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s0urw00lf · 5 months

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Two peas in a pack : Magic bullet

Stiles stilinski x reader

An: I knowwww it’s been a while… do what to say and this wasn’t even hard to write… no excuse. Anyway enjoy!

Scott Stiles and y/n were all sat in class as their teacher handed out test results. Stiles, who was sitting to y/ns right and behind Scott, tapped Scott on the shoulder getting his attention. "If Derek isn't the alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who is?" He asked, y/n nodded "Great question". Scott pondered for a second before answering "I don't know". Stiles sat back but quickly leaned forward again. "Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" He asked, and again Scott answered "I don't know" Stiles sat back again exhaling dramatically loudly, before leaning up again "Does Allison's dad know-" he said but was cut off by Scott "i dont know!" He said way louder, attracting the attention of the whole class momentarily. The teacher had finally reached the trio, y/n looked down at her paper and smiled at the circled A+ at the corner of her paper, she looked over to Stiles and he showed his that just read A. Y/n smirked when she showed hers, laughing at the way stiles face dropped. Y/n took a quick glimpse at Scott while smiling and her smile immediately dropped, making Stiles turn to look. His face mirrored y/ns shock. "Dude you need to study more" Stiles said jokingly "Yeah Scott I knew you were failing, but I didn't think it was this bad" y/n said going along with Stiles's teasing "Okay we’re joking. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up," stiles said trying to lift Scott's spirits, "He's right. Hey, I'll even help you study," Y/n said. Scott sighed "No it's okay, I'm studying with Allison today," Scott said nonchalantly. Stiles plastered a surprised expression on his face "That's my boy" he said making y/n groan. "We're just studying," Scott said shutting down what everyone knew Stiles was referring to. "Uh uh. No, you're not," he said pushing his case.

"No, I'm not?" Scot said questioningly. "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to go I will have you de-balled" Stiles ranted. "Don't feel pressured Scott, it's nobody's fault Stiles can't get laid" y/n said, smirking when Stiles looked at her with one eye squinted. "Not like you can either y/n," he said arguing back. "Oh no I can, I just choose not to." She said widening her smirk. "Okay! Just stop with the questions man" Scott said interrupting the banter. "Done. No more questions... no more talk about the alpha or Derek. Especially Derek who still scares me." He said. As soon as y/n heard Stiles mention Derek y/n began to get an overwhelming sense that Derek was nearby. She immediately brushed it off not seeing how he'd be able to get in the school during school hours.

the school had just let out and y/n followed Stiles to his jeep and laughed as he happily jumped in. He pulled out and began to drive out of the parking lot but was abruptly stopped by a very sickly-looking Derek Hale standing in the middle of the road holding his hand up as if to say "Stop". " you gotta be kidding me this guy everywhere" "Ok seriously this guy’s everywhere" y/n said at the same time as stiles, as they looked around for Scott hearing honking from behind them. Scott ran up to the driver's side, then to Derek making both y/n and Stiles get out and do the same. "What are you doing here," Scott asked kneeling beside Derek. "I was shot" Derek replied with labored breaths. "He's not looking so good dude," Stiles said. "Why aren't you healing?" Y/n whispered yelled as she knelt as well. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He answered. "A silver bullet?" Stiles asked. "No you idiot," Derek said glaring up at Stiles. Scott's eyes widened "Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott said. "What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked. "the one who shot you" Scott answered. Just then Derek groaned and his eyes shifted to the glowing blue. Y/n looked around panicking making sure nobody was close enough to have seen it. "What are you doing? Stop that" she hissed. Derek shook his head "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He growled breathlessly. "Derek. Get up!" Scott demanded.

The honking began to get more consistent. Scott lifted Derek as y/n opened the door before climbing into the back seat. "I need you to find the kind of bullet they used," Derek said as Scott closed the door to the jeep. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He asked. "Because she's an argent, she's with them," he said. "Why should I help you?” Scott asked "Because you need me," Derek said, making y/n sigh. He was right and Scott knew it "Fine, I'll try. Hey get him out of here" Scott said to Stiles who had just gotten in the driver's seat. "I hate you so much for this," Stiles said through gritted teeth, before pulling off.

They'd been driving for about 30 minutes in silence and Stiles sighed picking up his phone to call Scott, he sighed even louder when he didn't answer, so he decided to text. 'Did you find it?' To which Scott replied 'need more time' making stile slam his phone on the seat, he looked over to Derek who had come out of his jacket "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" He said. "Hey stiles ease up, he's shot," Y/n said, stiles again sighed "Fine. We're almost there anyway" he stated. "Almost where?" Derek asked. "Your house," Stiles said. "What? No, you can't take me there" Y/n sighed putting in her earbuds to not hear the two bicker, even when Stiles abruptly stopped the jeep. She thought it was best for them to sort out their differences.

