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friendship bracelets // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N discover that true love isn’t anything like they expected it to be

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut

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When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.

“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.

“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street. “Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father. 

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Sterek Hogwarts AU

“Stiles are you sure about that last petal?” Scott crouched under the table.

“Nope” stiles answered, sweat dripping down his forehead, hand shaking over the bubbling cauldron.

“Maybe you should ask Harris?”

“Maybe you should own up to that Gryffindor tie and help me” Stiles hissed back at him.

“Or Derek?” Scott whispered making Stiles jump.

“Why him?!”

“He’s looking this way like he wants to help us” Scott nodded his head towards the table to the left where Lehey and Hale were working on their cauldron.

“He is?!”

Was the last thing the class heard before the petal slipped from Stiles’s fingers and into the cauldron. started sizzling in exactly 0.2 seconds and exploding into green slime over the entire 3 rows surrounding it.

One good thing that came out of this entire failure was that Derek Hale was the first one to run up to Stiles and help him clear the slime out of his face, while holding him in his other arm to his chest.

Stiles dreamed about those arms for the next week.

I really want a sterek 10 Things I Hate About You AU where Stiles is the super smart but socially awkward and abrasive step-brother of the beautiful Allison Argent. 

Originally posted by paulwes

Scott is head-over-heels in love with Allison but Chris and the Sheriff (yes, they’re together and the best dads in the world) have a rule that Allison is only allowed to date when Stiles does. So, Isaac comes up with the brilliant idea of getting someone equally as awkward and abrasive: Derek Hale.

Originally posted by hobrien

(All of this drama could have been avoided if Scott had talked to Stiles about his crush on Allison, Stiles would have talked to his dads and convinced them to lift the dating rule; no drama. But clearly, Scott and Isaac didn’t think it through.)

At first, Stiles is suspicious and isn’t interested at all; he constantly turns down Derek’s attempts at flirting, thinking they’re practical jokes and set ups for pranks, but then over time Derek begins to break down his walls and Stiles breaks down Derek’s.

Originally posted by tweenw

Stiles begins to fall in love with Derek and Derek with Stiles, but it all falls apart when the conspiracy to get Derek to date Stiles so Scott can get with Allison is unveiled.Stiles, brokenhearted and betrayed runs away and Derek has to prove that he actually does like Stiles.

Allison tries to comfort her step-brother, but can only do so much. And, when all hope is lost, Stiles finds Derek standing in his front yard, soaking wet but come to tell him the truth: yes, he was paid to take Stiles out, but none of it was pretend, all emotions he had for Stiles were genuine.

They start again and go out on a proper date.

Only Way To Live - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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McCall Pack, Meet Riverdale

Summary: Your the sister of the late Allison Argent. Soon after her death your father, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey and you move to France. Not long after you find yourself living with your Dad in his hometown. While Riverdale doesn’t have a supernatural mess, it sure does have a strange and mysterious murder.

Characters: daughter!reader x chris argent, reader x undetermined love interest, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Allison Argent (mentioned)

Words: 1933

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own Riverdale OR the characters, the show is based the Archie Comics which I do not own either. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear.

Warnings: possible swearing, mention of death, mention of murder, angst. Angry reader and allusion to the murder of Jason Blossom.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: Ask if you want to be removed or added! At the bottom.

A/N: I’ve completely fallen in love with Riverdale mainly because I grew up reading the comics. IT’S AMAZING! With that being said I will be taking requests for Riverdale!

This is to hold you guys over because Ash and I will be unavailable for a little way. I have tons of homework and I’m not at liberty to say what Ash is busy at!

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You were humming to yourself as you walked into your house in the town that mimicked Beacons Hills just without the supernatural element. You had moved here when your dad decided moving to his hometown would be ideal following the harsh ending of your family. It wasn’t anything bad other than Allison had died and you wanted out. Riverdale was interesting but not like the dangers of living in Beacon Hills.

“Hey Dad?” You called from the porch. It had a few hidden places holding some weapons just in case.

“Sweetheart.” Your dad, Chris, asked from the dining room table. On the table was a bunch of weapons laid out to be cleaned, “Anything I can do for you?”

“I see it’s the weekly cleaning.” You chuckled as your eyes caught sight of Allison’s beloved Chinese daggers, “Want to order out?”

“Sure.” He chuckled tapping your nose, “You know what I like.”

You laughed before picking up the phone to call Pop’s diner. It was a short wait before you were able to place the order with the waitress. You were pretty sure she was the new waitress.

“It will be ready in twenty minutes.” She replied before the two of your exchanged goodbyes.

You sat at the table going about cleaning the weapons along with your dad. It was second nature and a bonding experience from the moment you learnt what the Argents really did. It was so second nature that your mind went back to the group of friends you had left behind.

Beacon Hills had been the first place that had become a strong permanent home since the moment you made friends. You cherished the times of happiness you had with your older sister and the pack. In the wise words of Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay. It was true.

“Do you want to go practice shooting?” Your dad asked nonchalantly.

“So soon after that death?”

“We’ve delt with worse and you know it.” He pointed a knife at you, “A murder like this is a hell of lot more welcome that the supernatural.”

“Someone still died.” You grumbled slumping down in your chair.

Chris sighed before glancing at the clock watching his remaining child sulk. Both had changed after Allison’s death for the better if you looked at it one way. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when her birthday rolled around and each locked themselves in their rooms.

“Go pick up the food.” He sighed tossing a pair of keys to you.

Without looking you caught them and hastily grabbed one of Allison’s daggers and pushing it into your boot. You quickly inserted the key to the car and drove the distance to the only good diner in town.

You sat there remembering the last time you had drove yourself, well more accurately when you drove. Stiles had been knocked out cold with an attack from the supernatural and you practically did illegal stunts to make it to the hospital.

“Get over it.” You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door of the diner. Inside was a remotely busy rush following the welcome back dance.

You hated dances. The last one your were at was sophomore year with Allison.

“Y/N!” Pop’s grinned, “You’ll have to hang tight, the deep fryer wasn’t working for a couple minutes.

You chuckled before settling into a booth with a good view outside. You watched as a group of teens laughed as they walked into the diner. You saw the resident hot shot Archie Andrews as his friends. Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones. You shifted as they sat int the booth across from yours. It reminded you of your favourite times with the pack.


It was late when the pack dragged their asses to the diner that sold adequately healthy fast food. A lot of your were limping or injured in some kind of way following the shit kicking you had received against the Alpha pack. Thankfully all was right again…for now.

