tw smut

* soft  smut  sentence  starters .
  • ❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜
  • ❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜
  • ❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜
  • ❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜
  • ❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜
  • ❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜
  • ❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜
  • ❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜
  • ❛ What’s your rush? ❜
  • ❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜
  • ❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜
  • ❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
  • ❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜
  • ❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜
  • ❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜
  • ❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜
  • ❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜
  • ❛ I could show you instead. ❜
  • ❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜
  • ❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜
  • ❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜
  • ❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜
  • ❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜
  • ❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜
  • ❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜
  • ❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜
  • ❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜
  • ❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜
  • ❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜
  • ❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜
  • ❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜
  • ❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower?  ❜
  • ❛ I want to show you something. ❜
  • ❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜
  • ❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜
  • ❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜
All Tied Up

Summary: Theo and (Y/N) have hated each other since the beginning of time and it doesn’t help that he’s with the pack now. Scott and Stiles’ have a bright idea to lock the two in a room together until they make up, but they never expected things to get so heated.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: About 2.1K

Warning: Handcuffs, orgasm denial, smut

A/N: Let’s all pretend Theo helped them defeat the Dread Doctors.

Credit to the creator of the gif!

Originally posted by training-wolves



“That’s enough!”, Scott yelled, “You two have been going at it for weeks and it’s starting to get annoying”

“It’s just starting?”, Stiles let out

Scott glared at his best friend before he could continue to chastise Theo and I. Ever since he tried to have Scott killed, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury him. In the end, he did help us defeat the Dread Doctors, but that didn’t mean I’d just start trusting him.

“She started all of this. It’s not my fault!”, Theo yelled back

“Just like it wasn’t your fault Scott died!?”, I countered

“How many times do I have to apologize? I’m so-”

“Your apologies don’t mean shi-”

“Enough!”, Scott yelled again, his eyes beginning to glow. I knew better then to start yelling again, but this argument was far from over. No one should trust Theo.

“(Y/N) I know this is difficult for you to accept, but he’s a part of our pack now. And Theo, you need to give it time. I’m aware that you two have a history, but somehow you’ll work through it”, Scott reasoned

“That’s not even the reason why!”

“How about some time alone?”, Stiles suggested

Theo groaned, then shook his head, “No, not a good idea”

“You’re right! It’s a great idea”, Scott grins, “Meet me in my room”

I grimaced as Theo smiled politely and led the way. Once we reached his room, Theo plopped down on the bed and made himself at home.

“What?”, he sighed when I glared in his direction

Before I could tear him a new one, Scott and Stiles entered the bedroom with a familiar sac in Stiles’ hand.

“We’ve decided to go on the mission without you”, Scott finally says

“What?”, we yelled in unison

“We don’t need this many people for it anyway. Stiles and I can handle this”

“What if you need backup?”, Theo fired back

“We have a hellhound, banshee, and two betas. In case you forgot”, Stiles replied

“What makes you think we’ll stay put?”, I nearly yelled as Stiles walked closer to the door

He faced my direction as a giant grin spread across his face. Scott quickly grabbed my right wrist and handcuffed it to his headboard, then moved out the door. I frantically pulled my wrist to and fro trying to get out of it.

“Scott!”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart. You might hurt yourself”, Theo said trying to get me to relax, “You know handcuffs won’t work on me. So I might as well leave”

As he began to stand, Stiles dumped the contents of the sac in a line front of the door.

Wolfsbane.

“I doubt you will be anytime soon”, Stiles replied, “Try not to break anything kids”

“Scott be reasonable!”

“I am being reasonable! We’re a team and we need to stick together. Whatever is going on between the two of you you need to work through it. We shouldn’t be gone too long. Don’t destroy my room either”, he said as he shut the door and left the house, effectively trapping Theo and I inside

“Sooooo…:”, I let out to break the silence

“Don’t”, he quickly said, “No small talk”

“Oh so I take it you’re in charge now?”

“Someone should be”, he mumbles

“Aww is someone still mad they aren’t the alpha?”, I smirked as Theo got off the bed to put some distance between us

“Will you quit bringing that up!?”, he shouted

“Why would I do that? You came along and pulled our pack apart piece by piece. Scott died, Lydia was stuck in Eichen House, you blackmailed Stiles-”

“Stop!”

Theo stood near the bed with his hands balled into fists, the rise and fall of his chest slightly increasing.

“And you took Hayden from Liam. All because you crave power! Was it really worth it Theo?”

“Be. Quiet”, he sneered

“It must have been worth while since you still ended up on the side of the good guys. Even though it doesn’t wipe away all the bad you’ve done”, I finished

Theo began to tremble as if he was going to break down right in front of me. His eyes flashed yellow and blood dripped from his clenched fist. I’m sure it hurts, but I really don’t care enough to say anything.

“You’re never going to trust me are you?”, he asked quietly

“Not in this lifetime”, I replied, “If you get these cuffs off me, I can break the seal and we’ll never speak of this again”

“No”, he was pacing back and forth, “We’re going to get through this like he said. I know this will take a while, but that’s a risk I’ll have to take”

He was either crazy or cared too much about what happened between us.

“You’re still angry”, he continued, “I know it’s my fault that you’re hurting. Believe me I want to make it up to you, if you’ll let me”

This was a side of Theo I didn’t get to see often. He felt bad for being an ass and wanted to be forgiven.

“No”, I said hesitantly, “You’ve said that before and it didn’t end so well”

He lowered his head and let out a frustrated groan.

