The last scene in 6b is the pack in the hospital after they defeated the bad guys. maybe Scott got injured and can’t heal ( my ass need him not to heal for the sake of this headcanon ) they all gathered around him as his mom does her magic and clean his wounds. Stiles and Lydia are standing next to his bed, stiles arm around Lydia shoulders, while hers around his middle and her head against his chest. And Malia on the other side of the bed sitting on a chair. Liam sitting on the floor with mason and Corey, eating sandwiches. They all look like a mess, clothes ripped, faces covered in dirt, scars covering their bodies, but they all are happy and safe. before the scene ends we see Scott face as he’s smiling at the family he built over the years, then the screen fades to black. Seconds later we start to hear sounds: people talking, door being closed and opened and dogs barking. then we see someone healing a dog ( we just see the person hand on the dog and maybe we see a wedding ring. ) then we hear a little girl voice saying “doctor McCall is he in pain?” Then we see our man Scott McCall turning around with the a puppy in his arms and a huge sweet smile on his beautiful face as he hands the dog to the little girl and tells her “No, he is no longer in pain, sweetheart.” she smiles at him and thank him before she leaves.
( “HE IS NO LONGER” IN PAIN AKA SCOTT MCCALL IS NO LONGER IN PAIN FINALLY HE IS FULLY HAPPY DOING THE THINGS THAT HE LOVES. )
The camera follows the little girl as she walks to the front door and when she opens the door to get out of the clinic, she bumps into Stiles and Lydia and we hear the little girl saying “ouch.” and Stiles gently saying something like “watch out little kiddo.”
Then the camera on Scott, we see a grin forming on his face, he without looking, knows that it’s stiles. he says “hey stiles” and stiles is like “how did you know it’s me, you didn’t even look around” then Scott turns around and sees Lydia and stiles ( both wearing their work clothes ), Stiles holding a bag of food and Lydia holding their 10 months old baby girl on her hip.
Lydia replies with something like
“Stiles, he is a werewolf, it has been years I think we are over that fact.”
Scott chuckles and walks across the room to them, Stiles thinks that he is going to hug him so he opens his arms but instead Scott goes and picks Stydia little baby from Lydia arms, he holds her against his chest and rub her back, tenderly.
“Heard a kid yelling in pain knew that it was you, Stiles.” Scott jokes.
“Very funny, Scott.”
“But I didn’t know you brought this little angel with you.” he says it as he cuddle the baby.
Lydia closes the door before she and stiles start to put the food on the clinic table while Scott sits their baby on the clinic table, and helps her to stand on her feet, he hold her hands and start to encourage her to walk towards him but she keeps falling on her butt, then he takes her in his arms and kisses the top of her head.
Stiles keeps watching them, a content smile on his face. then wraps his arms around Lydia waist from behind, kissing her shoulders before nuzzling his face into her neck, her hands reach to hold his arms.
“Maybe we should let him adopt her,” he jokes for just the two of them, making Lydia chuckle, then he adds something like “he can add another one to his four kids.”
“You know I can hear you, buddy, right?”
“Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?”
Scott grins, then Stiles approaches him and gently takes his baby girl from Scott and start to talk to her, slowly and lovingly “I am joking, no one going to take you from daddy.” and Lydia heart melts as she stare at them.
Then they sit around the clinic table and eat lunch, smiling and laughing. then the screen slowly fades to black and we hear Scott laughter.
( I wanted to post this later because I wanted to write it better buuut I thought is it worth it lol. )
a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.
“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.
Lydia huffed, “With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”
Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.
Characters: Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Reader.
You waddled to your sixth hour class, silently thanking God that it was your last week of senior year.
“You’re huge. You should just take this week off.” Malia shrugs at you.
“Peter wanted me take the whole month off. I’m fine, really.”
You see Malia roll her eyes. “Still weird that you’re pregnant with my dad’s baby.”
“I’m 18. Almost 19. I mean yeah, I’m younger than him but I’m legal.”
“You’re carrying my little sister.”
The rest of the day drags on..that is until you reach your favorite part of the day, when Peter picked you up.
You climb into the car and smile at him. “Hey.”
