despite it not being a human custom on Earth, he took that mark to heart. Anytime he saw it, it reminded him of Wolf when he wasn't around. Let him know he was somewhere out there, probably focusing on his job but still letting his thoughts linger to Price as well. It bonded them together till death do them apart, and Price would be damned if he let this man disrespect Wolf's mark he treasured so fondly.

Sadly though, he wasn't in the best situation as the man continued to touch him, ignoring the look of death he sent him.

Price already knew Wolf would be coming to get him, but he couldn't help but wish the man would hurry up his pace.

The man's touches grew more confident with each second as he bent down to his ear and whispered the sins he planned to commit on the Captain's body. Price let his anger bubble as he quickly snapped his head back to silence the lowlife.

The man recoiled back in pain as he held his now broken nose, blood dripping from it too. Price grinned back cheekily at his accomplishment as the man sent his own death glare towards him.

Price was going to say something until he heard gunfire going off outside the door, his captor looking up in fear as his radio began to fill the rooms' naked sound with those of terror from the sounds of them being ripped apart piece by piece.

Price smiled happily when he heard a wolfish growl howl from downstairs within the building. A body was then thrown at the door to the room they were in, the sickening crack echoing in the halls as the Captain watched the newly made corpse slide down slowly.

Price didn't have to see his husband to know he was here.

He felt him near.

Craved for his touch.

Wanted his body close to him when he got the chance.

The door was ripped off and Price caught sight of those iconic chains as they snaked in, going past him as they struck the enemy, holding him in place on the wall. The man screamed but Price could care less. Another chain came towards him before going behind and breaking the cuff that bound him to the chair.

He looked at the chain, sending it a small grin before letting his fingers caress the cold metal. The chain leaned in happily at the affection directed towards it. It was one of the few secrets Wolf told him about when they got together.

Though it looked like he controlled the chains from a distance, the chains themselves were indeed sentient and followed their wielders' command if they were worthy enough. Wolf had managed to make that bond with them over the years and now had full reign of them. As they stuck with him, they also learned to decipher friend from foe and Price was glad they also recognized important people their master held dear as well.

Speaking of their master, the 7'3 purple Wolfian made his way into the room, ducking underneath the door frame as he stared down at the other man, watching the chains torture him with no remorse.

His eyes were cold and dead as he observed the session until the room had finally gone silent again.

Price didn't look back as he took a step towards Wolf, legs nearly feeling like jelly after sitting for so long, stumbling to his husband's side.

Wolf reached out to steady him with a huge hand, literally engulfing his whole waist with ease before pulling him close. They weren't the hands that just massacred the poor battalion outside the room, they were the soft, warm, and comforting hands of a gentle giant.

They were Wolf's hands.

The hands Price belonged to and only belonged to.

The Ultrian didn't say a word as he bent down to check for injuries over him, and aside from the bruise on his cheek, he was good. Wolf stopped his search before letting his head rest on Price's chest, heavy but nothing the Captain couldn't handle.

The Commander took a shallow breath as he held him close.

"You reek of his touch, Price," he noted with a calm tone, not looking up at him as Wolf's hands caressed his hips.

"I know… I'm not a fan of it either…" he looked away.

Wolf stood up slowly, looking down at him again with calculating eyes.

Price held his gaze.

"Let's go, you're not in the best condition to walk and I found where they were keeping your stuff…" Wolf picked him up in bridal style before ducking underneath the door and carrying him to where his enemies held his gear.

Price leaned into the Wolfian's soft fur that slightly peeked out of his coat.

Happy to be in the hands of who he belonged to.

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This was just a random thing I wrote up but yeah...

Hopefully yall liked it!

I was bored lol...

[canonicallyanxious]

[neverafter episode 9 spoilers]

everything about ylfa's flashback scene made me feel fucking insane. the wolf is death and the ending of stories. the wolf ate ylfa's grandmother because it was time for her story to end. but for whatever reason it's not time for ylfa's end. for whatever reason the wolf wanted ylfa to live. the wolf ate the grandmother so that she could die, and ylfa ate the wolf so that she could live. the wolf wanted ylfa to live, and at the deepest core of herself she wants to live too. i'm scratching at the WALLS. LIKE "i met death and death wants me to live" EMILY SAID IT SO CASUALLY BUT LOWKEY THAT'S THE RAWEST SHIT I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE!

also though you need to eat to live and the consumption of stories to stay alive beyond the end of your own story... i am Thinking...

