BAMF!Stiles

Best Mistake - Part 2 -Smut

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,140
AN: Part 2! This is gonna be a longer series than I thought…oops?

Part 1

Polish translations:
Skarbie - Darling
Kotek - Kitten



“Stiles, I’m pregnant.”

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Stiles x Reader

A/N: Yet another cute suggestion from a sweet anon that wanted to cheer me up with an idea. Thank you! Also, this is very short..

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Yet another nudge on your shoulder got you to wake up from your sleep. “Oh sorry, did I wake you?” Stiles whispered as you let out a slightly annoyed grunt.


“Yes you did, for about the third time now…” you playfully grunted and snuggled closer against his chest, hoping to fall asleep again just as quick as the other times. He smirked as he watched you nuzzled into his t-shirt.

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Two's Company - Stiles Stilinski - Part 2

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Reader.

Originally posted by inderlander

You were having trouble coming to terms with your pregnancy. You slept at Stiles’ every night and you cried yourself to sleep. It was tough to say the least. At this point you thought you were 24 weeks. You hadn’t said anything, you hadn’t talked to Stiles about it any further, you hadn’t even gone to the doctor, you’d figured your own due date.

You opened Stiles’ closet and sighed. You were even starting to grow out of his clothes. “Babe..let me take you shopping for maternity clothes…please?” Stiles placed his hands on your hips and you laid your head on his chest.

“I want to tell your dad.” You mutter.

“He’s at the station. Let’s go.” Stiles said nonchalantly.

“What? I thought you’d say no.” You back away.

“Nah, he needs to know.” He holds his hand out and laces his fingers with yours. “Let’s go.”

You both walk into the station and head straight for the sheriff’s office. Stiles knocks on the door and the two of you walk in.

“Hey, you two. I was just about to call and see what you wanted for dinner.” He smiles.

You both sit down and look at him. “Dad, we need to talk to you.” Stiles looks at his hands.

“Is everything okay?” Noah looks to you.

“No? I mean yes..but no.” You say quickly.

He chuckles. “You and Stiles are quite the pair.”

Stiles sits up. “We may have gotten ourselves into a situation…which led to many other situations that put us in the situation we’re in now…” He mumbles.

Your boyfriend’s father looks at you. “Translate?”

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out.

He chuckles. “I know. I just wondered when you’d tell me.”

Stiles squints at his father. “How?”

“Obviously you’re growing quickly, plus you both have been pretty quiet lately which isn’t normal…you kinda live with us too..not that I mind. It’s just obvious.” He shrugs. “Your mom was the same way with me. When she was pregnant we were attached at the hip.” He smiles at you.

“You’re okay with this?” You say surprised.

“No..but I know I’ve raised my son well and he’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. I know you two are responsible.” He nods at Stiles. “Have you been to the doctor?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t want people to judge me…” You say quietly.

“Make an appointment. You’ll be glad you did.”

The three of you stand and hugs are exchanged.

“I’ll see you at home. Chinese okay?”

“More than okay.” You and Stiles say in unison. You intertwine hands and leave.

You get in the Jeep and look at Stiles. “That was easy.” Stiles laughs.

“Yeah..it was.” You smile. “I guess I should make an appointment.”

You pick up your phone and dial your gynecologist. Luckily they have a spot open in thirty minutes. You tell Stiles and you head to the doctor. You go inside and wait for them to call you back. You look around at all of the other women, most of them pregnant.

You look up at Stiles and smile. He looks way out of his league. You get called back and you get set up on a bed.

The nurse gives you an ultrasound and she gathers your information. She leaves the room and Stiles looks at you. “Why didn’t she tell us anything?”

“Nurses aren’t allowed to tell genders or anything. Doctors do that.” You smile. He nods in understanding as the doctor walks in. She introduces herself to Stiles and begins the second ultrasound. “Well..it looks like you’re having a boy.” You smile at Stiles. He’d guessed that in the waiting room. “Oh! Two boys.” She smiles at you.

“Wait..two?” You look at her wide-eyed and she nods.

You hear a loud thump and when you look over Stiles is on the floor. He fainted. You roll your eyes and look at the doctor. “Two…for sure?” She nods and you groan. One was overwhelming but two?“

“I’ll go get the pictures and I’ll let you two talk.” She leaves the room. You swing your leg over the table and kick Stiles. He groans and stands up. “Two boys.” He looks at you like he might pass out again.

“I just turned 18 and I’m going to have two sons.” He covers his eyes with his hands.

You scoff. “You’re worried about you? Stiles I’m 16 and having two sons. I’m not even a senior yet.”