“Is my head supposed to hurt this much?” Stiles groaned shaking his head as Scott patted his bed friend on the back.

“You were knocked unconscious in a car accident. It’s safe to say that yes it should be for the next little while.” Lydia chuckled as she fixed her hair once more.

“What happened to you guys!” A young waiter exclaimed at the sight.

“We were playing a game of football.” You lied quickly.

Placing your orders in you all began to laugh tryng to ease the heightened feelings from the win you had managed. It was a shame everyone was under age and the diner didn’t sell alcohol because you could use some. Inside you all had different kinds of drinks.

“To a safe Beacon Hills!” You exclaimed clinking glasses with everyone.

“For now.” Stiles said meetings everyone’s eyes, “We killed ourselves and came back. It’s going to get a lot worse isn’t it.”

“We can face it. Together. We’ll come out the same.” You said before taking a long sip of your milkshake.

Boy were you wrong on that one.


You shuffled as a tear rolled down your cheek and you brushed it off. You hated thinking of those times at the same time. You missed them so much but in agreement with your dad you both needed to be away. It couldn’t be going to bad given no calls had happened.

“Y/N right?”

You looked over to see Betty looking at you concerned. The others watched the interaction with the same expectations. Veronica and Archie had already tried to make friends with you when you arrived in the summer but you wouldn’t have it.

“Yes.” You grumbled irritated by the tears wanting to move down your cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You practically hissed before pulling the sleeves of your sweater down further, “Go back to gossiping.”

“We aren’t gossiping, man your one very angst teen.” Jughead said watching you.

“Says you.You’ve been attached to your computer since that kid was killed.”  You groaned leaning back but it stopped when the diner door slammed open with a strong force.

It was too strong so you were on your feet in a defensive position with the Chinese dagger neatly swinging in your hand. You heard a gasp from Betty as the dagger glinted in the dark lighting. Your head tilted as the frantic person landed their eyes on you with a friend sharing the same movements.

“Scott? Stiles?” You exclaimed shocked before the spazzing teenager harshly dragged you out of the diner. A concerned and worried Archie Andrews frantically followed you out with his friends.

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PART TWO

withmyteeth  asked:

Stiles all but gives up on ever finding his red hoodie again until he finds it stashed away in Derek's loft.

A short sterek ficlet for one of my favorite followers.

Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair, groaning loudly in frustration. He was standing in the center of his room, surrounded by a mountain of laundry. He scanned one more time for his signature hoodie before finally calling it. Today, at 10:07 a.m. on September 5th, 2017, his red hooded sweatshirt was officially lost to the void. He hadn’t seen it since the spring; California summer starts early and runs late, and on the first day it was cold enough to wear it he couldn’t fucking find it. What a summer ending bummer. A summer bummer, if you will.

He shot off a quick text to Scott to let everyone know he was gonna be late to the pack meeting, and grabbed his car keys, hoping desperately his dad wouldn’t see the ‘small island village post a hurricane’-esque mess his room had become.


The second thing Derek noticed when Stiles walked in to his loft set his brow in a deep furrow. The first thing was that Stiles was an hour late, and the second was the cyan hoodie Stiles was wearing. It looked crisp and new, and Derek could smell from across the room it had just been purchased, stale department store air clinging to it. Derek wrinkled his nose. It was a total assault on his senses. Stiles was supposed to smell like himself and pack, not the mall. Stiles wore red, not this teal crime against nature. This color actually almost hurt his eyes to look at. The brunette in question was staring at him, eyebrow raised. Derek felt him tense up, probably because his alpha’s intense expression.

Derek guiltily looked away, and continued listening to whatever Erica was saying about the pointlessnss of fingerless gloves.

Stiles shook his head, unsure of what caused the gorgeous alpha to be so annoyed by just his presence, he hadn’t even said anything yet! His heart hurt at that thought, he never expected Derek to return his feelings but being scorned like this was almost too much. Derek looked younger today, like he had finally gotten a bit of rest, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to soften his sour demeanor towards Stiles. Scott clapped him on the shoulder, and shook him lightly, bringing him back to the present. Act normal, he thought.

“Nice threads. New look?” Scott asked good naturedly. Stiles frowned, it was still a sore subject.
“Nah, I can’t find my favorite red hoodie, you know, the trademark Stiles one? I can’t figure it out, I wore it last spring and now it’s just gone. Had to shell out forty bucks for a new one today, everything else has holes in it from our ‘dark forest fun times of nearly being killed by supernatural creatures.” Scott frowned, shaking his head just as Isaac nuzzled into Stiles neck from the side, scenting him.

“You know, I think I saw that one here on the couch like…maybe a week ago?” Isaac interjected, lazily launching himself from Stiles to Erica.

Derek froze, heart rate spiking for moment as his ears blushed red. His untrained betas didn’t notice, but the picture was now clear. He must have left the hoodie he had sneakily taken from Stiles’ floor on the couch last week after he had taken a nap. Smelling Stiles’ scent helped him sleep, and he had been so tired, he didn’t think taking it would be too much of a big deal. He felt guilty, sick to his stomach, and ashamed. His longing after Stiles had never really caused problems before, and he couldn’t fix the problem without giving away he had stolen the hoodie in the first place.

“Really? I must have left it here…but this place is always so clean, why would it have been here a week ago? I haven’t worn it in at least two months.” Stiles trailed off, seeing he had lost everyone’s attention to the pizza that had just arrived. (The delivery guy didnt even get to knoock, the werewolves had already been there waiting. He was so startled Jackson had to catch a few of the toppling boxes.)

A fuck ton of pizza, two twelve packs of soda, and two bad horror movies later, everyone was saying goodbye and filing out of Derek’s loft. As Stiles was leaving, a hand gripped his bare arm firmly where he had pushed up his sleeves.(Derek refused to touch the blue monstrosity.) He looked up at Derek who was wearing the same annoyed expression as earlier.

“I’m sorry I was late, is that why-”

“I need to give you something.”

“Uh..okay, big guy. What’s up?” Stiles blushed, the close proximity being a little overwhelming.

Derek led him to his dresser, and carefully pulled something out of the top one. Stiles noticed he was acting slowly, like whatever was in his arms would fall to tatters or bolt if he moved too fast.

“I’m sorry.” Derek said gruffly, looking away as he held out something stiffly. Stiles grinned, taking the hoodie excitedly.

“My hoodie, you found it! That’s amazing, I’m so fucking happy. But wait, what are you sorry for? It’s in perfect condition, it even smells good.”

“…” Derek didn’t meet his gaze. Stiles stepped closer, touching his alpha’s arm lightly. The firm muscle of his forearm stiffened, and Stiles let go.