[beasts-flesh]

Bro didn’t mean it…

[raventrigonsdaughter]

For reference about what i said about Enid's werewolf height the other day, this is how crazy her size is in wednesday's description in the novel and i hope SO MUCH they never change it cause it's both fun and funny as fuck

Example 1:

Example 2:

Example 3:

And now the side by side with my favorite werewolves one of them having until now the title of biggest werewolf

PLEASE NETFLIX THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IT OPENS SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, KEEP IT, like, bring it into the show, also because the novelization as many others more likely than not was based on the show's early development and then still got approved in the end means that despite the weird ass golden retriver we got they were probably really going for a horror inducing werewolf in the finale, in the final side by side specifically if she was on all fours like in the show she would still be around Van Helsing's own height, this is insane, can my fellow werewolf nerds come talk about this we got a gold mine here on teenage show territory and i need more

[redbean-nom]

fascinated by the implied fennec-ventress-phee friend group in tbb. even more interesting (funny) when you add boba in there during the tbobf era.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

PETER HALE | “CREEPER WOLF” (teen wolf)

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“A Different Breed” (Peter Hale x Fem!Reader)

| With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws.

| SFW, canon divergence, manipulative!peter (what’s new though really?), reader is of African and Irish descent -banshee!reader

| 1k+ words

“Y/n L/n.”

Instinctually your brows furrow at the sound of your name even as you’re still looking at the ledgers on the library table.

“Yes?” You turn towards the person, a man. Trying not to seem rude you do him the favor of not looking at him as if he’s crazy for coming up to you with your full government name in his mouth. “If you’re looking for Ms. Fields she’s in the computer lab.”

He shakes his head. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you stay stiff as you try to place if you’ve seen him before while leaning back on the table.

“Oh no,” he smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to be pleasant, “I’ve found exactly who I was looking for.”

Mhm. Part of your soul starts to ring out with danger bells but you don’t let him see that.

Planting your hands behind you on the desk you lean back some, inclining your head softly to the side, “What were you looking for me for?”

“Help.”

You nod slowly, dark fingers tapping against the edge of the table. This man doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who needs (or trusts) help from anybody, but part of your job was literally helping people so you couldn’t call bullshit just yet.

You make sure to keep your expression open.

“Cool. What can I help you with, Mr… ?”

At your light promoting it’s like a flip switches and he suddenly remembers he has to seem far less suspicious than he’s otherwise been coming off.

His face loses its tension and in response you relax the tiniest bit as well.

“Hale,” he easily answers the inquiry.

The name pings at something familiar in your head. Hale…Hale? Ah!

“As in Talia Hale?”

The man’s eyebrows go up and a cool smile takes over his face.

“Yeah actually. I’m surprised you’re old enough to remember.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. He definitely isn’t looking to make a light library request if he’s a werewolf whose purposely sought you out.

“I’m in my 20’s actually. I went to school with Derek.”

He hums, a sound that might actually be signifying a genuine moment of interest.

“You know what? I thought your name sounded familiar.” He points to you, a roguish smile stretches across sharp features. “You were the basketball team’s manager, weren’t you?”

You snort despite yourself.

Out of all the reasons he could have remembered you by - the most likely of which being that you were one of the scant few black student body that went to BHS - that it was for basketball was a pleasant enough surprise.

“Yeah, I was, actually - and since you’re not Derek I’m gonna guess you’re his uncle.”

“Yes well,” he makes a low sound and meets your eyes, “I am his uncle. Peter.” He holds out his hand.

You only have a second to eye it in contemplation before it becomes socially unacceptable, but he’s got a really intense stare and you’re already nervous about this whole thing, so you end up biting the bullet before you can really think your decision through.

Hastily, you accept his outstretched hand to shake and immediately he uses the connection to pull himself closer. It forces you to knock your head back a bit to keep looking him in the face, your own face heating up.

Peter chuckles. It’s smooth and feels just a little patronizing and makes your eyebrow raise.

