Nov 5, 2023
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Stiles and Allison as dual Nogitsune
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Teen Wolf Moodboards:
Stiles and Allison as dual Nogitsune
based on a softer world - sentinel, for @sparkwhorunswithwolves
In 2017, I posted 37,405 words onto AO3, which is great in comparison to 2016’s 23,915! And it doesn’t include my incomplete nano attempt, so I’m actually feeling great about this lol.
Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments or kudos, to anyone who has provided feedback or beta-ing, and especially to the @writingfeedbacknetwork, who have really been amazing cheerleaders.
Teen Wolf:
Ten Years Later (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 600 words)
Scott asks for Kira’s help after ten years of her having left Beacon Hills.
everyone’s waiting for the next surprise (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 1011 words)
Nightmare Before Christmas AU, where Scott is a werewolf who bakes and doesn’t always love his job. Kira may help with that.
side-effects (Isaac/Malia. Rated G. 487 words)
Malia and Isaac sit quietly in the preserve and no one comments on it.
someone special (Derek/Scott. Rated G. 1391 words)
Scott uses cookies to confess his feelings. Derek is only a little slow on the uptake.
tender - Allison/Stiles
this is some sort of vague criminal au. warnings for mentions of gunshot wounds and fainting. on ao3 here!
“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think this is going to hurt?”
Allison takes a moment to carefully consider the question as she brushes a piece of lank hair away from Stiles’ sweat-covered brow. The bullet wound in the back of his leg isn’t fatal; it passed through fatty tissue and muscle, and the bleeding has already stopped, which is definitely a blessing. But the bullet still has to come out, and while their first-aid kit is relatively well-stocked, it’s lacking in heavy painkillers (or even alcohol, although that’s definitely a last resort for muffling the pain).
“Are we talking your pain scale or mine?” she finally asks, glancing over his shoulder at where Lydia is pulling a pair of disposable gloves onto her hands. She’s had bullets removed before, and while it certainly didn’t feel great, she’s always managed to get through it by sinking her teeth into the rough leather of a belt.
Stiles, on the other hand, is very new to this business of hers, the business she inherited from her father, and while he’s proved adept at dishing out punishment when necessary, his pain tolerance is far from high.
“Mine, obviously,” he groans. He raises his head off of the table and tries to glance back over his shoulder at where Lydia is preparing the other tools she’ll need. Allison directs his face back to hers with a firm grasp, which she makes up for by tenderly cradling his cheek with her palm.
“It’ll be fine,” she says, plastering on the brightest smile she can muster up. “I promise. It won’t hurt that bad.” She doesn’t enjoy lying to him, but it’s best to give him a moment of hope, something to cling to.
Besides, if the way he’s continuing to grow pale and clammy is any indication, he won’t be conscious for the actual procedure.
Brushing away another piece of hair away from his face, she catches Lydia’s eye over his shoulder. She’s holding a scalpel in her steady, sure hands, and she gives Allison a single nod before she leans down, grasping Stiles’ bare thigh below the hem of his underwear.
Allison leans in closer, until their foreheads are braced together, and reaches out for Stiles’ hand.
“It’ll hurt less if you stay still,” she murmurs, squeezing his fingers tightly.
Before Stiles can say anything, Lydia brings the scalpel down, and after a single sharp gasp, Stiles’ eyes roll up into his head and he passes out.
Allison rolls her eyes fondly and presses a kiss to his damp forehead.
His pain tolerance definitely needs some improvement.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Allison Argent/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: First Time, Loss of Virginity, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Riding, Panic Series: Part 8 of Kinktober 2023, Part 7 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:
After two ritual virgin sacrifices have occurred, Stiles starts to panic about becoming the third. Allison fixes the problem.
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warning for brief mentions of sex. on ao3 here.
“Shit, I’m dying!”
“Again?” Allison asks, not bothering to look up from the textbook she’s skimming through. She wriggles her bare toes further underneath the warmth of Stiles’ thigh, just as he jumps slightly and makes a sound bizarrely close to a growl.
“Yep, again,” he groans, cursing underneath his breath, the joystick on his controller squeaking as he viciously thumbs at it. “I don’t know why this is so hard, Scott did it in five minutes and I think he was drunk.”
“That may have just been luck,” Allison points out, glancing over at the screen. There’s a flurry of movement as Stiles runs around in circles, trying to avoid the massive boss that appears to be throwing machetes in him. Before she can turn back to her book, the screen flashes red and Stiles’ character falls to the ground with an agonized moan.
“Fuck,” Stiles groans, dropping his head back against the sofa. “Maybe the eighth time will be the charm.”
“I don’t think that’s usually how it works,” Allison says. She closes the textbook with a crisp snap before leaning over and plucking the mildly sweaty controller from Stiles’ fingers. “Let me give it a shot.”