anything supernatural happens = Scott is responsible to try to stop it

Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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Lucky Number 24 - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5008

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Lacrosse Week Special for my favorite bby, Stiles. I can’t believe I just wrote this. I never intended for it to actually turn into that but I got to the point I wanted to, and kinda couldn’t stop from there.

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friendship goals // stiles stilinski

Summary: Having only ever been acquaintances, Stiles & Y/N find out what benefits come along with being friends

Requested: no, collab with @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut throughout

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“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.

“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.

They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.

“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.” She smiled as she reached for his hands. 

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Tuesday Fic Rec #7

The Principal Thing by @mermaid-reyes / fuchs | Stiles/Derek | t | 4k

Out of everything wrong with the world, out of everything horrible that has happened to Stiles, out of kanimas and werewolves and sociopathic hunters and batshit insane high school students, Stiles had thought that his eventual and inevitable demise would be slightly more dramatic than this.

I LOVE THIS. IT’S SO HUMAN AND REAL AND I LOVE THE WAY THIS WRITING MAKES ME FEEL. I READ THIS OFTEN. I LOVE DEREK RESPONDING TO STILES’ PAIN AND AND ❤️❤️❤️❤️

who’s gonna run this town tonight by @callunavulgari | Stiles/Derek | m | 7k

“So,” Derek says, after they break free of the preserve. They’re maybe ten minutes away from the station. “Who is it? The John Doe?”

“Should you really be asking me that, Deputy Hale?” Stiles mutters into his knees, voice strangely weak for someone who spent the last thirty minutes mouthing off to the people arresting him. “I’m not afraid of you,” Derek says before he can stop himself, glancing quickly at the road before returning the majority of his attention to the rear-view.

“Maybe you should be,” Stiles whispers, and Derek jolts like he’s been hit. He returns his attention to the road, ignoring Stiles slumping back into his seat, so he almost misses the quiet voice from behind him. “Scott McCall. Someone killed my brother and I mean to find out who the fuck did it. Nobody’s going to stop me, not even you.”

Beautiful role reversal fic with Stiles as the omega werewolf that meets Deputy Hale after Scott is killed. Stiles is a little shit (◡‿◡✿) Derek cares about him anyway (◕‿◕✿)

The Importance of Vaccinating Your Lycanthrope by Stoney | Sterek | g | 5k

Herd immunity only works if the herd stays vaccinated, Derek. Well, it’s not like Derek had ever expected that he’d need an MMR, etc. Stiles. Good thing Stiles is awesome at sick beds. Yes he is, too, Derek.

Just some soft, gentle hurt/comfort fic with human!Derek that always warms my heart ❤️

Telling the Sheriff by kamawe | Stiles/Derek | Stiles/Derek | g | 15k

The couple of days leading to Stiles telling his dad about supernatural are not fun.

Sleep deprivation and exhaustion (◕‿◕✿) Relatable Content™ right here. Through a series of unfortunate events Stiles wears himself out between spending time with werewolves and his father and eventually…well. They tell the Sheriff. 

Carry on, Love is Coming by @finduilasclln | Stiles/Derek | t | 6k 

When Stiles breaks his knee after battling the latest supernatural disaster, he needs someone to take care of him.

With tags like “Hurt/Comfort” and “Derek Takes Care of Stiles” this fic pulls me in right off the bat. I love this fic, beginning to end. Stiles having human injuries and human emotions about being injured and I just thoroughly enjoy this fic, always. 

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(Love) Sick and Dying by har1ey_quinn | Stiles/Derek | g | 5k 

“Do you need me to carry you?” Derek looks like anything Stiles says in an affirmative response will only result in him being thrown out the window.

“I-” Stiles squints at Derek. Apparently his lack of response is not good enough for the werewolf, so he takes it upon himself to try and shift Stiles into a sitting position on the bed. “Whoa, head rush. Ow.” Stiles brings his hands to rub at his temples, eyes shut in pain. The throbbing is getting unbearable now.

Stiles gets sick and Derek gets guilty. They work it out though and it’s the cutest, softest thing ever ❤️

They're Blue - Stiles Stilinski Oneshot

Prompt: Stiles is having a hard time controlling his shift, so he turns to his anchor for help, but it doesn’t work. (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Mentions of dying, sad

Word Count: 1,370

Pairing: Werewolf!Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: Glad I got this out of my drafts. Hope you like it :)


You didn’t expect to become the only human in the pack. You see there was two humans in the pack, You and Stiles, but after what happened to Stiles he didn’t have much a choice. Stiles life was at stake. He was practically on his deathbed. So you had to turn to your only option left; Scott. Scott bit Stiles in order to save his life. It was hard enough as it was, but Stiles becoming a werewolf, now that was even harder. He had a hard time trying to control his shifting. But he had his friends to help him along the way.

“Tell me again why were here” Malia said. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to attend another pack meeting.

“Because there’s a super moon tonight, and we need to make sure nobody does anything stupid” All eyes turn to face Liam after Scott said that.

“Oh come on, it was one time” He whined.

“Yeah and that’s still embedded into our heads” Stiles told him.

“It was really hot out that night” He shrugged.

“Beacon Hills usually is during the summer” Stiles quipped.

“Okay we get it guys, knock it off you two” You gave a playful stern look to them. Whether those two believed it or not they were the best of pals. Liam looked up to Stiles and Scott, but Liam would appreciate it more if the guidance consisted without the constant sarcasm and teasing.

“Y/N’s right, we have a serious matter, this isn’t like any other moon we’ve been through, the super moon will make us more aggressive, stronger, even violent, and we all have to stay alert at all times, we can’t risk anyone getting hurt” Scott said in his alpha leader tone.

“Or killed” Malia pitched in.

“Exactly” Scott nodded.

“So how will we be able to control it?” Hayden questioned.

“We have chains, so shouldn’t that at least help get you through the night?” Lydia said.

“It’s not enough, everyone would break free instantly” Scott shook his head.

What about mountain ash, would that hold you guys back?” Mason suggested.

“That’s not a bad idea” Stiles nodded.

“Great problem solved! Um but what are we going to do about the human in the room?” You pointed at yourself.

“The human…will stay as far away from any of us” Stiles flailed his arms around gesturing to the supernatural beings in the room.

“I wanna help!” You pleaded.

“No, I’m not risking putting you in danger!”

“Since when do you get to decide on my well being”,”What cat got your tongue now?!”. You raised an eyebrow.

“Just stay out of it Y/N, j-just go home” He pointed to the door. Everyone of your friends avoiding your gaze.

“Fine” You muttered. Little did he know you weren’t going to listen to him.


“Okay I think that’s enough mountain ash to keep you guys in” Mason got up and dusted his palms on his jeans.

“Good job Mason” Lydia stood beside him behind the line of mountain ash. She used the lake house for situations like these. Scott, Hayden, Liam, Malia, and Stiles were all chained up to poles, the mountain was for just in case. All of them could feel how the super moon was effecting them. They let out animalistic grunts and growls. Fur growing on their face, claws coming out of their fingernails. It was a recipe for a serious disaster.

“I think that’s are cue to leave!” Mason started tugging on Lyds upperarm.

“Good idea” She nodded her head in agreement. They ran to Lydia’s car hoping that the mountain ash was enough to keep them from running wild into the night. When they thought they were good, it just got worse. They saw you walking towards the shed. Lydia immediately calling you to retreat.

You walked towards the door pushing it forwards, the door creaking in response. You stood at the door looking into the dark quiet room, just as you were about to take a step, you couldn’t help but stop dead in your tracks, five glowing eyes staring right back at you.