Those alarm bells from earlier start kicking up a fuss, whirring through your bloodstream like a tsunami. You keep a tightly controlled lid on it, but just barely.

Even as a beta Peter Hale was dangerous.

“You gonna stare at me with those pretty eyes all day, or you gonna tell me what you need?”

The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile widens. His hand is still inhumanly warm against yours.

“Don’t knock yourself short, your eyes are pretty too.” He blinks down at you, eyes twinkling for a brief moment. “Like cognac diamonds.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Peter leans in even more, planting one of his hands next to yours on the table. Your breath speeds up as your bodies graze one another.

Casual as anything Peter leans down till your heads are level so he can whisper.

“Let’s cut the pretense, shall we, I know what you are.” Instantly you tense up again, eyes widening. Now his presence so close to you feels burning hot; nearly suffocating. Your palm is getting sweaty and your fingers are starting to creek at his tightening hold.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. His breath puffs warmth onto the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to sprout along your brown skin.

“I'm going to need to use those abilities of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You bite your lip harder after the poorly hidden shakiness in your voice meets your ears. The man - the wolf looming over you chuffs, voice going back to normal.

“Come on, Sweetheart. We both know that’s not true.” He straightens up then, his now free hand coming to press into his chest. “Let’s make this easier. I’m Peter Hale, big bad werewolf; and you’re Y/n L/n, prettiest banshee in Beacon Hills.”

“There’s other banshees in this town.”

He nods.

“Oh I know, but I’m not much into children and she wouldn’t be my type anyway. Now, you’re going to help me because teenage girls are brats.”

Your jaw works as you stare up at him. There’s not much you could even do in this situation other than go along or get your throat ripped out. You’d overheard some…things about Peter from your father the night he was admitted into the hospital that you’d rather not get a personal example of. Pack left hand, ruthless, it was good he wasn’t able to cause any more trouble.

“Fine,” you force out.

Eyes dropping, you glare daggers into the floor as he chuckles.

“Good choice.” He starts dragging you off towards one of the back rooms, “Now how advanced in your birthright are you? And who activated you?”

Your jaw clenches but you make yourself answer anyway.

“Since I graduated high school,” you glare at his back, “and not a who, a what.”

“Ah,” Peter nods and gestures for you to unlock the door. “The nemeton?”

Snatching your key ring from your pocket you shove the correct one into the hole and the second the key’s pulled back he’s knocking it open and shoving you in before him.

You stumble but quickly spin back around to keep your eyes on the werewolf.

“Yes,” you snap, “the nemeton was left defenseless and was just reacting to the only supernatural beings left, dormant or not.”

Peter locks and then leans against the door.

“Me and you,” he says, crossing his arms.

You hum an affirmative and go about shoving your rumpled clothes back into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Noted.”

He has the audacity to throw you yet another one of those roguish smiles before those angelite eyes flash a supernatural electric blue.

That thing deep within you that turns your eyes white and forces a wail from your throat when death’s near rumbles inside your chest in response. You glare at Peter, shoving it down.

“Just tell me what you want.”

He claps before pulling a brown ornate jar out from behind his back.

“I want you to tell me what memory is trapped in these,” he scowls, “the full memory.”

“No shit,” you grunt.

When you reach for the jar he puts it more out of reach and inclines his head to give you a reproachful look though. You roll your eyes, the one time a man shows some interest in you and it’s this guy.

“I get it. The full memory or you’ll rip my throat out with your teeth or whatever.”

He scoffs but hands you the jar. You start to untwist it.

“The whole throat teeth thing is much more my nephew's style. No, I like to use my claws. There’s zero need for blood in my mouth when it’s sticking to my clothes.”

You grimace. Damn v-neck wearing bastard. No stable person talked like that, he was crazy, and you say as much out loud.

“So you're crazy?”

He laughs, sounding a little startled, and you dump the five werewolf claws into your palm. Ooookay.

“I’ve got to say, I like you way more than the other banshee I know.”

You grunt.

“Martin’s daughter, right?”

“Just the one,” he drawls.

You nod vaguely while inspecting the claws, turning them over with the fingers of your free hand. They’ve got a distinct hum of magic around them still, a particular frequency.

“These are Talia’s,” you state.