He turns to face you and takes your hand. “You’re right..I’m sorry.” He kisses your forehead. “We definitely need to talk to my dad…wow. Twins.”

He sits in the chair beside you. He zones out when the doctor comes back in.

“Well, Y/N, you’re about 26 weeks. Here are your ultrasound pictures.”

She hands you pictures of your babies. You look at them and suddenly nothing else matters. A flip has switched in you. You smile softly as you look at the two babies nestled next to each other. You are no longer a teenager. You’re a parent. All it took was a doctor’s appointment.

You schedule an appointment for a check up before leaving. You get in the car with Stiles and you hand him the pictures. You see the same emotions flash through his eyes that went through your head. You see his demeanor change and you know these babies were not an accident.

“It’s so much different seeing it as a picture instead of on a screen.” He says in amazement. He places a hand on your belly. “Hey little dudes. It’s your daddy.” You watch him as he rubs your stomach and you smile.

Stiles Stilinski is the love of your life and the father of your children.

You invited everyone over to update them on the pregnancy. “So, do you have pictures of the ultrasound?” Lydia asks.

You nod. “You can’t see them yet.”

She groans. “I want to see the little Stilinskis.” She pats your bump. You laugh and follow her into the living room. You sit beside Stiles and he wraps an arm around you.

You’d been a bit sick after coming home from the doctor. It was normal, nausea and a headache.

He kisses your forehead. “How are you, baby girl?” You melt at his pet name.

“Much better.” You peck him on the lips and lay your head on his shoulder.

“So..we’re having a boy.” Stiles grins as everyone claps with excitement. “There’s more..we’re having two boys! Talk about good sperm, huh babe?” He nudges you and you move away from him.

“You’re such a boy.” You smack his arm.

“Can we see the ultrasound pictures?” Lydia asks and you hand them to her. Everyone crowds around her and looks.

Scott walks over and sits beside Stiles. You hear the two of them talk but you’re distracted by your thoughts. You think about your future, how you and Stiles will provide for your babies. You wonder how many jobs the two of you will have to work while maintaining good grades in school.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden movement. “Oh my god, babe! Babe, the babies are kicking!” You smile at him and he whips his head towards you. He immediately places both hands on your stomach. He gets up and squats in front of you. He puts his head on your stomach and whispers. “Hi, it’s your dad here.” You smile at your dork of a boyfriend. “You both are going to be so spoiled and so loved.” He rubs circles on your belly. “You’re lucky to have the mommy you do, too. Now, if you could kindly stop kicking her that’d be great.”

“Stiles don’t smart off to our babies.” You laugh.

“I’m just getting them used to it.” He grins up at you. “Our babies have to have a sense of humor, right?”

I noticed something interesting as I was looking at my two most recent pieces.
Stiles and Malia are both blue. They are both cool colors, which I chose for their personalities (and the fact that Malia is a beta whose eyes glow blue).
This is the reason, personality wise, they didn’t work out.
They both need someone warm, Scott and Lydia, in their lives and as their partner. Someone to help tame them, someone to bring them back to the light when they’ve drifted too far.

accent | stiles stilinski

Originally posted by gifs-of-stiles

prompt: 89- “your accent it adorable”

request: reader has an aussie accent and can you make it like mild smut!!! like her accent turns him on!?!?!

first days are always the worst, especially when it’s your senior year and your starting off at a new school in a completely different country. you have to find a new group of friends, new set of goals, new career path.

and that’s what i was experiencing right now

to start of my day i was extremely late, i slept through my alarm and the hot water system had been shut off and on top of that my car refused to turn over

so that brings me to now rushing through the hall trying to find my chemistry class as the second bell has well and truly rung, i approach the door and swing it open all eyes darting to me

“fuck” i cuss realising it was aloud and not in my head, the teacher jolts up staring at me “you must be miss (y/l/n) i nod brushing my hair out of my face

“yes im terrible sorry, is this mr harris’s class?” he nods the class whispering amongst themselves “well thank you for finally making an appearance miss-” he pauses and i fill him in ”(y/l/n)“

he glances at me annoyed “yes- why don’t you take a seat next to mr stilinski, so we can finally start the lesson” i nod nervousness bubbling up inside me

my eyes dart around the class room trying to find the boy as to whom am supposed to be sitting with, i spot a brunette toward the back flailing around in panic

there was an empty seat next to him so i briskly walk toward the desk “stilinski?” he nods giving me a thumbs up “bloody hell” I mumble slipping into my seat

the teacher breaks us off into pairs to do the experiment, meaning myself and this tall brunette were going to be working together

i turn to face him “my names (y/n), by the way” he’s stares at me like he cannot believe the words coming out of my mouth. i giggle to myself blushing