“Hey! How are my girls?” He places a hand on your stomach.
You stretch the seatbelt over your belly. “We’re good. She’s rolling a lot so I’ve been crazy uncomfortable but we’ve been okay.”
“Derek’s having the pack over tonight for a meeting.” He looks over at you.
“Fun. Just what I need…judgy looks and quiet thoughts.” You roll your eyes.
“You’ll be fine. We can go somewhere if you want.” He smiles.
“No. I need to learn to get over it. Besides, I think they’re getting better.”
You arrive at the loft and you put your stuff in your’s and Peter’s bedroom. Your family kicked you out after you turned and Derek found you with a backpack full of clothes. He brought you back to the loft and ever since you met Peter you’ve been in love with him. His age didn’t matter to you, you saw through all the pent-up anger and self-sabotage.
“Y/N, did Peter tell you there’s a meeting tonight?” Derek asks as you walk out of the bedroom.
You nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay out of the way.”
“You’re apart of this pack too. You’ll come to the meeting.”
You scoff, “I’d rather not. I’ve always been an outsider here because of my choice in partners..”
“I’m going to be upfront with you. Is it weird that my uncle is having a baby with someone younger than me? Yeah. Is it weird that you’re carrying my cousin? Also yeah. But that doesn’t make you any different than everyone else. You’re all apart of this pack, no matter who you’re dating or how old they are, okay? I love you, and as much as I hate to say it, I love Peter too. I want the best for you two and your baby. If you’re having problems with the pack just tell me. I’ll say something tonight.”
“Thank you so much, Derek. Peter keeps telling me it’s fine but I think he’s trying to make me feel better.”
Peter walks in and kisses your cheek. “Well, you’re not wrong. I’m sorry you feel so left out.”
“I don’t really feel left out, just judged.” Malia walks in the door and you wave.
“You’re early.” Derek raises an eyebrow as he watches her.
“Can I not come have quality family time?” She walks over to the three of you.
“Not when you hate your father, no.” Peter crosses his arms and looks at her.
“I’m trying, okay?”
You cross your arms at the same time as Peter.
“Oh come on? You too?” Malia sighs.
You glance up at Derek to see his arms crossed too.
“You guys are a united, aggressive front.”
“I for one think it’s great that you’re here to hang out with Peter.” You look up at Peter.
“No ulterior motives?” He asks Malia.
She shakes her head, “I’m honestly here to hang out with the three of you.”
“If you say so.” Derek shrugs.
The pack meeting had begun, you’d been in and out but right now you were in the kitchen. You desperately craved some chocolate. You knew you had some hidden in the cabinet, but being as short as you were you couldn’t reach it. You were standing on the counter, trying to reach to the back.
“Now tell me, what are you doing?” Peter sighs.
“Trying to reach something.”
He walks over to you. “Get down. You’re going to fall. You shouldn’t be up there in the first place, much less pregnant.” He starts you pick you up.
“You take me down, and I will kill you.” You push his arms away.
“Oooh, my scary little girlfriend threatened me. Babe, you’re on the counter because you couldn’t reach something and now you’re threatening me? Come on.”
“No no no! I’m trying to do something. I know I have chocolate in here and I’m looking for it.”
“A death threat over chocolate? I’ll take you to buy some if you get down. Hell, I’ll buy you the town’s supply if you get down.”
is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom
in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your
kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you
Author’s Note: It’s here! I hope you like this part, I worked really hard on it. Feedback is much appreciated! Sorry in advance for all the feels ;) Enjoy!
Balancing the plate of cookies in one hand, I used the other
to knock on the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as I waited. Thudding
steps sounded from inside and within a few seconds, the door was opening to
reveal Derek, a smile crossing his features when our eyes met.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Really good actually,” I replied, grinning from
ear to ear. “Uh- I thought I’d bring these over for you.” I held the plate out
to him. “Henry and I made them after dinner tonight and we had plenty of extra
Description: This is how I wanted 6x10 to end. I like to think I filled in the parts they didn’t show. Mostly Stydia after they reunite. Hope you enjoy!Starting scene from 6x10: Stiles, Lydia and the Sheriff just killed ghost rider Claudia in the school hallway.