“Oh you are on a roll today, Sweetheart,” his eyes run over your body appreciatively before jumping back to your face. His smirk only widens at the unimpressed look you’re giving him, “now just tell me what she took from me.”

You give him one last pinched look before closing your eyes and clamping your fist around the sharp points. You exhale and focus on the frequency.

Alphas. Head of their packs. Crimson eyes. Leaders. Wolves. Chosen protector of Beacon Hills, burned alive on its lands after years of successfully protecting it and the people within it.

Your eyes snap open. They’re white. White like snow or powdered sugar. Like your mother’s favorite blanket on the back of the couch or like the steam from the pot when you whip up some soup when you’re missing your grandma like hell. White like the froth from crashing waves, like the blur between the mother, the spirit, and the crone when they flash before mortals eyes. White like the void between life and death.

The blank image before you, as you see with different eyes, flashes into one of a black haired woman. Talia Hale. She’s standing beside a chair, a chair Peter’s sitting in. Another flash and a screaming woman is there, talking about a baby and Peter and how it’s taking her power goddamnit!

You gasp, eyes blinking back to the present and keel forward, dropping the claws to the floor in the process. You barely make out the tiny clinks of them hitting the vinyl, hands resting on bent knees as harsh breaths rush from your chest.

Peter’s suddenly there, the claws are no longer on the ground and the jar’s nowhere to be seen. He grabs your forearms and then hefts you upright, shaking you.

“What? What was it? What’d you see?”

You groan and try to shake him off but he doesn’t budge. His grip only gets tighter.

“Fuck you,” you gasp. “You’ve got a kid - a Coyote wer - somewhere here in Beacon.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll catch any typos later.

In retrospect it really is wild how little black people were in Teen Wolf. Like, off the top of my head there was only four, I think.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[guardkeywolf]

The Captain and his Commander

"Wolf, c'mere for a sec..." Price beckoned over the 7'3" Ultrian Wolfian Commander to his space.

"Hmmm?" The Wolfian asked as he walked over to the older Brit.

"I need you're help real quick." Wolf came over to find the smaller man struggling to reach something at the top shelf. Wolf could see it was something but didn't know what.

He looked back down at Price.

"Can you get it for me?" Price asked, still with his back faced to him as he continued to try to reach for the object.

Wolf didn't question it as he moved closer to Price's back and simply reached up to grab the object Price so lovingly desired from the top of the cupboard. The Commander guessed it be one of his cigars he loved dearly but when he found it, he pulled it into the light and squinted at the object.

It was a bottle of lube. The Wolfian looked down at Price immediately when he felt Price's ass roll back into his cock, making him let out a low growl in pleasure. Price closed his eyes as he felt the Ultrian get hard underneath him.

"Fuck me... You got a monster I don't know about, Commander?" He asked as Commander rolled off his tongue sinfully. Wolf set down the lube and let his hands grip the Captain's thin, little waist, pulling him closer to him.

"What are you implying...Captian?" The Commander asked back, leaning down in the Captain's ear now.

Price held back a moan as he felt the Ultrian's massive hands slide up and down his sides. He reached back to grab the fur on the back of Wolf's neck, pulling him down to gaze at him.

"Wolf...please..." the man whined as he grinded back onto him.

Wolf was quick turn around and slam Price on the counter, locking his lips in a kiss and he picked up the man and set him on top of it. Price let his hands roam through the Ultrian Commander's fur as he continued kissing him. Wolf growled as he let his tongue breach Price's mouth, turning his head deeper to kiss the Captain even more.

Wolf moved his hands to grab onto Price's thighs and lift him before tearing off the man's pants and underwear in one swift move.

Price broke the kiss in shock as he watched his now torn pants and underwear flutter to the ground.

"Well if I knew you'd do that, I would have done this sooner..." he purred as he placed a hand underneath the Ultrian's chin, tilting it up slightly and his grinned down at him.

Wolf didn't respond as he attacked Price's neck as he set him back down on the counter carefully. Price let a loud moan escape him as the Wolfian's mouth sucked hickies into his neck, marking him as his.

Wolf pulled away, Price letting out a small whine of displeasure, before letting his hands wander down to unbuckle himself. Price placed a hand on his wrist to stop him from continuing. The Wolfian looked up in confusion.