They charged at you at full speed growling. You stumbled back and fell on your butt, crawling backwards as they approached you. Although the only thing that was keeping them from tearing you to shreds was the line of mountain ash aligned at the door, creating a strong force field that most supernatural creatures couldn’t break through; thankful it worked on werewolves.

You stared at the gaze of your boyfriend Stiles. HIs golden irises staring you down. He never looked more scary.

“…Stiles” You slowly stood.

“This isn’t you okay, it’s the moon taking control of you”

“THIS IS ME!” He roared making you flinch.

“No it’s not!” You cried out. You took each step with caution.

“Baby, just j-just find an anchor, yeah an anchor, okay me, think of me!” You nodded.

“The only thing I want to find is my teeth in that pretty neck of yours!” Okay now you were terrified.

“Stiles please, okay, you have to fight this!” You were now face to face with him. You hand on the force field. You couldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N!” You whipped your head to see Lydia and Mason approaching you. Stiles took your distraction as an advantage, pushing onto the invisible wall making the force field knock you off balance. You slipped on your feet falling to your back, your left foot skidding across the line of mountain ash, breaking it in the process.

“ugh..Stiles” you whispered out in pain. You saw him slowly approach you looking at you as if you were prey. Your eyes widened fearing the worst to come.

“NO!” Lydia screamed, not just any scream, a banshe scream, she was running to you as fast as she could in her heel boots. The rest of the pack gathered around now fulling in control of themselves, looked down at the scene in front of them. Mason being the only one who seemed to call for help, yet nobody would make it in time.

You didn’t know what was happening. It felt like a blur. You felt a horrendous pain in your chest., but you were going numb. You were going in an out of an unconscious state of mind. Then everything seemed to go black. Stiles stopped suddenly, his mind finally processing what he had just done. His claws were dripping with blood. Your blood. His eyes went back to their original chocolate brown. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face caressing it softly.

“B-baby? No no no no no… Y/N nooo please wake up” He whispered.

“Stiles..” Scott voice rang out.

“NO! Y/N!” Stiles yelled out. He brought you into his arms rocking you back and forth kissing your hair. Your head flung back. Your whole body was limp. You were practically weightless. He could no longer hear the sound of your heart beating.

“No baby I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Tears were pooling out of his eyes.

Scott, Malia, Liam, and Hayden didn’t hear any thumping in your chest. You were gone. Lydia was on the floor weeping for her friend, weeping for you.

Stiles knew the risk’s, he knew what would happen to you, but he didn’t think he would be the one to take away your life. Sirens could be heard approaching. It wasn’t the ambulance though, it was Stiles father and Deputy Parrish.

“Stiles” Sheriff Stilinski ran up to his son, his gazed stopped on you.

“Is she-”

“Yeah” Lydia responded.

“oh no…” Sherif Stilinski ran a  hand down his face. It was bad enough he was dealing with all the supernatural stuff, but to see you, his sons girlfriend laying dead in his arms was worse. He saw sort saw you like his own daughter wanting to keep you safe, but then again no was ever really.

“I killed her dad” Stiles muttered

“Stiles-” His dad started.

“NO! I CAN’T BRING HER BACK, SHE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF ME!” He shouted out. All gazes suddenly fell on him. Everyone knew what would happen, they knew the stories, they knew the outcome, they knew how Derek ended up.

“What?” He cried out.

“Stiles…your eyes..they’re blue”.

Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One - Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

rosaliemoon  asked:

Well..hi!! I was wonderig if you had any fics where they leave a baby at Stiles' door or de-aged Stiles.. just Stiles and cuteesy babies cause it's my weakness. Love you blog, keep up the great work guys!

Your weakness is almost my weakness.  :D  Found babies it is!  -Emmy

Daddy Stiles and his Metacrisis - Adopted Daughter Laura by lunaraindrop 

(3,139 I General I WIP)   *sterek, magic!Stiles

Warnings: Spoilers for S4, mentions of a *briefly* dead body

“Stiles, you literally brought her into the world with a piece of yourself. You were the first person she saw and scented on when you picked her up. What does that tell you?”

Stiles eyes widened.

“Oh God, she thinks I’m her Mom!”

Once Again, In a Little While by adeepeningdig 

(4,148 I General I Complete)  *sterek

Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he’s afraid someone’s going to strip it away from him at any moment.

“Sir,” he whispers, “this baby is running hot.”

“So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven’s sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff” The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he’s not flushed like a feverish infant would be.

“No,” Parrish hisses, “I mean this baby is running hot. I don’t think he’s human.”

John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

Just a Spark by MyChemicalRachel 

(6,798 I General I Complete)   *sterek, asexual!Stiles, spark!stiles

“A bird, okay? I heard something on my balcony and when I went out to see what it was, this giant ass pelican dropped the kid and flew away.”
Stiles feels frozen again for a moment before a grin forms on his lips and he’s clutching the baby to his chest, shaking with laughter. “You’re telling me a stork brought you a little werewolf child?”
Derek frowns, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I told you you wouldn’t believe me,” He grumbles.
“Oh no,” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath and talk between spurts of giggles. “I totally believe you. That’s just fucking hilarious.”

Baby Cub by LaBelleetlaloup 

(7,242 I Teen I Complete)

Between one thing and another, Stiles ends up living in the rebuilt Hale House while Derek’s off finding himself. When Hunters arrive on the heels of a supposedly feral omega, Stiles finds a baby werewolf abandoned on the front porch… a baby werewolf with the rare ability to shift into a full wolf.

Alpha’s Guardian by Kindred 

(9,214 I Mature I WIP) *sterek, scott/stiles, stiles/isaac, allison/scott

Stiles finds a toddler on his door step

Everything With You by ElStark 

(9,239 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”

“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.

“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.

Stiles looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his fingers with Stiles’.

Scott took them to the big tree in the middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms hugging her knees tightly.

3 Idiots and a Baby by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) 

(10,255 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek

One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.

Hopeless Opus by Casspiration 

(11,162 I General I Complete)  *sterek, packmom!Stiles

Scott may or may not have angered a witch and gotten the entire pack turned into tiny toddlers bundling with energy and Derek is absolutely terrified of children.

Or

The fic in which Stiles is good with kids and it makes Derek want to press him against every available surface.

Things Have Changed by steadyasthestars 

(12,206 I Not Rared I WIP)   *sterek, character death

After a tragic accident, Stiles and Derek are now taking care of Scott and Allison’s son. While co-parenting they discover that their love for their fallen friends isn’t the only thing keeping them together.

Open the Door by TatsuKitty 

(14,854 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

“What the hell?” He blinked and jerked his head up to see if anyone was around. “This is some really shitty joke, right?”  The baby was silent, bundled in pale pink blankets in an honest to god woven basket.
Stiles knelt down and poked at it.
The baby started wailing, immediately and loudly.

Omnis Cellula E Cellula by twnkwlf 

(15,296 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek

“You put the diaper on backwards,” Derek says.

What to Expect when You Aren’t Expecting by MemeKon 

(16,921 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

The baby’s wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn’t know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it’s hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby’s distressed face as she bawls.

That Could be Us by captainpinkoreos 

(23,851 I Explicit I WIP)   *sterek

It’s been two years since that time Derek and Stiles spent a night together. Stiles thought they had something, he was so sure of it, but Derek began to drift away from him and towards the pack’s old high school English teacher, Jennifer Blake. Stiles will do anything for an explanation of the relationship between him and Derek, but when the pack finds a baby in the preserve and Stiles volunteers to care for the baby, he and Derek are forced to confront the nature of their relationship and how Jennifer Blake found her way between them.