“I didn’t know they would take you. If I had known I would have left a while ago”, he said softly

“The only reason you decided to help our pack was because they took me. What if they didn’t? Would you still have helped or let us suffer? You make terrible decisions and I’m always going to be the one to pay for them”

“The Dread Doctors used you to get to me. They thought if they got you out the way, I would be compliant, but it only made things worse. The thought of them harming you drove me crazy and I knew it was all my fault. I stopped at nothing to make sure you would be safe”

He hesitantly moved closer to me and sat on the bed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you (Y/N). I thought I was doing the right thing until you were kidnapped. Out of all the crap that has been going on you’re the only thing that makes sense and I can’t lose you. That’s why I stayed”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t. You have no reason to, but I want to work on us. Find a way to right my wrongs with everyone and that starts with you sweetheart”

He’s never been this forward with me. It was a start and I did miss spending time with him. The late nights. The kissing. God the kissing. It drives me crazy just thinking about it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. He was lingering in front of me, eyeing my lips down to my neck and chest. His hands ran slowly up my arms up to my wrists. They ran across the handcuffs, but he didn’t take them off. Confusion spread across my face as he smiled.

Theo moved so he was sitting between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt. As he got closer, he ran the tip of his nose along my neck, I let out a moan. He kissed up my neck as his hand trailed down sliding into my leggings. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. The tip of his finger brushed across my clit and I pulled against the restraints. He smirked as he saw my reaction and began moving his finger in slow circles, but soon picked up the pace. My back arched from against the headboard. He positioned two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in.

“(Y/N) you’re soaked”, he groaned as he finally started to pull out, then push them back in. His fingers went in farther until he found my spot. My legs shook uncontrollably as he continued to rub his fingers against it. Theo kissed me to silence my screams, but soon moved away to watch my reaction. I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

“Theo please”, I groaned

“Not yet sweetheart”, he smirked as he pulled off my leggings and threw my panties aside

He lowered himself between my legs and softly bit the insides of my thighs. He moved at a painstakingly slow pace as he teased me. Finally, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his tongue in circles on my clit. I wanted to keep myself from screaming too loud as I pulled the restraints once again.

“Theo”, I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently

His hand yanked my bra down and he rolled my nipple between my fingers. My core began to throb as my moans got louder, then he pulled away with a grin.

“You can’t get too loud, you might wake the neighbors”, he winked

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled away and his pants and boxers were on the floor. He stroked himself as he stared into my eyes.

“I should have asked you before. Are you okay with this?”, he asked hesitantly

“Yes”, I gasped, “I want this. I want you”

“Thank God because this would have turned out so awkward”, he laughed

His laugh was infectious and I felt myself smiling at him once again.

He leaned over me once more, positioning himself between my legs. Theo pushed himself inside halfway and began to shake. He groaned at the feeling of me being wrapped around him before pushing himself in completely. It didn’t take long to adjust to his length.

He pulled back, then slowly pushed himself in again. His lips met mine once again. Everything he needed to say was in the kiss. The last thing I expected was to have Theo between my legs this evening.

My legs began to tremble. He may have been taking his time, but I could feel my release slowly building up. Just when I thought I reach an orgasm again, he pulled away.

“Are you trying to kill me?”, I gasped

When grinned at me I knew I was in trouble. He lifted one of my legs up, then slammed into me. I barely had enough time to adjust, let alone get a word out. As he continued his pace, I was far from able to form a coherent sentence.

He moved his hand to get a hold of my waist at an angle. As he began to hit my spot again, I let out another moan, barely able to control myself. By now I was screaming his name.

Theo leaned down to kiss my neck when I heard him growling softly in my ear. He couldn’t control himself either. I pushed my hips up to meet his pace and he growled even louder.

“(Y/N) I’m so close”, he groaned

The look on my face told it all. With my movements matching his torturous pace and his lips on my neck, I was pushed over the edge and Theo quickly followed suit. He collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.

Soon the cuffs were broken and we scrambled to put our clothes on once we heard the front door open. Theo and I smiled as we raced to put Scott’s bed back together. As soon as we finished, the door pushed open.

“We’re back”, Stiles called as he broke the seal

Scott hesitantly stepped into his room and looked around, “You took her cuffs off”

“Yeah. They weren’t needed…after a while”, Theo said, a knowing grin spreading across his room

Scott paused again, then breathed in. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the both of us holding hands.

“Did you two…in my bed!?”

Stiles doubled over in laughter, “I never saw that coming”

“Scott, I never planned on this happening, but one thing led to another and…”, Theo stated

“Look in the bright side. We get along now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”, I said grinning from ear to ear

Scott opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he glared at the both of us.

“Babe”, Theo said as he squeezed my hand, “We should run”

With that being said he pulled me out of Scott’s room and run like hell with Scott chasing right behind us.

You’re Mine

Word count: 957 (sorry it’s kinda short)

Warning: smut, jealous!Derek, rough sex

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you anon for your request!

Derek gets extremely jealous of Y/N staying over at Stiles’ house which leads to some very rough sex.

A clatter tore your eyes away from the maths books in front of you. Stiles was lying sprawled across his bed, his books now lying in a mess on the floor. You sighed and got up from your seat, moving to lift the books from the floor.

“Stiles?” You shook him gently. No response. “Stiles!” You shouted which scared him awake, so much so that he fell off the bed and landed at your feet. “I guess we’re done studying then?”

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Friends With Benefits - Theo Raeken Imagine (SMUT)

❁ (not my gif, cred to sweet owner) ❁

Request (anon): can you do a smutty imagine with Theo where him and the reader are friends with benefits?

A/N: So here it finally is, a Theo Raeken smut based on the request above. Sorry it took me so long to post it. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys like it. Also sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I still have to proofread it.(:

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Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: SMUT smutty smut smut & cursing?
Word count: 2088


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  • looks like cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: scott mccall
  • looks like he could kill you but is actually cinnamon roll: theo raeken (fitE ME)
  • looks like cinnamon roll and is actually cinnamon roll: liam dunbar
  • looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you: derek hale
  • looks like he could die from eating too many cinnamon rolls: stiles stilinski

VOID STILES X READER (SMUT)

Our Little Secret (part two)

Requested tagged -   lilithmouse - golddagger-s -  go-teeha -  nefeliwinchester1 -   ssa-banshee -  inumorph 

Part one 

a/n: Like 5 people at least requested this so I finished it since it’d been in my drafts for months, but I hope you like this mess! x

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Her boots clacked harshly on the hard floor as she raced down the hallway, her hair flying back, chest heaving with every breath. The lights in the hall flickered dangerously from white to blue to pitch black. Somewhere nearby, she heard a muffled cry.