“C'mon, what’s up?” The werewolf looked up at him, cheeks burning bright.

“I took it. You didn’t lose it. I took it without your permission and I shouldn’t have.”

“But why, I don’t understand? I don’t think you’d wear it. It’s not really your style.”

“I couldn’t sleep. After the alpha pack and Kate kidnapping me again I didn’t feel safe. I was desperate. You smell like pack and someone I can trust. It helps.”

Stiles blinked, stunned. Derek trusted him. The sexy, badass, leather-clad alpha of his dreams was sleeping with hoodie to feel safe. The pale brunette felt himself flush from his chest to his ears. Derek had been looking less tired recently, and thinking about the countless terrible hardships he’s had to endure was heart-breaking, any kind of relief he got was well-deserved.

“Oh, that’s, it’s totally fine. No worries. No big deal. Keep it. I’m glad it’s been doing a good job.” Stiles rambled, smiling bashfully. Derek looked shocked, unsure.

“You’re not angry with me.” Derek stated quietly. Stiles’ heart broke a little more, Derek apparently thought he’d be furious.

“Of course not, you’re my alpha and my friend. I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe I can help somehow. Like, bring you some of my stuff to keep around or my bedsheets or something.” Stiles yelped when Derek suddenly pulled him forward and scented his neck gently with his nose and stubble-covered chin. He’d seen the alpha scent some of the others before on rare occasions, but he’d never been this affectionate with Stiles directly. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek slowly, and damn did it feel great.

“You know, I could crash in your bed sometimes and then it’d really smell like Stiles Stilinski in here. Would that help?” Stiles was given an answer via Derek yanking his new hoodie off and pushing him towards the king size bed in the corner of the room.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles gulped again. Was it getting hot in here? Was he dreaming? Did he hallucinate from some bad pepperonis on the pizza?

Stiles fell back when the back of his knees hit the mattress, bouncing lightly. Derek crawled on beside him, about a foot away after shucking his shirt and hitting the lights off.
Derek could hear Stiles’ pulse thumping loudly, and a mixture of nervousness and arousal. Derek was startled by his findings, but definitely on board. He’d take whatever Stiles was willing to give him.

Stiles rolled over, facing away from the alpha.
“This would probably work better if you’re c-closer. Like to me.”

Derek hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles, nose pressed into the brunette’s hairline. He was overloaded on the familiar scent and it felt so, so good. He could practically feel the stress pouring from his body.

Stiles felt the muscles of his alpha relax, his own body going slack against Derek’s hard muscled chest. After a moment, he felt hot breath tickling his neck. Derek had passed out.

“Wow. That was fast.”

Bonus:

“I hate the blue hoodie. Take it back to the store. Burn it. I’ll give you the money you paid for it.”

Stiles chuckled in Derek’s arms. “Okay, sourwolf.” It was the start of something, he could feel it.

#SaveTheEPA and #FirePruitt

Scott Pruitt spent most of his career obstructing the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency. Now this guy leads the EPA and is destroying decades of environmental standards. Makes no sense. He is denying what scientists have proved to be real time and time again—Climate Change. I collected a few articles if you have the time to read through them. Talk about it amongst friends and expose him.

University of North Dakota apologizes for ejecting a journalist at the behest of EPA chief Scott Pruitt during an official visit:
http://www.westfargopioneer.com/news/4314077-und-apologizes-reporters-ejection-during-epa-administrator-visit

Pruitt’s EPA rolls back regulations on a pesticide that causes brain damage in children:
http://www.motherjones.com/food/2017/07/bill-ban-chemical-epa-pruitt-trump/

Pruitt’s EPA repeals Obama administration emissions restrictions:
http://www.overdriveonline.com/trump-epa-sets-sites-on-tractor-trailer-emissions-regulations/

EPA rewrites guidelines for evaluation of toxic chemicals:
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/trump-rsquo-s-epa-may-be-weakening-chemical-safety-law/

Pruitt hires an anti-EPA lawyer who has sued the agency numerous times to lead its Water division:
https://www.eenews.net/stories/1060058019

New York sues Pruitt’s EPA for allowing dumping in the Long Island Sound:
https://www.courthousenews.com/new-york-sues-epa-allowing-dumping-long-island-sound/

Pruitt insists that Carbon Dioxide does not contribute to global warming:
https://www.cnbc.com/2017/03/09/epa-chief-scott-pruitt.html

Rundown of Pruitt’s 1st 100 days as EPA chief:
http://www.businessinsider.com/scott-pruitt-epa100-days-2017-4

Trump administration endangers our health with its EPA agenda:
http://www.theenergycollective.com/edfclimate411/2409875/trump-administration-outlines-plans-epa-bad-news-health

Pruitt’s EPA “out of control”:
https://www.dallasnews.com/opinion/editorials/2017/07/05/scott-pruitts-epa-spun-control

Chicago Sun Times editorial on Pruitt’s EPA:
http://chicago.suntimes.com/opinion/scott-pruitts-short-tenure-as-epa-chief-already-a-scandal/

EPA considers changing a rule regarding toxic mercury emissions from power plants:
https://thinkprogress.org/mats-delay-pruitt-trump-5c9ad958b44f/

EPA budget cuts threaten uranium cleanup in Indian lands:
https://www.revealnews.org/article/epa-budget-cuts-threaten-to-slow-uranium-cleanup-at-navajo-nation/

Scott Pruitt operates his EPA with lock-down secrecy:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/11/us/politics/scott-pruitt-epa.html

Editorial from the Chicago Tribune about how Pruitt has failed to go after egregious air polluters in Chicago:
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/editorials/ct-edit-epa-0725-jm-20170724-story.html

Pruitt shirks on his mandate to enforce the law and collect fines from polluters (and how it will end up costing the taxpayer even more in legal fees):
http://www.businessinsider.com/scott-pruitt-epa-lawsuits-courts-2017-7

Pruitt’s EPA rolls back regulations at the fastest rate in the 47 years since the EPA was started:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/01/us/politics/trump-epa-chief-pruitt-regulations-climate-change.html?mcubz=3&_r=0

A broad overview of Pruitt’s warped vision and his destructive administration of the EPA:
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/features/scott-pruitt-is-gutting-the-epa-serving-fossil-fuel-industry-w494156

Opinion piece from the LA Times on why Pruitt is a particularly dangerous operator:
http://www.latimes.com/opinion/topoftheticket/la-na-tt-hatchet-pruitt-20170702-story.html