Or:
The pack finds a baby, the baby forces Derek and Stiles to talk about their angsty past, and it’s all Jennifer Blake’s fault.

Split Infinitives by Guede 

(25,583 I Explicit I WIP)   *steter, alive Hale family, magic!stiles

Several months later, Talia’s settling into her role as alpha, Peter’s at college, and the time-traveling trio of Stiles, Scott, and Lydia are getting used to the idea of staying put.  Sounds like a good time for some unexpected guests.

The More That I Know (The More I Want To) by LadySlytherin 

(43,655 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

Tales of Sparks and Lightning by graveltotempo 

(48,342 I Teen I WIP)   *sterek

Life had not been very kind to Stiles Stilinski.
He lost his mother at an early age, and watched many of his friends die while he was still in high school. He had looked at death in the eye more than once in that year alone.
He had thought about dying. More than once. He had always expected to die mauled by a supernatural creature that wasn’t supposed to exist, or piss off the wrong werewolf, or try Derek one too many times: all of his deaths included a ferocious battle for survival.
But this? This wasn’t him being incredibly stupid. He had lived in Beacon Hills dodging supernatural mauling and killer trees just to die in a stupid airplane crash.
After all that had happened, he was going to die by human hands.

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter 

(51,937 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

Places in the Heart by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows    

(118,493 I Explicit I Complete)  *stiles/isaac, derek/isaac

Isaac swears there are a billion different kinds of baby formulas in this fucking aisle…
“Hey, man, you okay?”
The voice startles him; he thought he was alone in his dilemma, and he’s embarrassed to wonder how long this guy has been standing there observing Isaac’s pathetic internal meltdown.  Something in the guy’s face seems kind—maybe it’s those Bambi eyes, or the slight grin on his face?—and Isaac gets the idea that even if he noticed the silent freak out he won’t mention it.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Can I—uh—help?  Maybe? I’m not the world’s best at the whole baby thing, but I’m a pretty awesome godfather to the world’s cutest one-year-old so…”

The Accident- Pack imagine

Originally posted by queenbanshee

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she’s pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

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Out Of My Mind

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Derek

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count 4,700

**Hey guys! I hope you like this! Also it’s crazy long but that’s just because this is supposed to be the only part.. although I might be convinced to do a part 2**

Originally posted by lovablecouples


           I jiggle my knee absentmindedly under my desk as I glare at the man standing in front of me.

           “No, Mr. Harris,” I say in a snarky drawl, “Contrary to what you seem to believe Beacon Hills is not the most interesting place I’ve ever lived. I spent 2 years living in China, 8 months in the heart of the dense jungle surrounding the Amazon River, and 3 weeks trekking across the Sahara Desert. So I’m curious as to why you seem to be under the impression that your quaint little suburbia has any form of fascination for me.”

           Mr. Harris flushes with embarrassment and mumbles something about how today’s youth doesn’t appreciate the simplicity of a quiet town before he quickly walks away from me. I hear a snicker from somewhere behind me to the left, and I turn slightly to see who it’s coming from. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a pale boy, his cheek and neck dotted with a few moles, his dark brown hair completely disheveled and his hazel eyes are flickering with amusement.

           I bet if she knew all the freaky shit that happened around here she’d be a little more impressed by it.

           I quirk an eyebrow at the response, my interest peaked, and I continue to listen and find myself growing increasingly more amused by what he comes up with as class continues.

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Hate to Admit

Brett Talbot x Reader

•Summary: Y/n has joined Devenfords lacrosse team.The day of the scrimmage against Beacon hills, Y/n finds her self being something she wouldn’t have ever dreamed of, let’s just say she needs to get her answers from a certain jerk.

•Warnings: None

•Word count- 2010

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Masterlists

A/n: First imagine, probably very bad & I apologize in advance :-)

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Let Her Go - Scott McCall Imagine

Requested by @calypsoathene - Hey love ! I just wanted to ask if you maybe could write a Scott imagine where they are finishing school and the reader and him are dating and at the prom she finally decides to tell him that she won’t go to college because she wants to travel and see the world etc and isn’t sure when and if she is coming back. I don’t really care how you let it end, if happy or bittersweet I’m perfectly fine with both. Thank you very much and have a nice day ! :) <3

Warning: Sadness

Word Count: 1,443

Author’s Note: Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

The crowd calmed down when Meghan Trainor’s “About the Bass” ended and Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years” started playing. Some teenagers stayed on the dance floor to continue dancing with their dates, while others walked back to their tables to catch a breath from all the dancing. There were a couple of teenagers that left their tables and made their way to the dance floor for the slow song.

“Would you like to dance with me?” Scott smiled as he offered his hand to his girlfriend, Y/N.

“I’d love too,” she took his hand in hers and let him lead the way to the middle of the dance floor underneath the silver disco ball. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his hands at her waist and began swaying back and forth to the song. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, instantly smelling the cologne she got him for Christmas just a few months ago. It’s hard to believe they’ve made it this far.

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chamomiletealove  asked:

Hi! I wonder if you have fic rec for BAMF! Emissary Stiles that kinda have a bond with alpha!Derek? Or maybe some angst-happy ending with secret relationship between Stiles and closeted!Derek? The longer it is, the better. Tysm! Love your blog! 😍

We just did a closeted!Derek list here. And here’s Alpha!Derek and Emissary!Stiles - Anastasia

Originally posted by starrstream

Always Had the Key by Omni

(1/1 I 3,304 I Teen)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

The Lightning In Me (that strikes relentless) by TheHatterTheory

(5/5 I 4,861 I Mature)

Stiles hated how he’d put his faith in something again, how he’d let himself think for even a moment that someone could endure, might not be fragile like his mother, like his father, like him. He hated that he’d been dumb enough to hope for something resembling stability.

The Ink Under My Skin by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 10,430 I Mature)

Derek is looking for an Emissary. What he finds is Stiles Stilinski; resident witch.

Stiles would do whatever it takes to protect the Hale pack and his Alpha.

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“I want to protect my pack as well as I can,” Derek continued. “Emissaries traditionally keep balance, having someone who wants to tip the odds in our favour may come in handy.”

Stop Crossing Oceans by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 11,570 I Mature)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

Imperfect Isn’t Easy (But It’s Us) by RayShippouUchiha

(1/1 I 11,599 I Explicit)

Derek is so tired of everything being his fault, so tired of always losing. He’s also tired of not admitting that he wants to own Stiles in ways he can barely describe.

Or

Derek is far from perfect but maybe that’s okay. Maybe in the right company perfect isn’t necessary.

Fangless by planiforidjit

(6/? I 15,161 I Explicit)

As both a preternatural and a spark, Emissary to the United States Government and all around good looking fella, Stiles Stilinski is in high demand. He’s expected to attend late night, secret meetings with the highest ranking supernatural creatures in the country, act as an upstanding member of high society, and be ready to attend the supernatural police force should they need him.

That doesn’t mean he’s not handling it beautifully. Until Derek Hale, Alpha of New York and owner of the finest rear end this side of the Mississippi, gets involved after a vampire attacks Stiles at a party. Then anything is fair game. Vampires, automatons, evil blondes, missed meals, not enough sleep, and a few not unwelcome glances at Alpha Hale’s thighs.

clenching my jagged jaws (over the capture) by Marishna

(1/1 I 21,945 I Teen)

Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a good one. He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an emissary.

Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.

Forging Bonds by mikkimouse

(8/8 I 27,553 I Teen)

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

(In which Stiles gets to the loft just a few minutes sooner in s3e7, and what happens because of it.)

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,366 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

Aching for you by LittleRedEmissary

(22/22 I 45,416 I Teen)

When Stiles tries to cast a protection spell on Derek and accidentally casts a spell much stronger than either of them expected, the duo has to relearn everything that they’ve learned about protecting the pack, because the old methods won’t do anymore. With the infamous Winchesters coming to town Derek hopes that the hunters will just drive through town, but the pack has never been good that laying low.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,091 I Mature)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel’s hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles’ feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice.

Finally Understood - A Lydia Martin Imagine

Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly do an imagine where it’s it starts off with Lydia and the reader meeting in first grade and then it shows their relationship throughout the years. Also if possible could the reader be the Winchesters’ little sister + Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly make it where the reader gets hurt at one point and Scott gives her the bite to save her life - @lydias-girl

A/n I’m not sure if this was what you were expecting but I really enjoyed writing it and hope you like it!

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Originally posted by aimingforolicity

    “Nerd!” Another boy yelled at the little redhead that was using her lunch period to read.    

    Y/n was not only new, but she was very shy for a first grader. Children often tend to be very open but Y/n never was like that for some reason, not until today. The redhead that was getting picked on was the only girl she recognized from her classes and was nice.    

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Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

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           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

Broken (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

N/A: Mentions of abuse/rape Inspired on a gif imagine I saw a long time ago

Y/N. The most loved girl in Scott’s pack, everyone wanted to take care of you, you were so pure and sweet the pack feared that when you were dragged to this supernatural world you would change, but you surprisingly didn’t, you stayed true to yourself at any time.

But now you were facing the Alpha pack, a major threat. Although you didn’t had to worry just know because you believed in your pack.

“So when are you planning to… You know. Do it” Lydia asked for the fifth time in a row, which made you giggle and roll your eyes at your best friend’s sassy comment. You were a virgin and your friends- Malia and Lydia loved to tease you about it.

“We’re facing an killer Alpha pack and you worry about my sex life?” You sass at her and she smiles

“Well yeah” she said in an obvious tone

“I don’t know. And I honestly don’t care right now” you confidently said

(…)

“Be careful” Isaac whispered in your ear holding your wrist when he saw Aiden going inside the English classroom, which was the same you were heading to

“I’ll be fine” you reassured him, he then nodded and left in a different direction

When you got there you sat on the first place you saw available, and not a second after Aiden was sitting next to you

“Hey” he said and you raised the corners of your mouth to let out a small grin, after that you payed attention to the teacher-or at least you tried to do so-.

The bell finally rings so you quickly grab your stuff and leave the classroom, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you, so you started walking faster.

“Hey Y/N” Aiden said appearing right in front of you, making you jump slightly

“Oh, hey Aiden, I’ll love to talk, but I gotta go” you replied hurriedly trying to leave but he blocked your way

“I’m sorry but I can’t let that happen” he said with a charming smile taking his claws out, you do the same but he was faster than you, so he quickly holds you down and covers your mouth dragging you to the janitor’s closet, you try to scream but the only thing that comes out are muffled sounds as he closed the door behind both of you.

“NO, AIDEN, PLEASE DON’T’” you scream squirming around, trying to break free but failing miserably.

(…)

You were now in the janitor’s closet, alone. Feeling sad, hopeless.

How could you let that happen? You ask yourself over and over again with no response, your clothes were scratched, your skin was covered in bruises and the most precious thing you had was taken away from you like it was nothing.

You knew your pack was looking for you, that you were missing, probably for hours, but you didn’t had the strength to get up and look for them, you could only cry and feel your body aching from head to toe.

After some time you managed to get out of the janitor’s closet and go to the first place you could think of.

The loft

You ran as fast as you could and opened the door, not caring about your ripped clothes or your wounds. Everyone looked at you with their eyes wide open and your legs suddenly failed, making you fall to your knees completely exhausted.

“Y/N!” Malia exclaimed running by your side, followed by Lydia as you looked at numbly nowhere

“He didn’t listen…” You murmured, Lydia looked over at Scott confused “I told him to stop but he didn’t listen” you said sadly as the tears run down your cheeks “He… Touched me… And I couldn’t… I couldn’t do anything!” You exclaimed helplessly between your sobs as everyone came to realization Aiden had raped you.

Both of your friends hugged you tightly as you cried loudly in their arms

A week later everyone was getting ready to a school trip, and since Isaac knew about your rape he wouldn’t leave you alone-not that you were complaining to be honest- he would hold your hand tightly as you two were walking down the hallways and he would also wait you outside your classroom.

Your pack was outside the school and you- as always-were holding Isaac’s hand, but then he suddenly let go of you, you raised your head to see Isaac furiously walking towards Aiden, you instantly ran to catch him but before you could get the chance to say something he threw his fist directly in Aiden’s face, and right after he started beating him up.

“ISAAC!” You screamed but he didn’t listen to you, then Scott got by your side
“ISAAC” he roared making him stop immediately

“Don’t you EVER touch her again, or I swear to god I will kill you” he threatened him and then ran back to you hugging you tightly “I promise I will never leave alone again” he said and you nodded .

Thumb sucker - part 1 (Pack mom)

Author’s note: Thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this. I will be splitting this idea up into 3 separate parts so here’s the first part and I hope you enjoy it. This has also been posted on my ao3 account - allthingsteenwolf20 if you ant to check out more content that will also be posted on here very soon. ~ present day ~ Derek had called an emergency pack meeting at the loft to tell the rest of the members about the lead he had picked up earlier on in the day to the newest threat in Beacon Hills. It was safe to say that everyone was anxious about what to do. Even the pack’s true alpha, Scott McCall seemed quite frazzled and enlisted help from Derek and his mate, Y/N who also happened to be the pack mother especially to its youngest member, Liam Dunbar. The newly turned young beta was still having trouble adjusting to his supernatural side and soon found an anchor in Y/N. She was his mother, perhaps not by blood but for all intents and purposes.

That evening, the pack was in the living room waiting for the Alphas to begin. Stiles and Kira sat on the large floor cushion by the fire, Lydia, Malia and Liam were all sat on the large couch and Y/N sat on the large single arm chair that was the closest to Derek after putting snacks on the coffee table so everyone could help themselves.

Derek began by explaining to everyone what it was that he had found. He grabbed his laptop to show the others the research he had done. Scott added that the threat was getting bigger and closer to them as each day went on so it was crucial for them to keep each other updated at all times. The expression on everyone’s face read nothing but fear and panic. Liam, however; still new to the supernatural world hearing about the new threat still caused him to panic and worry. He brought his knees up against his chest and without knowing his left thumb inched closer and closer to his mouth and he began to make sucking causing everyone to look at him.
“…and that is why we need to ma-…” Scott began but was cut off when he turned his head to the sound of the noise and found his beta had blanked out and was now sucking his thumb drooling slightly. The pack members began to chuckle and snort at the beta who was really just a baby. Liam usually did it if he was scared or if something was bothering him. Y/N understood why Liam did it. At first, she too was surprised but soon found herself reassuring the young boy that it was ok for him to be scared and seek comfort in something that was seen as odd even if he was 15.
“Liam?”, Scott asked slightly confused as he looked at his beta. The giggling began to get louder from the other members.
“Stop it”, Derek hissed at them to be quiet. Y/N had told Derek about Liam’s adorable little quirk and the Alpha too was surprised but understood that he was just a kid finding his way in the supernatural world.
“Liam, baby?”, Y/N called to him softly but the young beta didn’t move.