Anon- Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂
Authors Note- I was in the middle of a shit ton of homework when I saw this, but I loved it too much to wait, so I hope you enjoy x
Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning for you all. “Everytime I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott claimed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott kept pretending to turn around, to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said awkwardly, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” he called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around his neck and pulling him down the hallway along with him.
You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don’t love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don’t fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat, looking like a puppy that had just been told off.
After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn’t have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I’m fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students from other grades. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn’t hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don’t say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren’t going to change overnight, why don’t you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You’re right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.
“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott said, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and felt your heart flutter as you caught eye contact with Stiles, his brown eyes looked wet and he had such an adoring look on his face that made you melt. With all you were feeling all you managed was a simple wave, which he returned. God you fucking idiot. Tell him how you feel. “I’m doing it now” He stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles said so calmly. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I didn’t see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/N?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to rush off, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this little crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I’m telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked, completely shocked. “Yes Stiles, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.
He wasn’t in your next lesson and time couldn’t have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went up he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn’t walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat in the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, beside Stiles who stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach…Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins, smiles and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren’t embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that’s enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.
Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled shyly. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Sorry its kind of rushed but I waned to get something out before I do my school work. I love you guys but requests are closed so I wont be doing any that are sent to me for a while x
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
A/N: I had to admit that I really liked this request since Peter’s currently trying to gain Malia’s trust in the series. 8D
“I don’t think you should see her!” Peter yelled after
Malia as she walked faster through the woods. It was a shortcut towards your
house that you’d showed her first time you two went on a date, but she would always find the way to you with the memory of your smell.
I’m sorry of this is longer than you wanted, but here you go! I had a good time writing this one.
My life is hectic and unpredictable, so maybe with this new move things will change. I live with my two aunts since my mother passed away. My father was never around much. And our family has a secret… We’re witches. And no, we don’t fly around on brooms and wear tall pointy hats. At least not where people can see us! We also have a talking cat, who’s made keeping our secret even harder, because he loves to start chatting up a storm with our mailman. We’re moving to a town called Beacon Hills in California from a small town near Seattle Washington. It was my aunts’ idea.
Any other year of your life, you had despised the day, mocking the lovey dovey couples in the corridor who exchanged chocolates and roses and kisses and ugh- couldn’t they do it somewhere else? Why did they have to promote their oh-so-perfect relationships right in the hallway, for everyone to see?
But not this year, no, this year, you had Stiles- god, you could think of thousands upon thousands of words to describe Stiles and the indescribable emotions he made you feel; happiness, admiration and love.
You came to realize; you hadn’t despised Valentines Day, you had envied it.
Since the tragic death of her mother, the Navy is all that Lieutenant Catherine Rollins has known. But when her estranged father, John Rollins, is killed, victim to the very men that Cath’s unit is pursuing, she finds herself returning home to the life and land that she left behind: O'ahu.
Between the chaos of re-adjusting to island life, and reuniting with her baby sister, Mary, Cath is determined to track down John’s killer. Backed by the Governor of Hawaii, all leads run dry until Kono Kalakaua arrives on the scene. An old friend - and football rival - from high school, Kono became a star cop, before being banished from HPD’s ranks for a crime that she didn’t commit.
Kono still sees, hears, and knows, all, and she’s got information that Cath needs - a New Jersey transplant, Detective Jenna Kaye, has taken over John’s case within HPD, and she’s uncovered something important. Clinging to her suits and crisp shirts, Jenna is all wrong for Hawaii, but she gets results and that’s just what Cath needs.
With Kono’s help, Jenna’s leads, and full immunity and means, the surprising team of three quickly finds itself in need of a fresh-face to go undercover. Enter: Officer Lori Weston, an almost-graduate of the Police Academy and Kono’s loyal friend. Eager to help, Lori signs on for the case - three becomes four, and the Five-0 Team is born.
the December collection can you do an imagine where Derek and Y/N
announce that they are having a baby to the pack and it’s all cute and
fluffy with the pack being excited for the baby and thinking of names
and stuff like that?