“and you must be?” he snaps out of his haze sitting upright combing his fingers through his hair “stiles- stilinski” i nod

“stiles stilinski huh?” i muse intrigued by the name “oh lord Jesus” he mutters and i furrow my eyebrows in confusing “something wrong?” he shakes his head

“no it’s just i uh- your accent is adorable” i chuckle looking away then back to the boy realising he isn’t joking “oh your serious?” i say shocked

“god yes- i wish you could hear yourself speak it’s honestly driving me crazy” i smirk at the cute boy wiggling closer to him “oh really?”

he swallows clearing his throats as i edge closer to him “yeah uh yeah really-” he tears his gaze from me and tries to focus on the teacher scribbling instructions on the board.

“you never heard an australian accent?” i tease brushing my arm against his.

he taps his pen against the desk trying to distract himself but i place my hand over his “you okay?” he nods bringing the pen up to his lips

“yeah im just stressed it’s been a long week” i nod “how can i help you?” he sighs shaking his head “release my stress? i have no idea”

i light lickers in my brain and i found myself smirking as i lower my hand off the table and under the desk, placing my hand on the boys thigh

he jolts up gaining the attention of his friends "you okay stiles?” the raven haired boy asked glancing between the pair of us before settling back to his red headed partner shrugging her shoulder in response

“shut up” he smiles sarcasm dripping from her words before glancing back at me before noticing that i had removed my hand from his thigh and that I was now scribbling down notes

“hey” he whined shuffling his seat closer to you “can i help you with something?” i offer placing the end of my pen onto my plump lips battering my eyelashes at the love struck teen

the bell sounds and i giggling collecting up my books before handing the boy his text book “you might need this for your little friend” you point down to the ten pitched in the brunette pants before standing from your seat

he cuss scrambling to cover himself as he leaves me laughing “see you around stilinski”

“(y/n)! wait!”

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Everything Changes

 Pairing: Stiles x Little!Sister!Reader

Requested: Yes by anon.

A/N: I did post this earlier but decided to take it down and post it again <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

A mother was someone who was there to protect, cherish and love their child; even if it was an unborn one. You stood there, staring into the full length mirror in your bedroom, your hand circled around the bump that showed up last night. Tears brimmed at the end of your eyes, but you sniffed them back; trying to be strong.

Scott could hear you from downstairs crying, he could feel the sadness radiating off you ever since they rescued you from the dread doctors the night before. “She’s crying,” He whispered to your brother and his best friend. Stiles looked up the staircase, before nodding towards it; indicating that they should go up to you. “You go up,” Scott said, “She needs you more than me right now.”

Stiles forced a smile to your boyfriend, and patted his back. Stiles couldn’t understand the pain that Scott was going through; you two were together for nearly two years ever since you were fourteen and he was sixteen. Everyone looked down on it at first, thinking it was only going to last a week or so; like most teenage relationships but you two were different. You stood by him when he first got bit and now he was going to stand by you, but he understand that you only needed your brother now.

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 2

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only far in the story

A/N: here’s the next part! Hope you all like it!

Tags : @kwien-cee @saoirsewhittle @standalls @anonimereader06 @shantayok @thiscuriouslymiss @dashofsunshineblog  (I tagged the people who wanted to be tagged and the people who commented last chapter, if you don’t want your name tagged, just tell me and I’ll remove it!)

In this chapter: I am dreaming? I am crazy? Or is this real?


My head was hurting horribly. That was the first thing I noticed when I began to gain consciousness. Then my fingers met the smooth surface of the blanket. It was only after that I felt an unpleasant smell, an antiseptic odor that made me recall unpleasant memories.

I opened my eyes abruptly and the sudden light aggravated my headache, so I closed my eyes, placing a protective hand in front of them. Still confused by sleep, I didn’t understand where I was. However, something stung my hand when I stretched it out to protect my eyes. Curious, I made an attempt to open my eyes again. In the beginning I saw nothing but white and everything was tangled. Then my vision stabilized and I could finally see what was on my hand.

An intravenous catheter.

I glanced over the tube to the bag of saline solution hanging from the bed above my head, and I understood. I looked around me, a bewildered expression on my face as I heard the beep of my heartbeat rise on the monitor. Gray walls, blinding light, colorless blankets. A hospital room.