Y/N looked at Derek who has a sad expression on his face knowing how hard all of this must be on a kid who’s parents practically neglected him and then was trying to cope with controlling his shift.

Y/N got up from her seat and walked over to Liam on the couch. She kneeled down in front of him and gently cupped his cheek stroking it with the pad of her thumb.
“Liam, honey. It’s ok. Do you want to talk to me about what’s wrong, baby?” She asked him. Suddenly the beta shook his head as if her voice had woken him from his trance like state. He noticed his thumb was in his mouth and that there was some drool down his shirt. Y/N noticed too and took a tissue from the box on the coffee table and wiped Liam’s mouth gently hushing him.

He looked up to see the older pack members laughing at him as some mocked his actions and laughed louder.
“What a thumb sucking baby”, he heard someone laugh.
“Talk about the pack baby”, a female voice added. The words were like daggers being thrown at him.
“I’m not a baby!” Liam shouted back at them as he looked up at his pack members.
“Yes you are, no normal teenager sits and sucks their thumb”, Stiles laughed.
“Stiles, leave him alone”, Y/N scolded the older boy.
“Seriously, Y/N?. Some beta, more like the pack baby”, another member chuckled. Liam had heard enough and ran to into the kitchen away from them.
“Sometimes you guys are just unbelievable”, Y/N stated annoyed as she followed behind the young beta, went into the kitchen and found him sitting on one of the stools with his hands in his lap.
“Liam. Talk to me baby?” Y/N asked again softly as she approached him and sat beside him wrapping an arm around his smaller frame.
“I can’t help it. I don’t why it happens.” He told her sadly.
“I know, honey. It’s something you find comfort in when things get too scary. You’re still very young. It’s ok to be scared”, she told him running her fingers trough his hair.
“No it isn’t, you’re all so brave and fearless and have no problem fighting the supernatural. Nothing scares you or anyone”, he told her.
“Everyone’s scared of something, sweetie. Being brave and fearless didn’t come to us overnight. It took time and patience because we listened to each other and learnt from each other. I know you’re still getting used to everything and everyone and that’s ok but remember that you’re not alone. We’re all hear for you. We won’t let anyone hurt you”, she reassured him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“What are you scared of?”, he asked looking up at her.
“I’m scared of losing the people I love. You, Derek, our pack members no matter how annoying they can be at times”, she told him pressing another kiss to his forehead. Liam smiled and leaned into her chest the sound of her heartbeat could be heard faintly as he used his supernatural hearing.

They sat in the kitchen for a little while. Liam opened up to her about still having nightmares even after defeating Kate and her berserkers.
“It scares me, momma”, Liam admitted, his voice breaking as he tried his hardest not to cry. Y/N scooped the young boy onto her lap and gently rocked him in her arms softly hushing him.
“Ssssh, I know baby. I know. If this is something you find comfort in then it’s ok. It’s like a phase and will only last for a while. Soon you’ll forget all about it because this is all so new to you that’s why it scares you and you want some security right?”, she added to which Liam nodded in response. He laid his head against her shoulder and could hear the sound of her heart beat. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently rubbed his back.
“Let’s go join the others. I promise they won’t say anything to you”, she told him.
“Can I sit with you, momma?” he asked, his beautiful baby blue eyes glistening. Y/N’s heart melted and she smiled nodding yes.

After 30 minutes, they joined everyone back in the living room. Y/N sat back in her seat but this time pulled Liam into her lap and wrapped her arms around him as the young beta took his thumb again and slowly began to start suckling.
“No ones going to say another word to my baby, understood?” Y/N asked sternly. The others said nothing but they couldn’t help but avert their eyes back to her seeing Liam curled up into her lap practically sucking his thumb like a little baby as the Alphas continued with the meeting. Once it was over, the room fell silent.
“Ok seriously? Are we going to sit here and acknowledge that this is normal behaviour?” Stiles asked breaking the silence.
“What did I just say?!” Y/N stated annoyed as she wrapped her arms tighter around Liam holding him close.
“Are you sure the baby doesn’t want his pacifier instead?”, he continued to tease him.
“Stiles!” Derek and Y/N yelled in unison.

Everyone was about to disperse to either grab their laptops to do more research, get more snacks from the kitchen or go for a small bathroom break but were stopped by Stiles’ outburst. Liam blushed in embarrassment and hid his face against Y/N’s neck.
“What is your problem, Stilinski?!” Derek growled at him.
“My problem? My problem is that Liam is practically acting like a baby and Y/N’s acting as if it’s normal behaviour”, he spat.
“It is normal behaviour especially for someone as young as Liam who is still a newly bitten beta werewolf, getting used to the supernatural world and being with his new pack who are supposed to be his second family.” Y/N told him bluntly.
“He doesn’t have to be such a baby about it,” retorted Stiles.
“I don’t care, if he is baby. He’s my baby. If there’s a reason he’s scared then we should all be helping him feel loved and safe not teasing him or picking on him”, Y/N told him pressing a kiss to Liam’s forehead.
“So you’re jealous?” the older alpha, Derek asked raising an eyebrow.
“No!” Stiles protested looking away trying to hide his blush as he walked away from the pack and into the other room where he sat alone with his laptop.
“Just because you’re jealous of how much Y/N takes care of Liam doesn’t mean you can pick on the poor pup”, Derek told him as he patted a hand on the brown haired boy’s shoulder and smiled to himself as he headed to the kitchen followed by Scott.
“Don’t be too hard on him, he just misses his mom and sees her in Y/N. That’s why he gets a little edgy and annoyed sometimes”, Scott told the older alpha. Derek sighed and nodded in understanding as he opened the fridge to take out a bottle of water and handed one over to Scott.
“I get that but it doesn’t mean he can pick on the kid. Liam’s already having a hard time adjusting. I feel like Y/N is his anchor so he’ll stay in control. He needs her more than ever. She’s just my mate but she’s the pack mother,” Derek explained to him.
“Exactly”, Scott replied causing Derek to raise an eyebrow at him.

Y/N was sat in the living room alone by the fire watching the local news to hear about any other strange sightings in town as Liam was nestled against her chest.
“Did you mean that, momma?”, Liam asked still resting against her chest.
“Mean what, baby?” she replied idly running her fingers through Liam’s hair.
“About loving me and protecting me?” He asked shyly.
“Of course I did, baby. I love you. We all love you and want you to be safe and feel loved. Besides there’s a reason you call me momma right?” She asked him. Liam nodded shyly playing with his fingers.
“Because you’re the pack mom, you’re always here for me whenever I need you or when I just want hugs and kisses,” he replied shyly looking up at her with his beautiful baby blue eyes and small smile.
“That’s right, baby.” Y/N smiled down at him and pressed a small kiss to his nose making the young beta blush and hide his face against her chest as he blushed a light shade of pink.
“You little cutie”, she cooed and pressed a kissed to his crown. She felt Liam relax in her arms, his eyes slowly fluttering shut and soon his breathing evened out. Y/N looked down at her lap to find that Liam had fallen asleep. She adjusted him more comfortably in her arms as he rest his head against her shoulder, his arms resting peacefully in his lap and his legs dangling over hers. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him and gently rocking him. Derek saw the sweet exchange between his mate and the youngest beta and couldn’t help but smile. He stood beside her and put a loving hand on her shoulder pressing a kiss to her head.
“Good job, babe.” He spoke softly careful not to wake Liam as his mate rocked the young beta in her arms. He saw how much love Y/N had towards Liam. She accepted him as her own from the day both Scott and Stiles had called her during the middle of the night about their “little problem” and after that Liam had latched on to Y/N seeing how much of a maternal figure she was to him making sure he had eaten his meals, was doing well in school, keeping his anger under control, controlling his shift and whenever he needed to be comforted mostly in the form of hugs, kisses and sitting in Y/N’s lap refusing to move. She really did love him.

