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Every orc knew that if an elf walked around in the Whispering Wood on the longest night with a lantern, they were free game.
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- Part 1 of Creatures of the Whispering Wood
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14 Jun 2026
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"Derek? What the hell are you doing in my room at three in the morning? Seriously, Sourwolf, this is weird even for your standards."
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"No, no, no, this can't be happening again, Derek. When you realize what's going on, you're going to kill me or something worse, which wouldn't be very nice considering you're the one breaking into my house every full moon," Stiles huffed as he tried to get the wolf off him.
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"Okay, we're going to have to set some rules if we're going to be mystical moon roomies. Come here, pup," and he caught him in his arms as they settled into bed, just as they had a month ago.
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13 Jun 2026
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"In my defence," Ilya says, "I am only one-sixteenth werewolf."
"Huh?"
Ilya doesn't know how to explain that he is only just now discovering that the one-sixteenth is apparently all housed in his cock. But given where said cock is currently lodged he figures he won't have to in about, oh, five more seconds.
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Werewolves can only knot their soulmates, which isn't going to be a problem because Shane is just some boring hockey hook up, right?
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- Part 3 of Heated Shorts
Bookmarked by darkadria7
13 Jun 2026
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The creature settles over him, not deliberately terrifying but undoubtedly dangerous.
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Warrior Shane/Minotaur Ilya AU
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- Part 1 of Heated Shorts
Bookmarked by darkadria7
13 Jun 2026
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The moon was high and sharp in the sky, nearing its peak, casting long luminous streams through the large wall length windows.
Rays of light shining across Stiles' shuddering form where he lay sprawled naked and face down on the living room floor of Derek's loft.
"No more," Stiles croaked, voice hoarse, throat nearly raw.
His eyes were closed, but he could hear the sharp click click click of Derek's paw pads as he drew closer, feel the moist heat of his breath against the skin of Stiles' reddened ass.
A cool nose shoved at him, Derek's chest rumbling in a low growl. Stiles immediately understood the silent demand for what it was: Lift your ass up.
"I can't," he shook his head against the floor, his asshole was done for—alliterated beyond repair. "Derek, please." come from the previous rounds was still leaking out of him, slicking his thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Derek's growl deepened into a snarl, and sharp teeth nipped at his skin, a warning. A demand. Obey.
Bookmarked by darkadria7
13 Jun 2026