“Scott!” she screamed, skidding into the nearest classroom, where her friend lay a mess on the ground, clutching at his bloodied stomach.

He blinked his fiery red eyes open as he groaned out in pain.

“I’m-” he panted, his body shaking lightly, “fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she panicked, touching her fingers to his chest and pulling black with ruby red stained flesh.

“I’ll heal,” he tried weakly.

The smell of pencils and whiteboard cleaners hung thick in the air, the building eerie with its ominous lighting.

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” she sighed softly, grabbing for his hand.

“(Y/N),” he said, eyes going wide,

“Shut up and stand,” she laced her fingers through the werewolf’s.

“(Y/N),” he tried again.

“I’m not letting that son of a bitch come near y-”

“(Y/N)!” he barked, making her jump.

“What?!” she hissed.

He pressed a finger to her parted lips, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“I need you to get out of here,” he worded very softly.

Her heart sunk, head spinning, “he’s not- I mean he can’t be-”

“Please,” Scott urged softly, “be safe.”

She stared defiantly at her friend, tugging nervously at her black skirt, “no.“

“For god’s sake,” he begged, clasping at either side of her face, “now is not the time to be brave, okay?”

“He’ll kill you,” her voice broke.

Scott’s big golden eyes glowed fondly at her, “but he won’t hurt you.”

She nodded lightly, squeezing his palm.

“Go, Scott,” she urged.

He stood up, unsteady on his two feet, his lips bent. With a nod, he turned towards the forced open window. Then he stopped, a whooshing noise coming as a sharp blade went flying through his back, and a pool of blood spurting from his lips.

“Not so fast,” came a familiar and hoarse voice.

The perpetrator stood in the doorway, his chocolate brown hair a mess over his pale skin, his heavy eyes lidded with dark circles. He shoved his crimson soaked hands into the pockets of his black jeans, his pink lips twitching dangerously.

Scott went crashing to the floor as her scream of shock met the air. She snapped around, chest fiery as she met her eyes with the void’s darkened orbs, “stop.”

“Now why would I do that, sweetheart?” he cooed, stepping over to her crumpled friend. “This idiot has been a particular nuisance as of late, I wouldn’t mind putting him down.”

“Please,” she begged, stepping between Scott and Stiles, her voice desperate. She reached out a hand to push him away, but left it hovering inches from his  chest.

He let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering to her slender fingers and back to her trembling lips.

“Afraid to touch me?” his throat rumbled as he walked forcefully into her palm, his chest forced to her skin, its muscular curves harsh under her fingertips. She could feel the thrum of his heartbeat pulsating lightly beneath her touch, could absorb his drawn out breaths.

“You promised,” she urged softly beneath her breath.

A mutual connection was shared between his lusty eyes and her terrified ones.

“I said I wouldn’t come near you, not anything about you running to me,” he hummed.

Scott writhed a bit on the floor, trying to pull himself up with no luck, “what the hell did you do?”

Her heart raced in her chest, eyes falling on his parted and chapped lips as she ravenously recalled how good they’d tasted on hers.

Stiles’ eyes darted over her innocent face, his lips twitching, “but part of you wanted to find me, didn’t you?”

Her eyes locked to his, voice fierce, “no.”

He drew out a long sigh, pulling her hand down from his chest and looming over her so that she was forced to stare into his unblinking gaze. He towered over her body, his minty breath fanning across her doe like eyes.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, sweetheart.”

“(Y/N)-” began Scott.

“I need you to go,” she turned her cheek to him.

“N-” he began.

“Please,” she shut him off. “I know this doesn’t make sense, but I need you to trust me.”

His gaze softened, and he nodded lightly.

“Just, one thing,” he reached for the bloodied knife that had been in his chest moments ago, flinging it across the room and watching it fly through Stiles’ side.

The boy cried out in pain, face alight with rage as he hit the ground.

Her heart dropped in her chest as she watched him go sinking to the ground, and she saw no mercy in his expression.

Scott dragged himself beside her, watching as Stiles’ head lulled and vision blurred black.

“You’re okay,” he rubbed her wrist soothingly, “you’re okay.”

His eyes blinked open to a hazy classroom, and she could see the memories flood back to him. He focused on her, making out her white blouse and dark skirt, her legs which swung over her chair, hair water falling over her pretty face. And he screamed, but no sound came.

“Would you look at that,” she slinked over to Stiles, turning her chair backwards and wrapping her legs around each side as she came inches from the boy.

“Now you’re the one who’s gagged and helpless,” she sighed.

He groaned against the fabric in his mouth, wrists bound behind him.

“As much as I’d love to hear you scream, I’d pick the binds if I only had one choice,” she recited his words from the last time they’d met.

His eyes flickered over her face, brows arching.

“I was going to blindfold you but I thought it was overkill,” she placed her chin in her palms, leaning so close to him their noses almost brushed.

“And now you can watch as I give you what you deserve for hurting my friend,” she growled.

She reached forward, gently hooking her thumbs into his gag and pulling it from his chapped lips.

Stiles ran his tongue over them, laughing softly and maniacally.

“What?” she hissed.

“You could’ve let Scott finish me off, so why are you doing this?” he breathed.

.”I wanted to be the one to make you suffer,” she bent towards his face.

“But you won’t,” his cool breath fanned across her skin, dark aroma filling her lungs, “or you would’ve already.

Her heart skipped a beat, breath catching in her throat, “or maybe I wanted to hear you scream.”

“But there are other ways you could make me do that,” he smirked as she reached for the bloodied blade from earlier, not afraid of her in the slightest.

“Shut up,” she hissed, running a hand through her hair with agitation.

“You’re angry,” he cooed, “it’s hot.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she paced, running the edge of the blade lightly on her palm.