"Let me." Price hopped down from the counter as he found himself on his knees and began to uncloth the Commander's member.

Price's eyes sparkled at the sight of the 12 inch monster. He couldn't hold back as he let his lips attach to it, Wolf's hand immediately attaching to the back of his head to pull him closer.

The Captain hummed happily as he felt the Commander tug at his hair before taking him fully into his mouth, letting his eyes drift up the Ultrian's body as he watched his head tilt back in pleasure. A long, low groan escaped his lips as he felt Price's lips drift along his member. He tugged at his hair harder now.

The Captain's skillful tongue worked around the Ultrian's thick member, moving his head back and forth as he slicked it up with his saliva.

Once fully slicked up, Price pulled off of him and looked up at him with eyes blown wide.

Wolf gave him a small smile before pulling him back up and leaning down to latch his mouth with Price's. Price moaned into the kiss softly as the Commander tasted himself on his tongue.

The man ran his hand all over his fur, enjoying the soft feeling run pass his fingers. Wolf closed his eyes, enjoying the Brit's touch, as he let his hands run down towards his hips. The Ultrian was quick to break the kiss before turning the man back around and having his ass face him.

"Wolf?" Price asked, confused as he looked back to meet the Ultrian's heated gaze.

He didn't get an answer as a scream left his lips when he felt something slimy slide over his hole. Wolf's snout was pressed against his hole. He cried outloud as he tried to grab onto something to stop his knees from buckling at the action. Thankfully, Wolf kept his hands on his hips, keeping him steady, as he spread his ass futher to lick even more of Price's hole.

Wolf ate Price out like a meal before finally being satisfied with his work and lining himself up with Price's hole. He rubbed over it a few times, watching the Captain's reaction as he struggled to keep himself up.

Wolf, without warning, slammed into the Captain. Price hollered as he was stretched in more ways than one. Wolf let his chin rest on his shoulder and he let Price adjust to his size, before continuing when he nodded.

He was relentless as usual. He basked in the sounds of Price's cries and he took his dick fully. Wolf angled his hips to hit the Captain's prostate, and growled at the man screamed from the pure pleasure. Price lay bent over the counter as Wolf pounded into him with a fast pace.

"W-WOLF, SLOW, ah fuck, SLOW DOWN!" Price cried as the Ultrian moved at inhuman speeds.

Wolf merely grunted in response and just went faster as he felt himself getting close to his climax. His grip tightened on Price's hips as he pulled him back to meet his thrust each time. The Ultrian enjoyed seeing the Captain like this but didn't dare voice it.

Price let a loud whine escape him as he came on the counter, body slumping completely as he orgasmed.

Wolf grinned slightly as he sped up his pace before feeling Price clamp down on his dick before coming inside the smaller man.

Wolf held him in place as he flooded his walls with his release. Price groaned softly as he felt Wolf's member buried inside him.

"Fuck..."

"Indeed..." Wolf responded as he held Price close to him.

"Ahem..." said a deep feminine voice from aside them.

Wolf turned his head to see Blitz and Ghost as they stared at them.

"Didn't take you as an exhibitionist, Wolf..." she grinned at him and he rolled his eyes at his daughter's tone.

Wolf merely grunted as he removed himself from Price slowly and cast a spell that cleaned the kitchen from their fun before opening a portal.

He picked up Price Bridal style and went through without saying another word to Blitz or Ghost.

"I'll be cleaning that from the cameras later on," the Ultrian-Hybrid chuckled to herself.

[seiwas]

iwaizumi hajime the type to run to the store for you at some outrageous time like 2am—

—in nothing but his sweatpants, sleep shirt hastily thrown on. it’s thinned out from each wash and is way too faded to be worn out; there’s a hole or two somewhere on the sides. and his hair’s all messed up, sticking out every which way with a bit of sleep still in his eyes.

he’s yawning through the aisles, slides smacking against the store floor as he looks for what you need. self check-out is mechanical at this point, movements memorised.

when he comes back home—to bed, you’re sat up against the headrest, waiting. he drops the paper bag beside you and climbs under the covers, slinging an arm around you as he whispers in your ear, lazy and sleep-laden while his eyes fall shut, “need anything else?”