What was I doing here? So I dreamed? I laugh nervously as I lay back against the pillow. The relief came suddenly, it was only a dream and I must have had an accident and a powerful blow on the head. It was by passing my other hand against my face, the one that was not attached to the solute that I noticed something that cut my breath. My right hand was hidden under a splint that covered both my hand and my wrist. My breathing became wheezing and I felt my head start to spin again as I stared at the blanket that covered the lower part of my body. It was with a stifling fear that I quickly removed the blanket to stare at my bare legs under the hospital jacket. And one thing around my ankle, an elastic bandage.

The scene came to my mind. The forest, my fall, my ankle stripped and my wrist wounded.

I shook my head. It was impossible, I had to imagine this entire scenario, I was watching too many television series. I watched too much Teen Wolf, my mother was right and I promised myself to take a break in the show. I had an accident quite normal, and coincidence made that I had the same wounds as in my dream, nothing serious. I closed my eyes, sighing, still sitting in my bed, the blanket now on the floor.

My room door opened and I expected to see my mother or an ordinary doctor comes in, but what I saw paralyzed me and made me step back in my bed.

“You’re finally waking up,” mutters the person, approaching me cautiously. She soon noticed my frightened look and stopped at a good distance from me, raising her hands. “I don’t want to hurt you; I’ll just look at your vital signs.”

My eyes filled with water.

“I’m going crazy …” I muttered sobbing.

A compassionate smile appeared on her face as she put her hands on my bag of solute.

“You’re not crazy,” she added, looking at me. “My name’s Melissa, and if you need anything, you can ask me, okay?” “

I shook my head as I tried to stand up against her from where she stood, trying to put as much distance as possible between us, but my hand connected to the solute stopped me. Melissa stretched out her hands to me, trying to calm me down, but panic was gaining me. I pulled the catheter abruptly and pulled it out, grimacing in pain, then pulling the clamp out of my index finger, which took my pulse, which was very fast at that time.

“You must lie down,” she said, still calmly and gently. But I didn’t want to listen to her, she wasn’t supposed to exist, she was a character in my favorite show, not my world! Yes, it was one of my fantasies to find myself in the world of my favorite series, but it was just a fantasy, not the reality, and at this moment the dream seemed too real for me to have any pleasure meeting fictional characters.

I disobeyed her when I got up. A sharp pain immediately caught my ankle when I laid it on the cold floor, and I had to catch up on the bed. However, I caught up with my hand in the plaster and made the pain worse. A moan of pain escaped from my mouth as Melissa began to walk around the bed to come and help me.

“No!” I screamed at her as I drew back hard against the wall near my bed. She stopped, her eyes now anxious and on the defensive. I had to wake up, I had to wake up, it was only a dream!

My head was turning a thousand miles an hour and I could feel my heartbeat in my temples. Melissa was standing between me and the exit door. I had to go, call my parents, tell someone. I didn’t understand anything, I was so confused!

“You’re confused,” Melissa confirmed, continuing to move toward me. She was beginning to be too close to me, and it made me nervous. I didn’t want her to come near. I wanted to leave.

“I want to leave …” I sobbed.

She finally reached me and put her hands on my shoulders as the tears ran down my cheeks.

“Go back to your bed, dear, and we’ll call your parents.”

I nodded, tired and slightly relieved and limped with her help to my bed. I passed by Melissa, which was now on the opposite side of the door.

“The sheriff will not be late in arriving, he has questions to ask you,” she added, making me frozen with fear. The sheriff. The sheriff Stilinski. Stiles’ father. Explain myself. To say what? I was going to pass for crazy!

A surge of adrenaline rushed me to the brain and suddenly I decided. The path was clear, so I took advantage of this opportunity to limp as fast as I could towards the door, pushing Melissa aside. Walking so quickly with my wound hurt me badly, and Melissa’s voice telling me not to go out resonated in my skull. I didn’t know why I was so anxious or why I was so afraid. I knew that no one was going to hurt me, but I just couldn’t believe it was real. I was in denial, a total denial that urged my entire body to do everything to escape.

I finally reached the door and opened it abruptly, hearing Melissa close behind me. She was going to stop me from escaping, and that thought helped me to continue. I finally left the room and found myself in the corridors of Beacon Hills General Hospital. I perfectly recognized the floor, the walls, the chairs arranged on the sides. But I didn’t know where the exit was, so I took left without thinking and continued limping on the wall. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go far, but I had to go out, I wanted to go out, and that even if it meant finding myself outside foot naked in a hospital jacket.