Hours had passed and y/n groaned, they were parked on the side of the road and she was at the point now where she was aggravated. She got out of the car and dialed Scott's number. Surprised when he picked up

Y/n- Hello Scott it's me one of the two friends you so graciously forgot about that is sitting with the dying wolf... where the hell are you!?

Scott- I'm sorry they made me stay for dinner, where are you?

Y/n - parked on the side of the road. Where we have been for going on 2 hours!

She said getting back in the car, holding her phone out for Stiles to take

Stiles - what are we supposed to do with him?!

Scott- take him somewhere. Anywhere!

Stiles- and by the way he's starting to smell

Scott- Like what

Stiles- Like death

Scott- ok, take him to the animal clinic

Stiles- What about your boss

Scott- He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster

Stiles sighed "You’re not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you,” he said handing Derek the phone

Derek- Did you find it?

Scott- How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns

Derek- If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?

Scott- I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing

Derek- Then think about this the alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.

Derek hung up the phone and handed it back to y/n. Stiles started the jeep and they began on their merry way to the animal clinic. "Isn't it ironic we're taking an injured werewolf to an animal clinic?" y/n said with a laugh. "Don't forget you were bitten too" Derek huffed. Y/n made eye contact with Stiles through the mirror and smiled

They arrived at the clinic and Stiles unlocked the door, Derek plopped down on the animal food, y/n got a message from Scott "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Y/n asked Derek. "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring it to me" he said. "Why?" Stiles asked. Derek looked Stiles dead in the face "Because I'm gonna die without it". Y/n sighed a little more panicked she texted Scott with urgency 'You need to get here NOW'

Y/n followed Derek and Stiles through to the operation room. Derek discarded his shirt to which y/n's eyes widened and quickly looked away, and Stiles was quick to look over to see y/n's reaction.

The wound looked horrible if y/n was being honest, "You know that doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said making y/n shake her head. "When the infection reaches my heart it'll kill me." Derek panted. "You know you really know how to be optimistic," y/n said sarcastically. Both y/n and Stiles watched as Derek rummaged through the drawers and cabinets obviously in search of something. “If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time, I have a last resort,” he said. “Which is?” Stiles asked. The pair stared at Derek as he pulled out some sort of electric saw “You’re gonna cut off my arm.” Derek answered. This shocked the room into silence as y/n and Stiles racked their brains for something to say. “Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?” Stiles exclaimed. “It’ll heal if it works,” Derek said through clenched teeth as he tied a band around the bicep of his wounded arm. “I can't do this” y/n muttered as she turned away from Derek gagging. stiles nodded his head “Look, I don’t know if I can do this” Stiles explained, sounding like he was trying his best to hold back a gag.

“Why not?” Derek asked, still tying the band. “Well because of the cutting through the flesh-“ “the sawing of the bone!” “And the blood!” “Especially the blood.” Y/n and Stiles said bouncing off each other’s sentences. “Derek sighed dropping his arm onto the table “You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asked grunting. “No, but we might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles said, making y/n nod along. “Yeah no I can't I’m sorry Derek,” Y/n said. “Alright fine. Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head.” Derek said to Stiles. “Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats-“Stiles was cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and slamming him to the table “All right, bought, sold, totally, I’ll do it” Stiles rambled.

Y/n groaned “You’re an ass sometimes you know that?” She said to Derek “But I'll pass you this time because you’re dying” Y/n said before Derek leaned over and puked some sort of black substance right at his feet “Holy god, what the hell is that!?” “Jesus, I just might projectile vomit,” y/n said gagging while turning away from Derek for the second time tonight. “It’s my body trying to heal itself,” Derek said “Well it isn’t doing a good job,” Y/n said moving towards Stiles. “Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek said to Stiles. But y/n's ears picked up something unusual. The fast breathing of someone coming closer to the clinic, but how could she hear that? How all of a sudden. She heard something drop and hurried footsteps “Guys I think Scott’s here. Y/n muttered “Stiles? Y/n?”. Y/n's head shot up towards the door, she was right. Scott popped through the doorway seeing Stiles holding the saw to Derek’s arm “What the hell are you doing?” Scott almost yelled. Stiles let out a relieved chuckle “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles said. “Did you get it?” Derek asked. Scott hurriedly dug the bullet out of his pocket and gave it to Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?” Y/n asked “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” Derek panted before he fell to the ground passed out and dropped the bullet. Scott hurriedly chased after it while Stiles and y/n worked on waking him up.