Pruitt’s EPA cuts funds to clean up pollution in Houston neighborhoods:
http://www.houstonpress.com/news/houston-activists-join-task-force-to-fight-epa-head-scott-pruitt-plan-to-cut-superfund-budget-9637595

Pruitt caves to industrial interests and rewrite rules so that utilities companies can increase levels of water pollution:
https://thinkprogress.org/epa-rewriting-toxic-wastewater-rule-08a146b7f578/

The current EPA’s abominable record in enforcing environmental rules:
https://www.reuters.com/article/usa-epa-enforcement-idUSL1N1KW1SQ

Pruitt’s EPA website has no section about climate change:
http://mashable.com/2017/08/08/donald-trump-epa-website-no-climate-change-section/#BzNUIrc65iqy

Editorial from the Miami New Times on how Pruitt’s EPA will have a devastating effect on south florida’s coast and waters:
http://www.miaminewtimes.com/news/trump-epa-cuts-will-destroy-south-florida-beaches-soil-and-everglades-environmental-defense-fund-warns-9608031

Illinois paper column on how Pruitt’s deregulation of the coal industry pollution standards will damage Illinois waterways:
http://www.news-gazette.com/opinion/guest-commentary/2017-08-20/guest-commentary-rewrite-coal-ash-rules-threat-water.html

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#this is honestly just a perfect summary of these two couples #scott and kira are nice and polite like always #scott gives a little head nod #kira gives a small smile #and then stiles and lydia are already lining up sarcastic remarks #and narrowing their eyes #and staring at the guard like “who the fuck are you” #this is just beautiful

Power Rangers- Head Canon

Dating Jason

* You both know of one another, he was the star quarterback and you a ballet dancer
* He use to stop and watch you through the studio window on his way to the changing rooms, you always seemed to love being lost in the moment
* After the whole incident there’s no need for him to go to the changing rooms so he try’s to get your attention in the hallways
* He thinks he’s out of luck until you sit opposite him and next to Kim at lunch
* “Guys this is Y/N not that you shouldn’t know that”
* It becomes a regular thing and you always sat opposite Jason,both of you often trying to catch up with work during lunch it was easier to talk that way
* Everybody ships the two of you, Kim and Billy are the hardcore shippers out of the team
* He finally asks you on a date, Kimberly screaming like an idiot when you tell her
* He takes you for a drive in his van before the two of you head to see a movie
* He finds out you’re a total nerd when you chose to go see the screening of Rouge One
* When he drops you off you kiss him on the cheek before running inside
* He sits in his van for a good ten minutes hand placed on the cheek you kissed him on
* He picks you up for school the next morning and hands you a coffee cup written on the side ‘Will you be my girlfriend’
* You wanted to tell the others right away but without making it obvious
* So at lunchtime you sit next to one another hands intertwined
* When the others get to the table they know something is up
* Zack is the first to get the message and just claps Jason on the back
* Unlike Kim when she caught on and started gushing and almost crying
* You find out he’s a ranger when he pulls you from a car the way his hand fit into yours you knew it couldn’t be anyone else
* You help him and the others train by teaching them ballet moves and it helps them with kicks and balance
* He gives you a little red lighting bolt and you give him a little pair of ballet shoes on a key ring
* Both of you keep the items on you wherever you go
* You say I love you first after hearing about the battle on tv you were scared out of your life until Jason rocked up at your house
* You pulled him into a hug and just let the words out, he said it right after thankful to still be alive
* The team love you and him together not only is their leader happy but they also gained a new friend for life out of it.

Ten Things I Hate About You

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Prompt: based on the poem on the movie that I absolutely love. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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I Have This Kink

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3806

Warnings: pure filth, oral (giving and receiving), spanking, kink, sexual intercourse (duh), unprotected sex.

Author’s Note: So, this took forever to write. Not proud of that but, I hope all of you enjoy this side of Stiles. I know I would, oml. I want to thank these lovely ladies for looking at what I wrote and some telling me that it was super good, @mf-despair-queen ​, @lovelydob ​, and @dumbass-stilinski ​! I love you guys!


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Hotel in Paris - Scott McCall

word count: 5508
warnings: smut! (i tried!) and swearing
summary: the 6b plot line is thrown away and instead everybody’s going to France.  But your werewolf boyfriend is sorta in heat…


You were almost finished packing up, even though Scott and Lydia would be there to pick you up in twenty minutes to leave for the airport, you hadn’t brought yourself to actually pack until today.  And even when you’d pulled out your suitcase and picked out the outfits you’d wanted, you hadn’t even gotten around to getting it done until now.

You were frantically folding clothes and stuffing them into your suitcase while also packing a travel cosmetics bag and making sure your phone was charging.  You felt hectic, rushed, and it was making you anxious.

“Babe this whole room reeks of anxiety” You turned around, seeing Scott at your doorway and you freaked out even more.

“Oh my god are we leaving right now?” You asked, the panic evident in your voice.  Scott came into the room and set his hands on either of your arms.

“No, no I just wanted to come early to see you” He said gently.  “Calm down, you’re okay” He continued, and you sighed in relief.

“Thank God” You breathed, and went back to your packing.  Scott smiled at you, and watched anxiously as you put folded clothes into your suitcase.  He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, setting his chin on your head, then your shoulder.  You giggled at the feeling of his nose nuzzling into your neck.  “What? Why’re you all cuddly?” You asked, rubbing your hand over his that was set on your hip.  You continued to finish up your packing.

“Because you smell so good” He hummed lowly, making your stomach flip over.  His mouth latched to your neck, kissing and sucking on the side of your throat, successfully halting your work.

“Sc-Scott” You whined.  “I don’t have time for this” You told him, and he pulled his lips away from you, giving you a pout.  You turned your head and held his chin in your hand, pulling his lips against yours.  You held the kiss for a few moments before pulling away.

But even as you continued your packing, he kept his arms around you, and awkwardly waddled behind you whenever you moved.  You giggled, but didn’t try to pull out of his hold.  You liked being in his arms too much.  And it was calming you down enough to get all packed up.

“I love you” Scott told you in a wanting voice.  You turned to look at him, raising a brow.

“I love you too baby” You replied, and he stole a kiss from you, making you laugh quietly.  “Are you alright?” You asked him, and he nodded, closing his eyes and setting his chin back on your shoulder.  “Scott?” You asked, finally pulling out of his hold to turn around and face him.  But his arms grabbed onto you again.  “Open your eyes” You ordered.  He shook his head.  You rolled your eyes and curled your fingers around his crooked jaw.  “Scott” You said sternly.  “Open them”

He let out a long huff before opening his eyes, revealing their red color.