“Angry at yourself,” he continued. “Is it for what you did last time? Does that mean admitting to yourself that you’re not the sweet little girl everyone thinks you are?”

She stopped, feet planted, back to the boy.

“Or does it mean admitting you wanted more?” he mumbled.

The churning in her stomach practically ripped her to shreds from the inside out, her blood rushing through her ears.

“Come on sweetheart,” he soothed. “Torture me.”

She snapped around, knife pressed to the void’s throat, his heavy lidded eyes drifting down to her trembling hand and back up to her face.

“Do it,” he growled, pressing his skin into the blade.

Her chest rattled as she struggled to maintain her breath, tears clawing at her eyes.

“Spill my blood, show me how alike we are,” he said.

She chewed at her lips, a tear hitting her cheek, every instinct calling her to slit his throat, every nerve telling her it was what he deserved.

“DO IT,” he screamed, leaning forward in his chair and helping the edge of his throat meet the metal, a thin line of crimson trickling down his neck. He tried again, pushing his flesh into the knife, but before he could hurt himself further, it went clattering to the ground, and so did she.

“Fuck,” she cried, falling to her knees, hands grabbing at her hair as she felt crystal droplets hit her cheekbones. She could feel his gaze on her as she cried, and he wanted nothing more than to embrace her then, not that he could. She sniffed and wiped at her glistening eyes, raising them to Stiles’.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she whimpered.

“Like what?” his dark orbs flickered over her face.

“Like you’re right about me,” She clenched her jaw, watching as ruby blood spilled down the boy’s front.

“That’s not what I was thinking,” he sighed, his voice softening.

“So?”

“So I want to stop denying myself that part of me that aches for you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, her heart sinking low in her chest.

“And I want you to do the same thing,” he breathed. His pained gaze settled on her features, chocolate hair messy atop his forehead. “Kiss me, or kill me,” he dared.

She stared into his darkened eyes, a broken sigh emitting from her lips. Her pulse went crazy as she breathed shakily, “I want….”

“What?” he urged huskily. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Her gaze flickered over his face and perfect body before settling on his bloodied neck.

Stiles’ breath hitched in his throat as she wrapped a leg over each side of his own, her body pressed to his as she straddled his lap. She brought her shaking fingers down his freckled cheeks, eyelashes fluttering as she crawled her fingertips under his jaw and tilted his face to the side.

“I want-” she tried again, her words not coming as she bent her lips into his exposed flesh and attached them gingerly to his neck.

Devouring him slowly, Stiles let out a soft groan as she ran her tongue in circles over his ruby stained skin and sent little vibrations into his body. Her mouth traced patterns down his flesh, her fingers forcing his jaw up so she could access every piece of him. She growled softly as she forced him roughly aside, grinding lightly into his body and staining her lips bright red. She pulled from his neck with a heavy breath, her bright eyes blinking into his hungry ones. He flickered his orbs down to her lips, a soft rumble emanating from his throat when he saw his blood dripping from them. He bent forward into her mouth, grumbling impatiently when she tilted her head out of his reach. His brows came together as he tried with no luck to rip his hands from the binds that held him to the chair.

“Not so fast,” she cooed, bringing her thumb to his lower lip and dragging it softly down.

She slung her arms around his neck, combing her fingers roughly through Stiles’ soft hair and lifting her neck to his opened mouth. He took her flesh between his lips immediately, but before he could taste, she’d pulled away again with a little smirk.

“Stop,” he growled hoarsely, the bulge in his pants prominent as it pressed harshly against her.

“I am still gonna punish you,” she breathed quietly, hooking her fingers into his jeans, “just differently.”

“Untie me,” he barked, edging for her lips again.

“No.”

And then she was climbing off his lap, taking the fabric from his legs as she did so. Stiles shifted in his chair but she dug her nails to his knees and forced him down. She removed her skirt and top excruciatingly slowly until she was stripped to her lacy black underwear. Her cheeks flushed under his eyes, fully aware of her exposed sate and only making Stiles crazy with how bashful she looked. She felt his fingers twitch longingly for her skin, his breathing coming in faltered cracks, hating how unaware she was of her own effect on him. Then she locked her eyes to his pleading ones and sunk to her knees before his lap, spreading her legs carefully behind herself and blinking up innocently at Stiles. He practically devoured her with his gaze, as she did him, her focus shifting to the hardened shape beneath his boxers. She spread Stiles’ legs apart and sunk her face between them, dropping little kisses over his clothed cock. Her palms reached up, dragging little circles over the fabric and having little luck to grasp him all between them.

He shifted uneasily in his chair, but she forced him down again, unable to resist any longer as she ripped his shorts from his body, her mouth watering as she caught sight of his size.

“God, you look so good,” she whimpered, diving between his legs and licking a slow stripe up from his base to his tip. She moaned gently, her hand grabbing for his balls as she fondled them and made an O shape with her lips as she took his dripping head between them, his pre-cum salty on her tongue. She made a soft and desperate noise that made Stiles groan in anguish, her mouth working wonders on his cock.

“Let me go,” he breathed again. “Please, so I can fuck you properly.”

She shook her head against his rod, only driving him more crazy. A soft gagging noise spilled from her lips as he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back, unable to fit him all in and instead using her hands to pump what couldn’t be held in her mouth. Liquid mess spilled down her chin as she more forcefully worked her hands on the warm member that hollowed her cheeks. Stiles pushed forward in the chair with agitation, making her pull her mouth from him. His nostrils flared dangerously, meaning she knew she’d have hell to pay later, but for now, he was hers. She dove back between him, lightly swirling her tongue against his tip before delving all the way in, showing no restraint even when he was forced to her throat. Stiles’ moans of combined pleasure and agony drove her faster, no mercy as she took him in and out, over and over. A series of profanities tumbled from his parted lips, his head rolling back and fingers leaving nail marks in his palms. Her eyes locked to his as he began to convulse, and they were sparkling with innocence despite the circumstance at hand. She gagged and wrapped her hands around his shaft, finishing him off with harsh breaths, Stiles taking everything in his power to keep his eyes to hers. Even when his hot cum went shooting in her mouth, they never broke their gaze. She sucked off of him with a faint popping sound, swallowing down the hot liquid in her throat and drawing her tongue over her stained lips.