Male Tate x Female!Reader Fandom: Teen Wolf Author: T 💕 Request: “Can you do Teen Wolf one shot where the reader is really frustrated and horny and Malia is being really aggressive and is teasing her and they end up having hardcore sex????” Warnings: Smutty af, Lesbian sex, fingering, oral, public teasing, aggressive Malia (I feel like that needs to be a warning), language, hardcore smut, nsfw gif. Author’s Note: I think I would sleep with Malia Tate tbh😂
I shot up from my sleep with sweat rolling down my face, my heart hammering in my chest, and my panties wet enough to drown a small group of toddlers. I just woke up from a wet dream about my girlfriend. Malia and I have been together since shortly after her and Stiles broke up. I don’t know what it is this early in the morning, but my sweet and innocent dream about the girl that I loved took a sudden turn and became the filthiest and wettest dream imaginable. The clock on my phone said that it was 6:30 in the morning, so I opted for a shower to try to soothe my sexual frustration. I stripped down to nothing and turned on the water. I heard my phone buzz on my counter. I groaned when I saw it was from my girlfriend. Well, “groaned” is the wrong word. It was more of a moan.
My WereCUTEote: Good morning, baby! How are you?💟💟
I sighed. “No need to lie to her.” I thought. I picked up my phone and began to text my girlfriend back.
Me: Super duper horny and frustrated if you want to know the truth.
As soon as I pressed send, I thought of how personal that really was. Yes, Malia is my girlfriend, but that may have been something I should have kept to myself. The counter echoed the buzz from my phone when Malia texted back.
My WereCUTEote: Can I see?😋😏
For as long as the two of us had been dating, neither Malia nor I have sent nudes to the other. I felt my arousal literally drip down my thighs as I sat on the counter and opened my legs, snapping a picture.
Me: See, Malia? That’s because I was thinking of you.
My WereCUTEote: ….Oh, wow, baby. That got me going too. Can you hurry up so that I can see you?
I moaned loudly and sped through my morning routine and ran out to my car so that I could get to the High School as fast as I could.
I parked my car in park outside of the school and took a few minutes to breath. I got out of the car and wwas oushed against the door, the metal making my skin cold. “Good morning, babygirl. I missed.” Malia put one hand on my waist and the other on my thigh, moving it upward slowly.
I pushed a moan back, but I knew that Malia could smell the sexual tension, even without her superhuman senses. “H-Hi, babe. I missed you too.”
Without any warning, Malia cupped my core through my thin leggings and stroked my clit roughly. I put my head back on the car window and ground into Malia’s palm. My mouth hung open and I panted loudly. The knot in my lower abdomen was seconds away from bursting. Malia’s fingers continued to move over my swollen clit with such pleasure I could hardly stand it.
“Malia,” I moaned to my girlfriend. “Fuck, Mal, I’m gonna cum…don’t stop…” I braced myself for an orgasm that I knew would leave me a mess.
As my orgasm came up, Malia took her hand away, making me whine. “I said don’t stop.”
“I know what you said. I heard you.” She smirked, taking my hand, walking us to where the rest of our friends were standing before the first bell rang.
Multiple people said “hi’s” and “hello’s”, but all I could do was stare my girlfriend down as she smiled and acted like nothing was wrong. I didn’t actually realize how long I was staring daggers at her until Lydia said something about it. Malia just laughed and told everyone that I was just “angry and frustrated”.
“That’s one way to say it.” Scott laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.
The bell for first period rang and we all migrated to class. And, just as my luck would have it, my first period was the same as Malia’s, and we sat next to eachother. I could do this. It’s Friday, just a few classes to get through and then I could spend the entire weekend at Malia’s house. Malia sat next to me and put her hand on my leg like she did every day. It’s only an issue now because every time she touches me I feel like I’m going to explode.
Malia leaned in, “You better be quiet, Y/N.” She whispered.
I looked at her. “What do you mean? I didn’t say anyth-” I gasped and quickly slapped my hand over my mouth.