The Marks On My Chest Where You Rest Your Head

Fic Request: Stiles and Lydia have been sneaking around for a while. One day Allison notices a hickey on Lydia’s neck, so she confronts her about it during lunch with the whole pack so that they’ll know if she’s lying. When Scott, Liam, Malia and Isaac suddenly hear Stiles heartbeat racing out of control, they connects the dots after also seeing matching hickey on Stiles’s neck.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Author: i-would-slay-all

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Stay - Liam Dunbar

Summary ;; liam has a hallucination and y/n helps him through it.

Warnings ;; hallucinations, angst

Words ;; 1.9k

Published ;; 30th july, ‘16

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Stay safe + ily🌱


“Stop using your wolf powers! Not all of us have supernatural reflexes!” A playful glare was thrown in your boyfriend’s direction as your loud exclamation echoed throughout his room.

“I’m not! It’s not my fault you’re bad at video games.” The song of Liam’s whole hearted laugh rang through your ears and you couldn’t contain your smile at the sound. Lately, with all things supernatural happening, Liam was struggling to find a balance. Being Scott’s little sister and the same age as Liam, it wasn’t only your responsibility to introduce your brother’s new beta into the supernatural world but as you got to know him, it was also your privilege to do so. 

So, hearing him laugh made you feel like you’d accomplished something. You’d made him even slightly happy. You’d possibly made him forgot about the new problems they’d been faced with and the problems he’d been losing himself over.

“Excuse you, I’m fantastic at everything.” You looked over at him, your eyebrows raised sassily and an amused grin written on your lips. Although, said expression rapidly vanished as your eyes casually filtered to the clock on Liam’s bedside table and you noticed the time.

“Shit! I have an econ exam to study for. Coach is going to kill me if I fail again.” Sighing over-dramatically, you dropped your controller onto the ruffled sheets on Liam’s bed and reached for your bag that lay on his floor.

However, Liam disregarded your statement and quickly grasped your hand in his, halting your actions. “Wait! Just one more game,” He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes but you refused to let them persuade you this time around so you just smiled lazily over at him.

“You said that four games ago,” You stated as you leant down and swiftly connected your lips to his before attempting to break out just as quick but Liam grasped your waist in his hands and deepened the kiss.

“You can study here and then stay over. Please? Stay with me?” He questioned once you both pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other and his arms encircling your waist to keep you close. You felt his hands slightly trembling and his breathing sounding heavier and less in control, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your boyfriend’s current persona.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft and loving as you ran your fingers lightly through his hair. He let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered close at your touch.

Shaking his head slowly, he reopened his eyes, “It’s fine, I should study too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He mumbled as his gaze dropped to the floor; he was expecting you to turn around and leave, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to. 

“Liam,” You whispered quietly and he glanced up at you once again, his baby blue eyes staring into yours and you immediately recognised the emotion clouded behind the colour. Fear.

“You can trust me,” You were telling the truth, after everything you’ve been through together, you knew that you could trust him and he knew he could trust you, with anything. That’s what made your relationship work. 

He took a deep breath, his shaky hands were still settled on your waist, keeping you as close and he wanted. It was a reassurance to him, he needed to know you were there. “I-I’ve been having these hallucinations. Of the Berserkers. They’re so vivid, it’s like they’re really there. They happen at night or when I’m alone. It’s- it’s like, I can see every detail on them, I can hear their heavy breathing. Sometimes they’re so close, they get so close. They keep me awake every night, as soon as I turn the light off - they’re there. Taunting me. I just want them to go away. I almost punched a hole in my wall yesterday because I just got so angry and I-I don’t know anymore. They’re not there, but my head keeps telling me they are. It’s like my own mind is trying to determine me insane. I’m not insane, [Y/N], I’m not.” 

Your heart wrenched to see the boy you loved in such distress. You knew what it was like to be kept awake and haunted by your worst fears. And you knew that being alone was the worst when it was happening, being alone made you feel vulnerable and afraid. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked quietly to match the eerie silence in the room.

“I didn’t want to burden you or Scott. With everything that’s happened with the Deadpool, Kate, Derek- me going crazy is the least of everyone’s problems.” Liam admitted, his eyes filtering everywhere but into your own. The feeling of guilt filled you up as you looked into his fear-ridden eyes. You didn’t feel guilty because you had done something incredibly bad, but because you hadn’t noticed his suffering earlier.

“You would never be a burden to me or Scott, especially me, okay? I love you, Liam. We’ll figure something out. It’ll take time, but you’re going to be okay.” You kept eye contact the whole time, he needed to believe that things would get better in order for them to do so and you were 100% willing to help him through it.

“I promise.” You whispered as you both leaned in, not having to go far as he kept a close hold on you, your lips meeting his halfway. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he had one hand caressing your cheek, his fingers daintily running across your smooth skin as the other hand gently rest on your waist.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or like the other little kisses that he stole from you at random points during the day, but slow and meaningful. Almost like he was saying thank you for listening and being understanding, a thank you for being there for him. Eventually, you both pulled away for air, a small smile played on your lips as he absentmindedly intertwined your fingers together.

“So, will you stay with me?” He asked shyly, avoiding your eyes the best that he could whilst keeping the same proximity between the two of you, almost like he was afraid that even after all that was just said, you would just get up and leave him sitting there alone.

You stood up and his eyes darted to yours quickly as he stumbled up with you, you walked over to his closet and grabbed his shirt that you’d normally wear when you stayed over. “Anything for you,” You pecked his lips softly as you passed him, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“You don’t have to, we can sleep with the light on if it helps.” You reassured Liam as he fumbled around with the light switch, unsure if he wanted to encase the room in darkness or not.

“But you can’t sleep unless it’s dark,” His voice was quiet as he pointed out the random fact that you’d told him so long ago.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” A loving smile graced your lips as you rested your head on the pillow and pulled the covers up, patiently waiting for Liam to make his decision.

Then, room emitted into darkness and Liam turned over to face you. You could still see his bright blue eyes even through the dark as the rain outside of his room pounded on the window.

The bitter wind gave off a howl and you shivered slightly, the room getting colder due to the rain getting heavier. Liam instantly noticed and hooked his arm around your waist in order to pull you closer until your head was resting on his chest with his arm wound tightly around your body.

Listening to Liam’s current steady breaths and you enjoying being in his arms, your eyelids began to feel heavy but just before you could completely fall into a deep slumber, you felt Liam flinch next to you. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your almost sleep-ridden eyes, trying to see through the dark for the problem.

Then, you heard his breathing rapidly become laboured, you saw his fists clenched as his eyes squeezed shut in fear. You sat up a little further, your arm propping you up as you glanced down at your boyfriend in worry. “Liam?” You weren’t sure if he was asleep or not as you reached out to grab his clenched fist and calm him down but he flinched away from your light touch. 

“You’re not here.” He muttered out through rough breaths, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands in an attempt to calm himself.