She stood gingerly, wrapping her legs over his right one and dragging her clothed heat over him as she bent into his lips, their chests heaving in sync.

She tilted her face to his mouth, surprised when he opened it against hers and spoke softly, “untie me.”

“Kiss me,” she ignored him.

“First,” his voice came hoarse, “untie me.”

His breath was hot over her face, and she tilted back with narrowed brows.

“Or what?” her lips twitched daringly.

“Or there’ll be hell to pay when I get out,” he barked, his purple shadows casting attractive rings under his eyes.

“I think I already have that coming though, don’t I?” she grinned nervously.

“Fuck you,” he breathed as he went for her lips, attaching his gently to her own.

She smiled into his mouth, kissing him slowly and passionately while adjusting her legs over him. He didn’t even take notice, so engrossed by the taste of her that he didn’t catch her moving. He dipped hungrily into her mouth, letting out a slow sigh into her as his tongue found its way between her salty lips. She cupped his freckled cheek in her palm, sucking on his tongue with a low groan that echoed into his lips. Stiles’ eyes flew open in shock when he felt himself enter her, his hardened cock sliding between her dripping folds and into her pussy. She sat atop his lap, never once pulling from his chapped and intoxicating lips as she slid down on his cock. Stiles went still, his mouth freezing open as he dragged his mouth away from hers with an extended groan of pleasure.

Her face contorted as she took him in, her nails sinking into the small of his back and leaving red crescents as she released a small noise of discomfort.

His purple ringed eyes softened at the sight, aching to soothe her, “(Y/N), sweetheart-”

“It’s okay,” she drew her unblinking stare to his as she rested comfortably against his base.

She moved her fingers to the back of his head, grasping soft strands of his chocolate hair to her palms as she touched her forehead to his and gently slid up his cock.

“Fuck,” her voice broke as she slowly brought herself back down, growing comfortable around his size as she was stretched wide around his shaft.

She drew up, faster this time, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on Stiles’ irregular breathing, and soon enough, she was bouncing steadily up and down on his cock, thick waves of pleasure rolling across her body with every motion of him inside her. She pulled at his hair, her figure bobbing roughly on his size as she drew out his name through a slow sigh. Again, Stiles’ fingers were grasping at the binds around them, his charcol eyes locking with her distinguished ones, their faces inches apart. Steady slapping noises came as she’d hit his base, the sound rhythmic as she rode her body into his with soft exclamations of his name. Her forehead glistened with sweat, lips trembling and only steadied when he locked his mouth against hers. The combined intensity of his throbbing cock and swollen lips was enough to almost drive her over the edge at once.

“God, Stiles,” she gaped, burrowing her head to his collarbone as she rocked her pussy on him, his tip brushing right over her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming off your lips,” he blinked up at her, working at the binds again.

And then her beautiful and fragile form, its purity shattered against him, became too much. He let out an infuriated growl and ripped his hands backwards, the chair shaking from their movements, fabric fraying at the base of the wood before snapping altogether.

They both heard it, the breaking of the cloth, the silence that followed, and at once they were still. Stiles’ hands swung loosely forward, his wrists raw and red, his eyes widening with surprise at his own success. And then, slowly, his lips twitched into a tantalizing smirk, his darkened eyes flickering up to her shocked ones, and he didn’t need to say anything for her to know what was coming.

“Stiles,” she croaked softly, “Pleas-”

But he was up in a flash, nails digging harshly into her things as he scooped her fragile form against his and slammed her back against the large wooden desk, causing her to cry out. He pulled his throbbing length from her, forcing her hands above his head as he climbed atop her and snaked over her menacingly, his voice a low whisper. He marked her flesh instantaneously, enjoying how she writhed beneath him as he left his chain of purple bruises circling her neck.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so dominant,” he admitted, eyes crackling with lust as he bent across her collarbone and trailed his mouth to her exposed skin. “You know what you want,” he breathed his mouth against her before settling for a patch of skin which he worked his tongue ruthlessly against.

She whimpered quietly, locking her fingers into his large veiny hands, “Stiles-”

“So do I,” he hushed, grinding his body into hers and smiling as her back went arching for him. He sucked at her skin and pulled away slowly, satisfied whilst blinking down through his lashes to look at her. Her face was bent aside, eyes closed. He grumbled with dissatisfaction, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

He shook his head in awe, bending down to her breasts and leaving a trail of soft kisses down her belly and to the arch of her hips. She whimpered softly, earning a smirk on his face as he dug his nails deeper into her wrists, “I don’t know what it is about you,” he admitted huskily. “I just know I want you.”

Her mouth fell open, no words escaping her lips as Stiles dipped himself between her dripping folds, one hand placed to her hip, another pinning her wrists above her head. He tilted his head to the sky, electricity crackling like fire across his skin as he absorbed every nerve and buzz of her body. Then, without warning, he went slamming forward, causing her to cry out in mangled desperation as he rhythmically fucked her with no mercy. He easily spread her wide, loving how she felt clenching around him, his skin alighting with heat as his hips went knocking so hard to hers that the echoes of their bodies coming together as one filled the whole room.

“Sti- GOD!” she practically choked on the air, her head rolling back.

Her hands itched for his skin but found no way out, and Stiles, able to multitask, flew his freed hand to her mouth and forced his slender fingers over her lips so her pleas came as muffled screams.

Her eyes widened as she strained against his flesh and shook her head trying to free any part of herself but found no way out of his overpowering grip, her only option to grow defenseless and limp as he fucked her into that table until she saw nothing but stars.

“Shh,” he smiled crookedly through broken breaths, dipping his nose into her neck and feeling the lurch and squeak of the surface they lay upon. “Good girl,” he littered kisses on her neck before pulling back to meet her gaze.