“You’re in heat?” You asked, and he hung his head with a sigh.  You giggled softly, and lifted his face with your hands.

“Hey… it’s alright” You said softly, stepping closer to him so you could peck his lips.  “And I promise…” You trailed off, leaning up so your lips were next to his ear.  “When we get there, we can have hot… hotel… Paris… sex” You said slowly.  Scott shuddered, and his hands gripped your waist tighter.

“Fuck baby I love you” He said before capturing your lips in his in a searing kiss.  You moaned, your hands running through his hair and gripping onto the dark strands.  He growled in response, quickly releasing your waist so that he could grip your thighs, lifting you up against him.  You obliged, wrapping your arms around his waist and rubbing up against him eagerly, your lips still locking against his, becoming more aggressive.

“Alright so who’s ready for- AH NO NO!” You leap off of Scott and chased after Lydia, who’d barely stepped into your room before running out screaming.

“Lyds!” You called after her.

“I’ll… I’ll get your suitcase” Scott said, but you were already down the stairs.

“Lyds I’m so sorry” You breathed, and she chuckled, shaking her head.

“It’s fine I’m totally messing with you.  Seems like you and Scotty are getting real hot and bothered together though” She said with a wink.  You flustered awkwardly, knowing he could hear your voices perfectly clear.  As well as your rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah uh… yeah” You sighed.  “Let’s just get going” You said, just as Scott made it down the stairs.  You smiled sweetly at him upon realizing he’d brought down your bags for you.  “Awe, thanks babe” You said, taking your backpack and suitcase from him and pecking him on the cheek.

“Alright! Let’s get going!” Lydia said excitedly, and led the way out the door.

After picking up Stiles and Malia, you were heading to the airport.  You sat in the back of the jeep in between Scott and Malia.  While Lydia sat in the front with Stiles who was now driving.  It was getting dark out as you drove through the town.  Lydia was going on excitedly about the trip, telling Stiles about the food and Malia all about the boys.  But you were just tiredly looking out the window whilst keeping your arm linked through Scott’s.  When you felt his hand caressing over yours, you looked over at him.

“You okay?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows at the question.

“I’m fine, why?” You replied.

“They’re getting all pumped and you’re quiet” He said.  “Just making sure you’re alright” You smiled at his sweetness and let him kiss your cheek.

“You’re the sweetest, you know that?” You asked, before leaning your head against his shoulder.  Scott just chuckled and let you rest there against him.

You were excited for this trip, very excited.  Especially to spend it with Scott.

You were tiredly standing at the gate where your flight was going to start boarding in a few minutes.  Malia was slouched on a chair, as was Stiles next to her.  Lydia sat on the floor, her head lying against Stiles’ legs while he ran his hands through her hair.  But you were standing with Scott, practically leaning against him.

“On the flight, you can sleep the whole way, alright?” He told you.  “It’s a whole eleven hours” You closed your eyes tight at the idea of being on a plane until six in the morning.

“Alright” You finally answered, and tried to relax against Scott.

“Now boarding flight 32, to Paris, France” The stewardess at the desk said over the microphone.

“Whoo that’s us!” Lydia leaped up, pulling Stiles by his hands.  Where s you Malia and Scott were a little more slow and tired to cheer along with them.  “Come on guys come on!” Lydia took everyone’s boarding passes and gave them to the woman at the desk all at once.  She counted through them, then looked up at the group in front of her, looking slightly frustrated.

“Alright, have a safe trip” She said, and you all exchanged excited grins as Stiles took back the boarding and handed them out to everyone before walking into the tunnel connecting to the plane.  Scott’s hand latched onto yours, looking over your shoulder to see what your assigned seat number was.  27.

“Did anyone get 26?” He called, and you smiled up at him while he exchanged tickets with Lydia.  “What?” He asked you, and you squeezed his hand, stepping into the actual plane with Scott close behind.

“You’re so cute” You said, finding your seat, and trying to quickly pick up your suitcase to put it in the overhead stowaway.  But Scott swiftly grabbed it and lifted it with one hand with ease, then put his own up with yours as well.  Again, you smiled and shook your head, then sat in the seat by the window, Scott sitting down next to you.  “What’d I do to deserve you?” You asked him, buckling in your seat belt.  Scott grinned lopsidedly towards you.

“You were being absolutely yourself” He said, making you blush and laugh nervously.  Scott watched you as you settled in, your hands slightly tightened on the armrest of your seat, and your eyes kept glancing out the window, up at the sky.  His brow furrowed as he hurt your quick beating heart.  “y/n?”

“Hm?” You turned your head to look at his concerned brown eyes.  Scott leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“Are you afraid of flying?” He asked you softly.  You opened your mouth to answer, but a short dinging sound rang and the captain’s voice was heard over the com.

“This is your captain speaking,” A man’s voice rang through the plane.  He continued with the general guidelines and safety procedures that the stewardesses showed everyone as example.  But Scott kept talking to you.

“I promise, that you are completely, and absolutely safe” He said, taking your hand in both of his.  You smiled weakly at him, and he placed a kiss on your knuckles.  “Nothing’s gonna happen, I wouldn’t let it” You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What a hero, stopping a plane crash” You said quietly, trying not to disturb the safety procedure being displayed.

“I would if it’d keep you safe” He said seriously, and again you laughed quietly.  Only Scott McCall.

Soon after the demonstration was over, the plane began to move, and out of instinct you squeezed onto Scott’s hand, your heart racing in your chest.  You’ve never been on a flight before, and the mere idea of being thousands of feet off the ground really freaked you out.  Your eyes shut tight, begging yourself not to look outside as it began to speed down the runway.

“You’re okay” Scott whispered to you, turning to face you and listening carefully to your heartbeat.  “It’s alright, you’re safe” He continued to murmur.  The wheels began to skid against the ground as the aircraft was lifting off into the air.  A small gasp came from your throat, but in seconds Scott had turned your head to face him, and slanted his lips over yours.  Your heart beat gradually slowed as he kissed you sweetly.  While his stomach was flipping and the beast in him felt his desire begin to pool in his chest, a heat coming over him at the feeling of your plump lips against his, he tried to brush over the feeling and keep the kiss gentle.  When you parted, you smiled at him, and he waited to open his eyes, until he knew they wouldn’t be blood red.

From the look you gave him, he could tell they still were.

“How long will this last?” You asked him, worry in your tone.

“Uhm” Scott swallowed and blinked a few times.