Malia reached inside my leggings. “Ooh, no panties today, babygirl? That makes me so wet.” I clenched my jaw and opened my legs further sso Malia had better access. She stuck her two fingers inside of me and began to slowly thrust them in and out of me. She finger fucked me under the table faster when our teacher came in. I tried very hard to listern what she was saying, but all my brain could register was that my girlfriend was publically fingering my soaked pussy.
“Please, Malia?” I panted quietly into her ear. “Please let me cum?” Malia shooked her head and pulled her fingers out of me the, while she looked me right in the eyes, she stuck them in her mouth.
“Malia?” The two turned our heads to the front of the room. “There is no eating in my class.”
Malia wiped her mouth and smiled devilishly. “Sorry, Miss. I’ll eat it later.”
I almost came just from hearing her say that. She made it hard to pay attention during class all day long. The day drug on and on and on untill I couldn’t stand it. As people piled out of the front door of the building, I wasted no time dragging my girlfriend to my car by her wrist. “Hey, what’s going on, baby? Are you okay?”
I sung the car door open and pushed her in the back seat. “Get. In. Now.” Malia hummed and smirked as she got in the back seat. I got in after her and shut the door behind me.
“Sooooo, are you gonna tell me what this is about or?” I crashed my lips into hers and pushed her on her back, I straddled her lap.
I took my hand from her cheek and slid it between our two bodies. I pushed the heel of my hand against her clothed clit. As we kissed, a perfect storm of white teeth and soft flesh, I put more and more pressure on Malia’s bundle of nerves.
I pulled away from our kiss to see her face twisted in pleasure and panting my name. She panted and pushed her hips into my hand even more. “Y/N…baby…oh…oh, god.”
I could tell by her facial expressions and the shaking of her legs that she was on the verge of her orgasm. And, just like she did to me earlier, I pulled my hand away.
The lightning speed of Malia’s head snapping up seemed almost fake. “Please, Y/N? Please don’t tease me. I was so close.” She begged.
All I did was laugh. “You teased me all day long, babygirl. All. Day. Long. And now I feel like it’s time for some payback. You remember that comment you made during first period about how you were going to “eat it later”?” I asked as I took of my shoes and leggings.
I moved myself so that I hovered my pussy over her mouth. “Well, baby, now you are going to make good on that promise.”
Malia got the hint and pulled me down to her face and attacked my pussy with her tounge. Malia drifted her own hand down to the front of her shorts as I rode her face. “Absolutly not, Mal.” I said.
I took her hand away from her core and brought it to my chest. She squeezed my left breast as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Oh, Mal…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” My legs shook and my breathing hitched in my throat as I came on my girlfriend’s tongue.
I heard Malia moanas she licked me clean. I leaned down and kissed her, savoring the taste of myself on her mouth. I trailed kisses from her lip, down her chest, on to both of her boobs, down to her stomach, and stopped just above her clit. “Are you ready to cum, hum? Huh? Ready for me to finger fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow?”
“Yes, Y/N. Please fuck my pussy with your fingers. I can’t stand the waiting! Please?!”
An idea popped into my mind. “Do you feel bad about teasing me all day?” I slid off her shorts and panties.
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Malia moaned.
“Do you promise you aren’t going to do it again?” I traced her pussy lips with my two fingers.
“Fuck! Yes!” The second the words left her lips, I plunged my two fingers into her pussy. I thrusted them violently in and out of my girlfriends pussy. Her juices drenched my fingers and dripped onto my seat. I put my tounge on her clit and flicked it while I fucked her with my fingers. I bit down on her swollen clit.
“Y-Y-Y/N. Ooh. Oh, my god. Can you- can you add another finger…please? OH!” I added my third finger and pushed all three fingers inside of her harder and faster. My tounge flicked her clit over and over again.
Malia arched her back up. “I’m gonna cum! Aah! Please, can cum?!”
“Cum, Malia. Cum all over my fingers, Princess.” Malia grabbed at my hair and tightened her walls around my fingers as she came. Hard.
I did the same thing she had done in the classroom earlier that day and stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean while I looked her in the eyes. “Get dressed, babe.”
“Why?” Malia asked as i got dressed and climbed into the drivers seat, starting the car.
“Because we are going to your house for round two.” I winked.