He found her spot effortlessly, watching as she grew more panicked, wrists bruised from his grasp, eyes welling with tears as she desperately broke like glass beneath him.

He brushed her bundles of nerves, once, twice, three times, before she shrieked into his palms, her tears catching on his skin and her body convulsing. Stiles’ face, contorted, hands loosening as he weakened under the sensation, waves of pleasure rolling over his body, giving her just enough time to free her fingers. She yanked his mouth to her lips and sucked on their nicotine, hands moving to his back as he gave short and hard thrusts, his hot waves shooting inside of her as she dragged her nails down his pale flesh, leaving burning red marks across his skin while he filled her to the brim. She collapsed, body convulsing as she came around him, back arching, Stiles pulling her face into the crook of his collarbone and cooing into her flesh as she shook unsteadily in his muscular arms. Her ragged whimpers slowed, watery eyes raising to his shockingly gentle ones. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back and cradled her to him like she was his lifeline, brushing his veiny hands soothingly against her until she recovered from her high, her core aching.

Stiles pulled from her, fingers gently swiping at her heat, causing her to shift sensitively away. He smiled and dipped his grin momentarily in to latch his lips against her clit, shifting his tongue inside of her, and drawing away again with satisfied wet lips. His eyes crackled lustfully as he tilted her lips down and dipped two fingers into her mouth. She obeyed his movements and gently popped her mouth off his slender fingers with a hesitant smile, tasting their mingled flavor with a small sigh. Her eyes were red, cheeks flushed, and lips bent as she took him by surprise and touched her finger gently to the monsters lidded eyes. His breath caught in his throat, heart racing under the gentle movements of her skin.

“It’s more than that…” she whispered under her breath, blinking through her lashes.

“What?” he pondered quietly.

She shook her head lightly and closed her eyes, snapping away from him with a sudden pang of guilt. Being pressed to him, completely bare and vulnerable, suddenly faced her with the reality of what she’d just done, which sent fear coursing through her bloodstream. She shielded her body as she hopped off of the desk which had suffered dents and cracks from moments earlier.

“(Y/N)?” he arched his brows.

“I have t- have to- go” she stammered to herself, grabbing her clothes and holding them up against her as she fumbled for everything.

“What are you doing?” he said, genuine concern in his voice.

“I can’t find-” she panicked, looking for her skirt, unable to physically walk properly, her knees buckling.

“(Y/N)-”

“God, what did I do?” she mumbled frantically, her voice cracking.

Stiles vanished momentarily before reappearing in front of her, hand reaching for her cheek which she turned away from at once.

“LOOK AT ME!” he barked, sending a deafening echo through the room.

He snapped his fingers and their clothes resumed their place on their bodies.

Then she ran.

His magic locked her in before she could reach the doorknob.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

“What are you doing?” he whispered uneasily.

“You don’t understand-”

“I might-”

“YOU DON’T!” she cut him off and whipped around, hair flying into a halo around her guilty face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Stiles, or whatever you are.”

“Talk to me, then,” his voice lowered as he backed her into the door so she went bumping against it. “I’ll only bite if you ask,” he tried weakly.

She laughed pathetically, “that.”

“What?” his pink lips twitched.

“That,” she said again. “You.”

His shimmering orbs seemed to lighten at her laugh, flickering in and out through pitch black and golden haze, but she failed to notice this.

“You said you wanted me?” she whispered shakily.

Void nodded, chewing at his inner lip, the stirring emotion in his cold chest causing him utter confusion.

“Well, it’s more than that,” she tried again, tucking her strands behind her ears with a shallow breath. “Cause’ I don’t want you, Stiles.”

He short circuited, brain going blank, a hollow darkness grabbing at him when-

“I need you.”

“What?” he stammered with surprise.

“So bad,” her voice cracked. “I can’t think, o-or breathe, or control myself at all around you. And I don’t know why. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know you’re-” she paused. “I know what you are. B-But then it’s like I’m not even in control, I can’t stay here because the longer I do, the more you get a hold on me. And I have to run, to get as far from you as I can, because I fear that you’ll touch me one more time and I’ll go over the deep end and not come back. Being with you is terrible, it’s not…me.”

“And you feel guilty, to like being consumed by a demon?” he mumbled, caging her into the wall and sending shivers through her body.

“I do. By you. By Stiles. By it all.” she sighed, innocent eyes welling with moisture.

His eyes flickered again, catching hazel rays for a moment. The void let out a soft groan, chocolate locks spilling over his forehead as he shook his head and opened up his charcoal colorless orbs again.

“So please,” she gulped, “let me go. I don’t know how much longer I can be around you before I break.”

“Aren’t you already?” he flickered his gaze longingly over her, something changing in his demeanor. “Broken, I mean.”

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and darted her eyes to the ground.

He crawled his fingers under her chin and tilted her jaw back to his tantalizing stare.

“You’re so drawn to me because a part of you feels that same hollowness inside as we do,” he realized. “Why are you so scared of being whole?”

“Because I don’t know what that will make me,” she murmured.

“Human.”

Her walls crumbled, skin turning to ice when he brushed his thumb over her cheek, “don’t.”

“Why?” he begged, eyes flickering in and out.

“Sti-”

He cupped her with such tenderness that she never would’ve guessed the cruelty of the person behind that touch. But his lips were so soft, gentle, warm, safe, that she found herself lost in them with no way out. She reached her hand to his wrist and caressed his arm, feeling him sigh into her mouth, and tasting the goodbye in the kiss. The monster’s skin seemed to warm, his lips softening, touch becoming cautious. He pulled back, taking a moment of hesitation to delve in for one more brief second before sliding his hand from her face.

Her eyes were closed, afraid that when she opened them she’d really lose him.

But then she caught that voice.

“(Y/N)?”