“The color’s gone” You whispered when his eyes were back to their normal chocolate brown.  “How long?” You questioned again.  Scott’s foot tapped on the floor.

“Until I do something about it” He mumbled.  You smiled sadly.

Of course you wanted to help him out now, you surely felt a similar burn that shot from your chest right down to your core that he must’ve felt as well, an intensified arousal.

“I’m sorry baby” You said softly, your brows drawn together in worry for him.  “I wish I could help you sooner than later” Scott’s lips quirked up, his eyes flickering in between yours.

“It’s alright love” He hummed, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arm around you, letting you lay your head onto his shoulder.  He held you as close as he could while confined in his seat.  You let out a soft sigh, feeling safe in his arms.

“I love you” You mumbled, eyes beginning to droop shut tiredly.  Scott pressed his lips against your head, holding them there for a minute.

“I love you too baby” He whispered into your hair before you passed out against him.


When you woke up again, you found that both of your arms were wound around Scott’s torso, and the arm that he had around you was gently running his fingertips up and down your spine.  You blinked your eyes open to see that he had a book in his other hand, reading it intently.  You smiled, basking in the moment for a few minutes before he could realize that you were awake.

“Morning sleepyhead” Scott said, still caressing your back.  You sighed slightly out of defeat, and moved to sit up properly, but Scott kept you snug against him.  “Don’t move” He mumbled, turning the page without looking away from it.  You gladly snuggled back into him.

“How long was I out?” You asked, and he made a hum as he checked the time on is phone to think about it.

“About three hours” He said quietly.  You hummed, and looked back at his book.  But Scott closed it and put it in his backpack.  “Have your weird dreams?” He asked, and you chuckled.  Scott always liked to listen to your weird dreams.

“No, not really” You sighed, making him frown.  “No I dreamt about Paris”

He smiled.

“Yeah? What about it?” He asked, his curiosity peaked as he somehow managed to pull you closer against him.

“Just… walking along sidewalks and looking at shops and talking all French-y” You giggled and it was a sound that brought a smile to his lips.

“Was I there?” You hummed and nodded.

“Course you were.  You’re in all my dreams Scott McCall” You said in a playful tone, then leaned slightly off of him to press your lips sweetly against his cheek.  He grinned, holding you close again.

“Well aren’t you soft today”

“Trying to be soft so you won’t be hard” You murmured just quiet enough that surrounding passengers wouldn’t hear, but that his enhanced hearing could pick it up easily.  He sighed, hanging his head for a moment.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re adorable” He breathed heavily, and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into him.

“I wanna sleep some more” You huffed.  “But I can’t now”

“Mm you want to listen to some music?” Scott asked, and you grinned up at him, but he was already getting his phone and earbuds back out.  “Good, because I made you a special playlist, just for this trip” You blushed at him, looking over his arm to see his screen.  But he blocked your view, offering you the earbud closest to you.  “Just listen to it” He said, and you gave him a playful glare before putting it in.

“Alright alright” You said, watching as he put in one as well.  A content smile played on your lips as you closed your eyes before he pushed play, trying to divulge yourself completely in the music.  Instantly the smile grew as an unfamiliar tune played but one that beautifull filled your ear.

Scott watched you as you drifted off next to him.  He wasn’t sure if you were falling asleep, or if you were just enjoying the music.  When your head hit his shoulder and a soft hum of a snore came out of your lips, he figured you were asleep.

His head slumped atop yours, and not long after he was dozed off as well.


You woke up to the feeling of a soft nudge against your shoulder.  You blinked, and looked over to see who had tapped you.  You were surprised to see Stiles was standing in the aisle, the back of his hand had been tapping against your shoulder.

“Mm- what-” You began to mumble, but he put a finger to his lips and nodded to Scott, causing you to look up and see he was fast asleep.  You smiled, adoring his peaceful sleeping puppy-like expression.

“Alright there heart eyes” Stiles hissed quietly.  “I just wanted to know if you were going to eat your cookie” You rolled your eyes, but grabbed the complimentary package off of the tray in front of your seat and handed it to him.  Stiles grinned and winked at you before going back to his seat.  You could hear Lydia scolding him quietly for taking your cookie, which only made you chuckle as you leaned back into Scott, putting back in your earbud.

“y/n?” You sighed slightly when you heard Scott’s voice, looking up at him guiltily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” You said, but he smiled and shook his head.

“No worries” He mumbled.  “Besides, it can’t be that much longer of a flight can it?”


seven hours later


“Remember over five hours ago when you said it wasn’t a long flight?” You yawned as you dragged your suitcase into the hotel.  Scott couldn’t even reply coherently.  In fact, everyone was very visibly exhausted.  You were sure that Malia was going to drop onto the floor any moment, and that one of you would have to carry her and her suitcase to your rooms.  You watched warily and with little interest as Lydia and Scott were at the counter, checking in and asking for room keys.  As well as other questions about things like breakfast and towels provided by the hotel.

“Hey” Stiles’ elbow bumped yours, and you blinked slowly towards him when you turned to him.  “You feeling alright? You’ve seemed off”

“Just… tired I suppose” You said, and Stiles gave you a look.  “Okay and I guess that I’m a little nervous this vacation isn’t going to… work” You told him slowly.

“Not going to work?”

“I mean, we’re supposed to be protecting Beacon Hills, what if something happens while we aren’t there? What if something happens while we’re here?”

“Hon, nothing’s gonna happen” Malia said.  You looked over to see she had the handle of her suitcase extended, her elbow resting on it and her hand supporting her head.  You were genuinely surprised she hadn’t fallen asleep standing there.

“We don’t know that” You mumbled with a shrug.  Malia made a big yawn and smacked her lips a few times.

“Pro’lly won’t tho…” You and Stiles looked to each other, both of you wondering if you should do something about her or not.

“Alright you guys, we got the keys finally” Scott and Lydia came back over to you, each of them holding a room key.  “Boys and girls?” The banshee asked, glancing over everyone.

“No way!”

“Definitely not!”

Both Scott and Stiles perked up instantly, shooting down the idea.  You almost jumped at how loud and quickly your boyfriend had spoken, your sleepy state vanishing as a more aware feeling replaced it.

“Really?” Lydia asked with a bored tone, but she was mostly just talking to Stiles.

“Yeah I mean… ya know…” If you weren’t so tired and if Stiles wasn’t so cringey, you would’ve made a comment.

“Babe, it’s one a.m, we’ve been on a plane, for nearly twelve hours, you really wanna-”

“Okay okay okay okay, Malia, come on you’re staying in our room” Stiles said, waving the werecoyote over to them.  Malia dragged her feet after them as they headed to the elevator, their suitcases rolling behind them.