“Liam, it’s just me. Ignore it; it’s not real.” You gently shook his shoulder and called his name a couple more times before a frantic yelp escaped past his clenched teeth.

“You’re not here!” He let out a gasp as he shot up from his position. His chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, his hands shaking even more than before as he fumbled around to try and flick the switch on his bedside lamp.

His scared, wide eyes immediately found yours once his room found the light. He fingers continuously running through his messy hair as he tried to calm his erratic breathing but you noted that it didn’t seem to be working. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” You gulped nervously as you neared him, taking his hand in your own.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not leaving,” You pulled him into a hug and you heard him breathe out in relief as he held you tightly once again. His face in the crook of your neck as you felt him press a small kiss to your collarbone, bringing a grateful smile to your lips before he let go slightly just solely so he could see you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled to you, his gorgeous eyes not leaving yours until you decided to press your lips to his tenderly, letting them linger for a while before pulling away disappointingly.

Liam groaned dramatically as he laid back down, bringing you with him, your head on his chest again, his fingers threading through your hair comfortingly. “What is it?” You whispered, a quiet yawn escaping your lips afterward making Liam smile admiringly down at you.

“I just love you so much.” He spoke, his tone encased with euphoria as he watched your eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion.

“I love you more,” Your voice trailed off and your smile slowly faded as sleep began taking you away. You felt Liam shift and his hand leave yours to turn the light off but you grabbed it again before he could.

“God dammit, Liam. Just keep the freaking light on.” You muttered sleepily and intertwined yours and his fingers together again. The last thing you heard was Liam’s amused chuckle before you fell into a well-earned slumber.

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Needed Me | Epilogue

As you can tell by the picture, this is after the Theo-drama and we get to see what happened to you, the reader

Originally posted by beatriiiixhoechlin

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, inappropriate pictures ((explicit))

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The sun shone over Beacon Hills and spaced out clouds seemed to smile.
Everyone was going about their day doing whatever it is that they all needed to do.
Stiles rushed into the hallway and nearly trampled six kids just to get to Scott.
Scott looked at him with wide eyes.

Scott: What’s going on?
Stiles: A lead
Scott: *sighs* St–
Stiles: –Don’t you Stiles me, I found something that could help us figure out who’s taking those dead bodies
Scott: …
Stiles: Look, this is a picture from a traffic cam that shows a car speeding away from a graveyard. That’s gotta be it!
Scott: …
Stiles: Are you going to answer?
Scott: I’m not sure how to start without saying Stiles
Stiles: This is a good lead!
*Enter Liam*
Liam: Did you guys hear about the body snatchers? They were caught trying to take some jewelry from an old grave
Scott: *looks at Stiles*
Stiles: Shut up
Scott: I think you’re a little too eager to find a new supernatural mystery
Stiles: Duh, when the mysteries find us, everything goes to hell
Scott: Look, Theo’s locked away in Eichen House, the beast is dead, enjoy the quiet while you can. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ve got a date with Kira
Stiles: Sure, no that’s fine. I’ve got a date with a girl named TV
Scott: She sounds great

A black Chevy Camaro with white stripes rolled into town like a snake slithering in a garden.
It drove smooth and nice.
Coming to a stop, a pair of lustrous legs stepped out of the car, it’s body leaning against the car door.
Stiles came out of his house and dropped his jaw.
“Y/N?!”
Stiles ran up Y/N and hugged her as tight as he could.

Stiles: What are you doing back?
Y/N: I missed this place
Stiles: Seriously?
Y/N: I traveled enough, I went to rural China, Tibet, and Miami
Stiles: Wow, those are all odd places, well, except for Miami
Y/N: I met another succubus and she taught me how to use my powers
Stiles: What can you do?
Y/N: A lot of things I never thought I could do. Enough about me, it’s Friday
Stiles: Yeah
Y/N: Jesus Stiles, I mean it’s movie Friday, I got a couple of movies you might be interested in it
Stiles: I can’t believe you remembered
Y/N: Why wouldn’t I? Anyways… I got Star Wars, Ba—
Stiles: You had me at Star Wars

Stiles ran upstairs, grabbed some blankets and extra pillows so Y/N and him could watch the movie comfortably. Halfway through the movie, they weren’t even really watching it. Every time something Anakin did something stupid, Stiles made a comment that made Y/N laugh. He missed that sweet sound and he was trying to savor the little moments.

Stiles: So what did she teach you?
Y/N: She taught me how to feed off of people’s dreams and not physically drain them, she taught me to control my touch so that it doesn’t drive the other person crazy, mind projection, and etc
Stiles: Have you had sex since you left?
Y/N: Not while they’re awake, why?
Stiles: Just wondering
Y/N: Have you?
Stiles: *snorts* No
Y/N: You say it like you’re a joke
Stiles: Apparently to women, I am
Y/N: Not to me

Stiles turned to look at your eyes to find some truth in it.
When he found what he was looking for, he looked down at your plump lips, ready to be kissed.
In the back of his mind, Stiles knew he had to have kissed you before.
A piece of him was broken off and in need of your attention.
With you, Stiles felt whole again.
Before he could do anything, you got up to go get a drink.
The aching sexual tension between you two was more bearable once you stepped away.
But Stiles was strong.
His lust, emotions, and desire rolled off of his skin like pencil shavings once you place it in the pencil sharpener.
You felt like you were back where you started; you had no control of the fire igniting within or the sweet nectar soaking up your panties.
Something about Stiles burn passions of fire both inside and out.
A light sheen of sweat began to form on your forehead.
You picked up the bottle of orange juice and went back to Stiles.
He sat on the floor, looking at the TV with focus.
It was all so much, your head started spinning.
“Stiles, can I sleep in your room? I’m feeling a little tired”
He smiled and nodded.
It was uncomfortable climbing the stairs when you were soaking wet, the front of your pants were damp.
You groaned at the realization.
You could wear some of Stiles’ stuff but you just decided to sleep in the clothes you had.

Stiles kept his smile.
He just couldn’t stop.
He could smell how wet she was from five feet away.
This is your chance.
Stiles turned off the movie and walked upstairs.
The erection in his pants was manageable but it’s growing.
Stiles walked in and slammed the door.
Y/N jumped in surprise as Stiles smashed his lips onto hers.
It was a kiss to die for.
Not objecting, Y/N moved with him, running her fingers through his hair.
Stiles groaned in response and squeezed her sides, rubbing his erection against her wet spot.
Flashes of memories came at him and he had a strong sense of déjà vu.
He had kissed you before and he knew how to make you crumble.

Stiles took off your shirt and unhooked your bra then made you lay on the bed.
On top, he kissed his way up your stomach then around the swell of your breasts to excite you. Finally, Stiles took a hardened nipple in his mouth.
He rolled the other one in-between his pointer finger and his thumb.
Last time you were sensitive but you felt like you were over-sensitive from the lack of real touch.
He was making you feel so good, and he was taking his time with it.
Stiles moved on to the other one, doing the same thing.

By this time, you were on the verge of screaming bloody murder.
Stiles licked the crook of your neck, paying special attention to your moans and finding what feels good.
Stiles slipped his hand past the waistband of your panties and massaged it before slipping in a finger, slowly pumping inside of your entrance.
He picked up the pace and slipped in another.
Stiles used his thumb to stimulate your already hardened clit, making you cry out in wondrous delight.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Jesus Christ”

It didn’t take long, before his hot touch, all of his sexual and emotional energy, created a euphoric sense of pleasure as you released your juices.
Instead of watching you cum like he planned, Stiles took off your panties, gripped your shaky inner thighs and blew on the sensitive area.