Her eyes snapped open to his face, toned, smooth, familiar. And those eyes. Those glittering hazel eyes didn’t flicker black anymore. Only sunshine and honey seeped from his iris’. And he blinked as if awaking from a slumber, awoken only by her lips, and she knew.

“Stiles?”


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I Like It When You Do That (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary: However this ends, he’s a fool if he does nothing or a fool if he gives into the sweetness of temptation.

Author’s Note: I’m glad I’m finally done with this story. I had debated on a while on how far to take this. But I’m glad that I decided to push the envelope and go all the way with the smut. Enjoy!


Nights like this were always innocent.

They would curl up under the covers of her bed and watch movies until they both fell asleep. Suspicions never rose when they spent hours together behind her bedroom door; often times it wouldn’t open until the early hours of the morning and it was time for Isaac to leave so he could head home to get ready for school. It was entirely innocent…until it wasn’t. Her parents should have expected that it would turn out that way eventually.

The night starts out like every other one. They had watched two movies and thirty minutes into the third (some French film remake with an obscenely long title), she was sound asleep. The movie was a thriller; it was on the subtler side but the heroine was hot and that kept his attention mostly.

Then there was a sex scene. Of course there was a sex scene. Not that he was complaining too much. The guy okay looking, but seeing the actress naked, enjoying being eaten out, being thrust into from behind—the whole scene made his cock twinge with desire.

Isaac feels a shift beside him. Looking down, he sees [Name] burrowing herself further into the covers of her bed. Lying on her side with one arm tucked under the pillow and her legs pulled towards her stomach, she looked like an angel. She looked so peaceful (and not his girl) and there was a desire in his blood to touch her. It should never have been a thought that entered his mind. It was wrong. She was his friend and asleep, and he was turned on by a movie. He should have just gone to bathroom to jack off. Isaac licks his lips as his eyes travel across her sleeping form.

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you caught me || scott mccall

word count: 1479

warnings: very cute scott mccall

prompt: none

author’s note: you may have seen this before, i promise this is my imagine. my blog was deleted and so i’m reposting it on here! enjoy this imagine!

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Under The Table

Request; Imagine having sex in the school library with Isaac
Word Count; 1K
Warnings; Exhibitionism, fingering, Dom Isaac.
A/N; Lord, into the sin bin this goes. I am so here for this though, Isaac is a godsend I tell you. Thanks to @writingsof-mine for asking me to write this, you get my eternal Isaac love. (My proofreading skills are horrible so sorry in advance)

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Flirty Alpha (Scott McCall)

Warning: Sexual Explicit Content (Smut)

@joeynihil: Scott smut where the reader is a alpha from another pack and the way she’s always challenging him get’s him all turned on. And then one day when they meet alone.. BAM!

You had traveled from far away with your pack because your old childhood friend Malia had called you, so here you were, in Beacon Hills, right in front of a house whose direction Malia gave you.

You knocked the door several times before a boy with dark black hair and sweet smile opened the door “You most be Scott” you beamed and he nodded

“How did you knew?” he asked curiously, the smile still plastered on his face, you bit your lip seductively smiling as you took a step closer “You seem like someone who knows how make someone bend… If you know what I mean” you whispered in his ear before going inside the house leaving a flustered Scott behind you, you heard the door close behind you, Scott appeared again, he opened his mouth, but before he could say something, you heard the sound of people going down the stairs.

Several people filled the room, but you only recognized Malia, who you gave a little smile “Hello Malia” you greeted her and she smiled back, then you eyed the rest of the pack “For those of you who don’t know, I’m Y/N, alpha of a well known pack of New Orleans” you said flashing your beautiful red eyes for a moment “I’m here because Malia requested my help, if you have any trouble with my presence you may say it now” you stated as you stood silent for a moment, when no one spoke you nodded slightly.

“Then I guess it’s set, I’ll bring my pack to meet you all tomorrow, and I think I speak for us all when I say we’re looking forward to work with you” with that being said you winked at Scott before leaving.

(…)

After several reunions with both packs you decided that you needed more information about The Dread Doctors and with some research you found out there was another book of the Dread Doctors in the school library known as “The Lost File” but only you and Scott had believable excuses to leave the classroom in order to get the book. So you met in the hallway between both classes and sneaked to the library’s back door so you couldn’t be seen.

Ones you got there you spotted a few students and the old librarian, you walked calmly towards the section of science fiction-Scott by your side-you ran your fingers across each and every title, Scott did the same.

You had to search very carefully before finding the right book and when you did, you sneaked out as silently as you could, when you did you walked in the lonely hallways until you heard loud footsteps and the reeking scent of the Coach-which consisted in a mixture of beer and sadness-Scott and you exchanged a worried look as the footsteps came closer.

Without thinking you kissed him, laying your hands on his shoulders-because you still held the book in your hand-his soft lips moved in sync with yours as he licked your bottom lip slightly asking for entrance which you granted opening your mouth and letting his tongue play along with yours.

His hands went down to your hips tracing your skin, when his hands were placed on your hips he gave them a gentle squeeze, you let go of the book, letting it fall to the floor as you sighed in his mouth, you grabbed his arms, tracing their length until you reached his hands, which you placed slowly on your butt.

“Stupid kids and their hormones” you heard Coach’s grumpy voice as he walked right past by you

Ones you were sure Coach had left you pulled apart from Scott’s swollen lips tinted slightly with your lipstick, you took a deep breath as you bend down to grab the book and put it on your bag, when you smelled the arousal coming from Scott you smiled mischievously “Don’t think I didn’t felt your friend” you said turning to go back to your classroom, but a firm grip stopped you from doing so.

Scott looked into your eyes before pulling you into his embrace, locking your lips in his with an incredible force, and this time Scott himself, held your butt giving it a firm squeeze making you moan in his mouth as you ran your fingers across his hair “Not… here” you said between the kisses and he groaned pulling apart and taking you to an abandoned classroom, you closed the door and pulled the curtain down.