“Guess that means we get our own room” You said to Scott with a quick wink before snatching the room key card out of his fingers.  His throat went dry and all he could do was stare at you.  “317” You read aloud, and handed the card back to him.  “Third floor it is.  Where are the others staying?” You asked as you and Scott began to head towards the elevator your friends had just taken.

“Fourth… wait…. Fifth.  Yeah I think fifth” You chuckled quietly and nodded, leaning against him as he pushed the button, waiting for the shaft to come back to the first floor.  Scott wrapped his arm around you without second thought, his palm running up and down your upper arm.  “You get anymore sleep on the plane?” He asked, and you tilted your hand back and forth as if to say so-so.

“I was, then Stiles woke me up to ask for my cookie” Scott laughed and shook his head.

“None after that?”

“Eh, I was enjoying your music.  You made me a magnificent playlist Scott thank you” You told him with a sweet smile.  He smiled back and kissed your head.

“I’m glad” He hummed before the doors opened.  You stepped in, Scott sliding his arm down around your waist, waiting impatiently for the doors to close again so you’d be secluded.  Luckily no one else was there.

So when the elevator dinged and the doors slid shut again, Scott released his luggage, tugging you closer and smashing his lips against yours.  You moaned instantly out of surprise, but your arms quickly flung around his neck so you could hold yourself more securely against him.  Your lips moved feverishly and all attempts for your tongue to dominate over his failed.  The mere idea of someone coming onto the elevator was the furthest thing from your mind as he shoved you against the wall, moving quickly towards your neck and leaving a trail of kisses everywhere he went.

“Sc-Scott” You barely mumbled out as he found your sweet spot with ease, furiously sucking on it and you swore you could’ve come right then, no stimulation or anything just the feel of him caging you in and his tongue rolling over a newly made love bite just below your ear.

“Shh, we’re on our floor” He spoke lowly, and fixed your hair and outfit for you.  Surely enough, the elevator slowed to a stop, and you shakily grabbed your suitcase before the doors opened again.

You’d give anything to have the room two floors higher right about now.

But you just tried to adjust yourself appropriately and follow him out into the hallways, heading towards your room.  You kept your steps quick, and not once did his grip on your hand loosen.  Even as you reached your room and he slid the keycard through the electric scanner, he still held onto you and pushed through the door.  You rushed in first, grabbing his suitcase in your empty hand and pushed them both into the small closet.  You could faintly hear the door close, but your heart was thundering so fast in your chest with adrenaline and lust that you didn’t register it until you turned to see it had closed, encasing you and Scott in the darkness of the hotel room.  He was already shrugging off his jacket, but took too long so you gripped the sleeves, and yanked them down his arms, discarding the offending coat to the floor and crashing your lips up to his.

A strangled sound that was a cross between a moan and a gasp left his lips upon your sudden action, and he wasted no more time as his hands found your hips, fingers slipping under the material of your shirt and pulling it swiftly up over your head.  It joined his own jacket on the floor.  The alpha smirked at you as he pulled his own shirt over his head, as though the action couldn’t have been done fast enough.  His hands cupped around your face for a moment as he kissed you again, softly but quickly.  Both of your feet blindly moved backwards, hoping to find where the bed was located.  Your shuffling stopped when he abruptly dropped his hands to your ass, lifting you up forcefully against him.  It was like instinct took over as they wrapped around his waist while his mouth leisurely left love bites all over your neck.  Your head tilted back as a filthy moan tumbled from your lips.  This only piqued Scott’s interest as he took to licking a light stripe from your clavical all along the front of your throat.

“Fuck” You whispered, never having had him do that before, but it was hot.  You lowered your head again to kiss him roughly, biting gently down on his bottom lip, and before he could even react, you were slipping your tongue into his shocked and now open for entry mouth.  This time Scott was prepared, his own tongue winning the battle of dominance before yours could even try.  You whined at your loss, but Scott didn’t seem to care.

“Awe, poor baby” He murmured, the tip of his nose sliding temptingly along your jaw, settling and nuzzling into the sweet spot below your ear that he’d previously left a small but deep purple mark.  You fisted your hands into his thick hair, a silent beg for something to happen.

And he granted this wish, dropping you completely onto the mattress which emitted a small yelp from your lips as you fell back, but you took the moment apart to wiggle out of your cozy travel leggings and kick them desperately to the floor.  Scott grinned, his hands wrapping around your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed.  You smirked up at him briefly before he slanted his lips over yours hungrily, a groan deep in his throat.  The sound only spurred you on further, hands flying out to the buckle of his belt and undoing it in lightning speed.  Scott chuckled.

“Eager are we?” He asked, and you looked up at him as you pulled the leather strap from all the loops around his jeans.  You grinned, getting up on your knees on the bed so that you were eye level with him.  His belt being dropped to the floor as you loosely laid your arms over his shoulders.

“Scott, I love you” You started sweetly, but leaned closer and seductively whispered, “But there’s something really fucking sexy about you when you’re in heat” He rose a brow at you, as though questioning your statement.

“Really?” He mused, and before you could reply, you were pinned back onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours.  “Because I think you forget how this goes” He growled out, causing all the air in your lungs to be lost.  “You think I’m going to beg for you?” Scott’s lips moved slowly as he spoke, a mere inch away from yours and you so terribly needed to feel them against yours again.  “You’re mine” He uttered, fingers trailing down your bare side, dancing along the hem of your panties and making you squirm.

“Scott” You whimpered, and he smirked at you.

“You’re the one who begs, I take what I want” He said in a smugness you’d never heard before.  He ducked his head down, lips planted wet kiss down your chest and between the valley of your breasts.  “These?” He kissed the swell of either breast, “Are mine” He continued, kissing down your stomach as it dipped in while you sucked in a harsh breath.  He looked up at you as he reached the hem of your panties once more, your eyes connecting and something fiery igniting inside of you.  Scott kept this gaze as he took two of his fingers, and stuck them into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he wet them.  You stirred on the blankets, but his other hand kept your hip planted down against bed.  “This?” He whispered, tucking the inner silk fabric to the side.  You hissed as he blew cool air against your wetness, then swiped his fingers up the slick entrance.  “Mine” He uttered, and again licked his fingers clean.

With that, he yanked your panties down your legs, and crawled back up your body to plant a hard kiss against your lips.

“So,” He murmured, kicking off his own boxers.  “You better start begging”

“Please” You cried out quietly, your brows scrunching together as you tried to wiggle up towards him, hoping to relieve some of the tension, but he kept you firmly pressed against the covers.