You bucked your hips in response.
Stiles licked a line up your slit and felt you tremble.


His slow movements grew hungry as he slipped in a finger and furiously pumped his long fingers in and out.
Your skin burned underneath him and a huge knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you rode against his fingers.
He continued until you stopped throbbing after each wave of pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good baby”
Stiles threw off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and pulled down everything so that he was naked like you.
Despite his eagerness, Stiles asked if it was okay.
You smiled and pulled him down for a kiss.


During the kiss, Stiles lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed into you.
The both of you moaned into the kiss in complete bliss.
Your swollen lips welcomed him by giving his member a warm, tight hug.
Giving you a little time to adjust, Stiles pulled back then pushed forward at a constant rate.
He was slowly working you up, building anticipation, and so he could last longer.
His slow, but deep thrusts, were driving you crazy.
It felt good but it wasn’t enough.
Stiles pulled all the way out, then slapped your clit with his hardened and engorged sex against your heat. You moaned at the feeling as it created an abnormal heat.
Then without warning, Stiles plunged into you with heavy force, his pelvis slamming against your starving clit.


A loud moan escaped your lips and he continued to do this at a fast rate.
A thin fog formed on all the windows in the room, both of your sweaty bodies slapping against each other.

Stiles rested his forehead on top of yours while he rammed himself into you. Your eyelids closed as you slipped into a trance, closing your walls on him, making you tighter. Stiles groaned at this feeling, every stroke brought him closer to the edge. Everything in your body tensed up and you squeezed around Stiles like a brand new glove. Stiles’ body began to spasm while his hot, seed shot into you.

It was like you were milking him because some of his cum dripped out and he continued his sloppy thrusts.

After the two of you cleaned up, you both laid in bed, holding each other. Stiles kissed your forehead and covered you up with a blanket. “Please don’t leave again.” You looked up at Stiles and nodded. You needed Stiles as much as he needed you.

Ghost (Pack Imagine)

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Pairing: Pack x Reader

Words: 1,027

Warning: Like, two swear word? Unless ‘damn’ is a swear word, then it’s three.

A/N: Well, here’s an imagine for you all! Hope you like it! Sorry for not posting in a while. I sort of left it on a cliff hanger, my bad. Don’t forget to request! It would really help! Have a good day/night! xoxo

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four


Y/N was the weird and quiet girl at school. Why weird? Because where ever she walked, where ever she goes, everyone would feel this sudden coldness around them, as if the temperature just dropped to 0 degrees suddenly.

Quiet? She never talks to anyone, not even the teachers. If she was asked in class, she would just stare at the teacher, ignoring the teacher. Sometimes to the point where the teachers even think she was mute!

People would intend to call her the “Ice Girl” because that’s what every students find most weird about her. But Y/N didn’t mind, she doesn’t care about the rumours about her. She doesn’t care about what they think of her. She just minds her business, as long as they don’t mind hers. 

People tease her and called her names in the hallways. They would try to push her to the ground, but it only seems like the closer they get to her, the colder it gets so they had their distances. Doesn’t mean that it would stop the teasing and name calling. 

—–

“Hey Ice Girl! Mind freezing the water in my bottle for me?” A random, popular jock teased Y/N from his locker. His group of friends laughed at his comment.

“Why are you always so cold? Are you, like made out of ice or something?” Another jock asked her, sending another fit of laughters from the group. She simply ignored both comments and the laughing, walking past them, not even glancing their way.

“Poor Y/N. I don’t know how she can deal with the constant comments towards her.” Lydia Martin, said with pity, as she saw how the jocks bullied Y/N for the fifth time today.

“I know, I would’ve beaten the crap out of them already.” Stiles responded, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know about you guys but does anything ever thought that maybe, you know? She’s supernatural or something? Because I can’t hear her heart beat and she definitely doesn’t smell like human.” Liam asked, unsure.

“I agree. In fact, she doesn’t even smell like anything but ice?” Scott asked, also feeling unsure because it was a weird and new smell for him. 

“Anyone want to follow her home after school? She could be hiding something” Malia spoked in a quiet voice, but almost excitedly because she was ready for another little adventure since so far, nothing out of ordinary happened. 

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Yea! After months of wondering why she’s so cold! We could find out why she’s that way!”

“Finally some answers.” 

“I’m in!”

Were the responses from the pack. Surprisingly, even Lydia agreed to the plan.

“But isn’t that called, I don’t know, stalking?” Stiles asked annoyed, and rolled his eyes at how stupid the idea was. Did they forget the definition of ‘stalking’?

“Oh come on Stiles! Aren’t you a bit curious?” Malia asked her boyfriend, doing the puppy eyes, begging for him to participate with the rest. Stiles sighed defeatedly.

“Fine.” Stiles groaned, sometimes, he wished his girlfriend doesn’t know how to do the puppy eyes. The rest of the pack cheered.

“Things I do for you..” Stiles muttered under his breath.

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“What is Y/N doing so far away from town?” Lydia asked, regretting that she came with the pack to ‘follow’ Y/N home. They were deep in the woods, and there were insects everywhere, which Lydia despite.

“She stopped.” Liam exclaimed quietly as she saw Y/N stopped at…. the old, burned Hale’s house? The pack all started to wonder what she was doing here.

They all quickly follow behind her, but stopped when she suddenly stopped just as she was about to touch the handle on the broken door.

“You know I can hear you all speaking right?” An unfamiliar voice spoke out. They looked around, confused, wondering where it came from. Suddenly a person emerged from behind a tree to reveal Y/N. The pack almost went into attack mood. They relaxed a bit, but was still warily of how she got behind them without any of them hearing her move.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Scott finally got the courage to ask her.

“Why were you following me?” Y/N spatted. Everyone was a bit shock to hear her respond. Her voice sounded so cold and almost demon-like.

“We were just wonderin-” Lydia started but was interrupted by Y/N.

“Well you all should learn how to mind your own damn business!” 

“Hey now! No need to get angry, geez, we just wanted to ask you a few questions.” Stiles defended Lydia, angrily.

“Fine, ask your stupids questions. But make it quick, I don’t have all day!” Y/N snapped at him. Everyone was really shock at Y/N. They never expected her to be so rude and snarky.

“Ok, so the first question is-”

“Can you be any slower?” Y/N rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed and trying her best to keep her anger to herself.

Stiles rolled his eyes before continuing, “Why are you so cold? Not like mentally, but like physical, if that makes senses…”

“I don’t understand and I don’t know how to answer that.” Y/N replied, her face straight.

“Next question!” Stiles glared at her but decided to shut up.

“What are you doing at the old Hale’s house?” Scott asked.

“That, I don’t want to answer.” Y/N said, her voice monotoned. 

“Will you answer any of our questions?!” Malia snapped, frustrated at Y/N, clearly wanting answers.

“No, if you keep that bitchy attitude of yours.” Y/N replied, rolling her eyes. The pack was furious, but no one was more furious than Malia herself. Malia roared loudly, claws and fangs out, she charged towards Y/N. 

Y/N didn’t even flinch or look terrified. Malia attempted to push Y/N to the ground but only went through her as if she was air. Malia fell to the ground with a thud.

“What the hell?!!” Malia growled. She was more surprised now. Even the pack was shocked, all eyes were widen, some mouths were dropped open. 

“You wondered why you always feel cold when you’re around me? You wanna know why??! That’s because I’m a fucking ghost!” Y/N shouted, shocking everyone!