Scott gave you butterfly kisses as he roamed his hands from your breast to your thighs, you turned around kissing him as he pulled you up by your thighs, guiding you to the desk in which he sat you down as he left numerous hickeys on your neck that healed right away.

He placed his hands on your back ripping your shirt off, you gasped at the feeling of the cold air against your heated skin, the cloth falling to the floor as you tugged the hem of Scott’s shirt pulling it up, your claws leaving holes in the thin cloth.

He unclasped your bra throwing in across the room, then he laid you down on the large desk to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down to your knees along with your panties, you kicked them off with your toes and sitting up kissing his neck hungrily, but then Scott pushed you down to the desk.

The pain ran across your spine, nevertheless you smiled

“Someone likes to play rough” you hissed and he smiled back
“This is what it takes to make you bend” he purred going down to were you needed him the most, wet kisses ran across your thighs as he massaged your breasts, you became a moaning mess under his ministrations.

Then, and without a warning he started devouring your core holding you still as you squirmed around in pleasure, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, at your gesture he groaned into your core, making the nod in your stomach grew by the second.

And as you felt yourself coming over the edge, he pulled apart, a whimper left your lips as a sign of the lost of ministrations “Scott” you called his name in an exhalation, sitting up and helping him take off his boxers “Please, I need you” you whispered in his ear, feeling his smirk against your ear, he pulled you at the edge of the desk, your breast crashing against his firm and toned chest, feeling his boner placed on your entrance, unconsciously you began to clench around his tip, your core aching in need.

He pressed your legs around hips before entering you fully, both of you moaning at the feeling, without giving you time to adjust he rammed into you with an incredible force, your claws scratching the wood of the desk as you moaned louder and louder each time

“Say my name” Scott groaned as you kept moaning, unable to answer his command “Say my name so everyone knows your mine” he repeated and you had to breath before replying

“Scott” in his ear
“Louder” he hissed laying you down before going all the way in, making you gasp at the feeling, your claws now buried themselves into Scott’s flesh
“SCOTT” you gasped, your eyes flashing red for a moment before going back to normal as he continued to fucking you mercilessly, his name came out like a prayer in your lips as he began to whisper dirty things on your ear.

You realized how close you were when the nod on your stomach seemed to travel to your core as well “Scott I’m…” you trailed off before being interrupted by your loud moan, your release washing you over, Scott did the same moments after

Both of you panting loudly as you tried to catch your breaths “We should get dressed” you whispered in his ear making him chuckle “We should” he agreed pulling you up “That way I can take you on a proper date” he beamed kissing you sweetly and you couldn’t help to smile into the kiss

“That sounds amazing” you winked clasping your bra and grabbing your ripped shirt, raising an eyebrow playfully towards Scott who blushed slightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah… Sorry about that” he said nervously and you giggled at how cute he looked, you climbed off the desk, grabbing your bag and pulling out a brand new shirt, Scott frowned smiling and you shrugged putting it on.

“A girl needs to be prepared” you said simply as you finally bottomed your jeans to leave the classroom, leaving a dumbfounded Scott behind you.

memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!

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Love Confession - Isaac Lahey Imagine (SMUT)

A/N: I wrote this sometime last year but never posted it for some reason I don’t know… So I thought it’s about time I do it haha. I hope you guys like it, I’d love it if you let me know what you think. Oh and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc. Other than that, enjoy!(:

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Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Warning: SMUT! Unprotected sex, use protection guys!(:
Word count: 1556


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Theo Raeken x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, oral, smut, nsfw.
Word count: 1 018

Tags: @17jenny, @peacefullytatted01, @raphaelsantiago-theodoreraeken, @greek-geek481


You woke up by Theo nuzzling against your belly, one of his arms wrapped around your thigh as he hummed calming words against your skin, talking to the life that was creating inside of you.

“I thought you would find it distasteful to be around me when I’m pregnant, with uncontrolled bodily functions and all.” You snickered and ran your finger through his tousled hair.

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Your Name (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3,012

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex

Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!

Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)

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teen wolf as types of moms

scott mccall

  • soccer mom af
  • helps his kids with their projects and assignments
  • somehow manages kids, spouse, and work all at once
  • shows up at every one of his kid’s recitals or games or whatever
  • always has a full container of brownies or cookies in the car
  • prepared for everything
  • organized af
  • claps a little too loudly at his kid’s dance recital
  • shows off his kids to his coworkers all the time
  • all the other moms are jealous of him

stiles stilinski

  • helicopter mom
  • he’d just be so worried about his kids after all he’s been through in his life
  • no sunscreen under spf 70
  • super nosy
  • thinks of worst-case scenarios first
  • “i told you so"
  • attends every teacher-parent interview
  • can turn a playful conversation into a lecture in under 2 seconds
  • his kids sometimes feel like he doesn’t give them enough space
  • but they know that he means well for them

malia hale

  • hot mess mom
  • forgets she has kids sometimes
  • forgets important events
  • “i thought your hockey game was next week?”
  • “mom, you said that last week.”
  • accidentally gave her children dog treats instead of crackers to school
  • always running late
  • coffee in her hand 24/7
  • ready-made dinners
  • forgets to make cupcakes for bakesales so she brings storebought ones and says that their her own

lydia martin

  • cool mom
  • hot mom
  • is v laidback
  • “kids will always be kids”
  • does hot yoga
  • she guides her kids, not control them
  • a tough discipliner
  • doesn’t approve of disrespect
  • all her kids’ friends want her as their mom
  • dresses her kids in only hermes, YSL, lacoste, burberry, prada, gucci, chanel, and/or armani
too late || isaac lahey

word count: 3954

request:  can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of “too little, too late” by jojo?

warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death

author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)

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Malia Tate x EvolvedWolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, girl on girl action yay!
Word count: 1 115

Tags: @peacefullytatted01


You’ve never had a problem with running mile after mile on all fours, but today you felt tired, restless. The legs beneath you didn’t carry you as they used to and you had an unsatisfied feeling in the lower region of your body.

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