“Please… what?” He taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.  You groaned, hands wrapping over his shoulders at the base of his neck, pulling him down closer to you.

“Fuck me” You uttered out, and he smirked, lining himself up with your now dripping entrance.  He grinned, and without warning slammed into you.  You gasped, your hold on him tightening and your nails digging into his skin at the deliciously rough movement.  There wasn’t even time for you to adjust to his size, before he was rolling his hips again, your tits bouncing as your head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut as more and more desire flooded through your body.

Scott’s hands rose from where he kept himself up on the mattress, to grip onto the headboard, thrusting into you again, then keeping is quick pace.  Quicker than usual that is.

“Sc-Scott” You moaned, jaw quivering slightly as you met each of his thrusts, gasping slightly as he hit a spot deep inside you that made your muscles quiver.  “F-fuck fuck keep doing that” You pleaded, barely opening your eyes enough to see his own irises were glowing a blood red color.  Scott complied, and you could hear the wood headboard hitting the wall as is grip on it tightened.  Your shaking legs wrapped up around his hips again, allowing him further inside of you.  You snuck a hand down your stomach, your middle and forefinger coming into contact with your swollen clit and rubbing quickly over the sensitive nub, only making your moans louder.

You only cared about being heard by others in the hotel for a mere .2 seconds.

Once Scott swatted your pleasuring hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb, rubbing tight figure eights over your clit as he continued pounding into you, you lost all care.  You practically screamed his name, along with other incoherent but dirty cries.  Scott leaned over slightly, eyes flickering from yours to his lips, his movements not stalling once as he kissed you roughly, teeth catching your plump lip before rolling his tongue over the area.  Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his as he pulled his mouth away from yours.

“I-I’m close” You stammered, your open lips brushing against his as he continued on.  “Scott harder p-please” You whined, and he obeyed, a snug smirk toying on his lips as the hand that had previously been rubbing feverishly on your clit, gripped onto your hip to stop your own movements, and slam your hips against his roughly.  You gasped and you were certain that every single muscle in your body was shaking, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.

“Fuck y/n” Scott grumbled, and you barely saw the red in his eyes before your vision flooded white and you were overcome with a wave of pleasure.  You screamed out his name one last time, and soon after you could feel hot semen flowing inside of you.  Your eyes had fallen shut, and you felt the bed shift as he fell to his side next to you.

Your chest heaved and you both layed sprawled naked (though in all the rushed madness you hadn’t even taken your bra off).  Your hand blindly reached for him, the back of your knuckles resting on his chest for a moment.  Scott turned his head towards you, taking in your exhausted state as he clasped his hand around your momentarily before getting up.  He pulled his boxers back on, and went over to where you’d haphazardly shoved them.

You were almost asleep when you felt him adjust your legs, slipping a soft new pair of cotton panties and kissing your forehead as he maneuvered your body up slightly so he could undo the clasp of your bra, and pulling the straps off your arms.

“Back for more?” You mumbled sleepily, and he couldn’t help his chuckle as he helped you into a tee shirt he’d packed just for you to sleep in.  You smiled gratefully, your arms wrapping around his neck before he could move away.  “Stay”

“Baby I am” He said, another small laugh, but you wouldn’t release.  So he just lifted you up and scooched you over slightly so he could crawl into bed, adjusting the covers to lay over your body and his.  You smiled lazily and snuggled right up next to him.

“Do you feel better now?” You whispered as you got comfortable against Scott’s chest.  He smiled, rubbing his thumb over your forehead comfortingly as he dropped a kiss there.

“Much” He hummed in response.  “I love you” You smiled, pulling back enough so you could hook your finger under his chin and pull his lips down to yours in a soft kiss.

“I love you too” You whispered out, kissing him again and then laying your cheek against his chest, warming you up instantaneously.  Scott sighed, his hands rubbing along your back, fingers trailing on your arms.

“Goodnight baby” He finally spoke quietly, his velvety lips still bushing over your head.

“Goodnight, Scott” You yawned back before falling asleep.


scott mccall in heat is my actual kink
(i could use feedback cuz i’m still new to smut?)

xoxo ~ jordie

Pack Mother - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.

This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.

You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.

You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.

“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”

You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”

The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.

You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.

You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.

He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”

So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.

You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.

He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.

“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.

“Sure.”

“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.

“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.

“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.

“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”

Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.

“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.

“Take your shoes off.”

“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.

“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.

“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”

Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.

Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.

“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.

You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.

“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.

“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

You grin. “It’s a date.”

Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”

“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.

You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.

When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.

“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.

“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”

“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.

“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.

“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”

You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”

Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”

“Young?” You smile and he nods.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.

When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.

“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.

He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.

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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seareyes  asked:

Stiles/Derek + why do you guys think stiles is a defenseless human being? He is literally the only one that can knock Derek out. (Bonus with Hale Pack)

I’m sorry this is so late omg. i hope you like it!

It’s Isaac who really notices first that Stiles isn’t exactly the defenseless human he pretends to be. 

Here’s what happened:

The pack is practicing fighting to prepare for any danger that may come their way, but Stiles sits on the stairs and watches because he is “enjoying the view” as he says with a wink towards Derek. (Really, how Derek doesn’t know Stiles is into him is beyond Isaac, but he’s not touching that with a ten foot pole).

After everyone has done their allotted practice, Derek makes Stiles stand up and try his hand at fighting him. It goes very quickly with Stiles landing on the ground on his back and Derek looking smug.

The thing is, it looks like Stiles completely threw the fight. Like he barely winced when he hit the ground, and he hit it hard that would make any human at least cry out in pain. 

Boyd is next to notice. 

It happens on a summer evening when they’re planning a party with the pack. The celebration reason? Lydia and Stiles perfected a formula of wolfsbane that slows down the wolves’ metabolism enough to get them drunk. Boyd isn’t particularly excited, but Erica is so that’s why he’s helping them carry kegs out to the backyard of the newly built Hale house.

He grabs two, one in each hand, easily, but he knows from experience as a human that these things aren’t light. He is definitely taking advantage of some werewolf strength. However, Stiles grabs one easily and doesn’t look like it really is taking a lot of effort for him. 

Huh. Maybe Stiles isn’t as weak as they all assumed.

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Holding On

Originally posted by ohsadagnes

Requested: Can you do an tw imagine where you were in Scotts house when it got shot up and you’re in critical condition. And everyone is so worried and they finally tell stiles what’s going on

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Pack x Reader.

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