Melissa didn’t pursue me, and I didn’t try to understand why. At the next turn, I recognized the corridor as the one that led to the outside. I met several doctors, but none of them paid me attention. I didn’t give them either. The exit was closer and closer, I approached slowly and painfully but I could already feel the freedom on my skin. I was going to get there! The adrenaline was still traveling through my body and giving me the strength and energy to continue.

When I reached the doors, they opened at the same time to a person whom I never thought I could see. Even considering the unrealistic possibility that I was in the world of Teen Wolf. Our eyes met, and the panic in mine made her panic too. I slowly backed away shaking my head negatively, not believing my eyes.

“You’re dead …” I whispered feeling an intolerable and unusual pain piercing my ribcage when those words crossed my lips. I couldn’t breathe; the pain was so intense it was like my heart was pierced by a poisoned blade. I put my hand on my heart as I sought my breath, folded in two when strong arms grabbed me to lift me up.

“Calm down!”

I struggled as best I could from the grasp of the person who had caught me, taken by a sudden panic mixed with the strange pain in my heart that was still there.

“We have no choice,” Melissa muttered as I felt a needle in my thigh. The last thing I saw before sinking under the effects of the sedative was Allison Argent, misunderstanding look on her sweet face.

Alive.


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killgirl4568  asked:

Could you do a Void Stiles imagine where the reader is physically and mentally abused by him and she has to try and get over it and you and take it where you want to from there?

Every night you wake up from the same nightmare. Every night you wake up doused in sweat. Every night you see his face and his smile and you want to scream. Every night you are remembered of what happened that night.

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Everyone is the pack knew something was wrong with Stiles. Everyone noticed the attitude adjustment and the way his face was changing. Over time it just seemed he got ruder and paler.  The one thing the pack didn’t know was what the new Stiles would do. Scott couldn’t even protect his own pack members from “Void Stiles”.

Soon after the pack found out what happened to the usually goofy boy they started calling the change Void. Apparently some Japanese spirit took over Stiles’s body and used it for evil. You never knew the boy you loved so much could cause you so much pain. It wasn’t that bad at first, small comments that weren’t ordinary. The comments Void Stiles said always hurt though. Comments like, “Sorry love, you’re not as beautiful as before”. Things like that got under your skin.

Then one night you got a call from Stiles, saying how normal he felt and how he’s finally changed back. Sadly you believed him and agreed to meet at his house. Stiles’s dad was working late that night and you felt an eerie feeling as you entered into the dark house. Then you noticed Stiles on top of the stairs with dark circles under his eyes and a cheshire cat type smile on his face.

You tried to turn around and run out of the door but it slammed in front of you. The doors were locked as well, giving you no escape from the house. “God please Stiles,” you pleaded with the boy. Stiles didn’t reply, however he started slowly making his way down the steps. You reached down in your jean pocket and pulled out your phone, quickly dialing Scott’s number.

“Scott! Please help me! I’m at Stiles,” You shouted at him as he answered the phone. Suddenly you felt a hand slap your face and the next thing you knew your on the floor. You noticed Stiles still smiling as he started to get closer to you, you tried to scoot away from him as fast as you could.

“I tried to play nice, Y/N, but looks like someone wants to be a fucking bitch!” Void Stiles screamed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up. Tears started to fill your eyes as you felt hair being pulled out of your scalp. “GET THE FUCK UP!” Void Stiles screamed before pushing you full force against the wall.

“Stiles, please this isn’t you,” you cried out to him, hoping the boy you once knew would wake up. Void Stiles just started walking around you, playing with you like you were a mouse and he was a cat. He kept on doing these ‘tisk’ noises, like he was disciplining you.

“This is the new and improved me love,” He said while laughing maniacally. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to him. “Sadly love, you don’t make the cut for the new me,” He said before throwing you into the glass coffee table. Your body smashing the glass into tiny pieces. The shards digging into your flesh.

“F..uc..k you,” You managed to say to the boy, holding on for your dear life. The pain throbbing throughout your whole body. Suddenly you heard multiple bangings on the door and then some muffled shouts.

“Well love, it’s time for me to run,” Void Stiles said before walking out the back door. All you heard was a door being broken down and multiple people running in. The pack surrounded your broken body, someone lifted you up and carried you to a car.

The next thing you remember was waking up in the bright hospital room, Lydia and Scott asleep on the sofa. You tried to lift yourself up and speak to them, but the pain was to much to bare. You just feel back asleep.

A/N: Oops I did it again! I’m like the queen of taking hiatuses I guess. Well I hope y’all enjoy it and I hope the person who requested it liked it! I honestly don’t know how I feel about this imagine, but that’s how I feel about a lot of my recent writing.