Y/n tuned out the yelling as she thought, but only one option came to mind. “We have to hit him. Hard” Stiles looked at her as if she was crazy “It's the only way, we don’t have that salt here, we don’t know what to do with the bullet so we can't do it ourselves.” Y/n rushed “We have to hit him”. Stiles looked down at Derek “Please don't kill me for this” he said before he punched Derek square in the face. “Ow, god” Stiles hissed as he shook his hand in pain, Derek had woken up. “Give me,” he said softly as Scott handed them the bullet, and y/n and Stiles helped him up. Derek quickly got to work biting the tip off the bullet and emptying the powder before lighting it on fire, a blue smoke emitted from the substance. He wiped the powder from the table into his hand as he took a breather before pouring it into the bullet wound making him yell out in agony, as he fell to the ground still yelling the trio watched grimacing at his yells of pain, but their wasn’t much they could do. They watched as the wound quickly healed, “that was AWESOME!” Stiles cheered pumping his fist in the air “Are you okay?” Y/n asked. “Aside from the agonizing pain,” Derek remarked. Making y/n roll her eyes “I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health” Stiles said making Derek glare at him. “Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone,” Scott said, y/n groaned and walked away muttering “I’ve had enough testosterone for one day”.

She situated herself in the waiting room of the clinic, now able to fully focus on how her body was changing. Her muscles are more defined, she’s hearing better, and if she were to guess she's stronger too, which means the bite did take effect and she’s turned. But into what? She asked herself before Derek walked passed her and out of the clinic with Scott following. She watched them leave wondering where they were going. Stiles soon walked into the waiting room, joining y/n. “where are they going?” Y/n asked softly. Stiles shrugged “Something about the argents, I don’t know,” he said. Y/n smiled “he really is whipped,” Y/n said looking at Stiles, almost lovingly. Stiles chuckled returning her stare “Yeah, he is” he said, not breaking the stare. The atmosphere began to get tense, both wondering if the other felt the same. Y/n was the first to break the eye contact, chuckling “We should lock up” she said looking anywhere but at Stiles. “Yeah,” he agreed. So they got to work cleaning Derek’s puke first then locking up around the clinic, making sure to leave it as they found it. The pair got in Stiles's jeep and drove home, the atmosphere wasn’t exactly tense but it was too much for y/ns liking. It didn’t take long for her to build up the courage to grab Stiles's hand. Stiles whipped his head towards y/n and stared in shock. Y/n laughed “Eyes on the road you big goof, and close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies,” she said, and Stiles nodded turning back towards the road but squeezing her hand just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming when he felt her squeeze back his heart soared over the moon.

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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may I request Scott McCall x male reader smut where Scott a bottom I have not found a fic where scott is a bottom anywhere and I love to see more support for this fandom pls

Scott McCall x male reader

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Scott has always had a special part in my heart ever since I watched Teen Wolf years ago. You are so right about the lack of bottom Scott content, so I hope this helps scratch that itch a little bit.

Reader is a kanima-wolf combo, like Jackson, cuz I love the kanima plot. did someone say tailplay? cuz theres tailplay.

I had a lot of fun writing this ngl, hope you guys enjoy.

Scotts claws dug deep groves into the floor, a high-pitched whine leaving him as the powerful flexible muscle of your tail curled around his middle, dragging him closer to where you were crouched near the shadowed corner of the room.

The day had been spent high strung on your part, as Scott had seemed to make it his mission to tease you. From sultry looks as he bit his lip, or the way he would push his scent at you specifically to leave you agitated. He seemed to take it as a win when he caught your tongue flicking out between your lips, tasting the air as your leftover reptilian instincts demanded of you.

You had been a kanima when you were bitten, around the same time as Jackson. It stemmed from similar issues to Jackson, something deep and emotional that left you feeling like you weren’t in control of yourself. You had to live up to very high expectations set by your parents, who were very strict about everything you did, also making it impossible for you to accept your sexuality at the time.

But with the help of the pack, you came to accept yourself, and like Jackson, you turned into something more of a hybrid, a mixture of a kanima and a werewolf. Unlike Jackson, you always fell more back onto your reptilian urges than the wolf urges, which was why you were now hissing softly as your slitted eyes bore into the naked back of your lover as you dragged him towards you.

With a flick of your tongue, you could taste the strong arousal in the bedroom, Scott’s bedroom, the faint scent of precum reaching your heightened senses. With a rumbled hiss, you wrench down the pajama pants Scott had been wearing, striking your lightly scaled hand across his naked ass. “You’re so dirty Scott, you were waiting for me, huh?” you hiss, squinting up at him as he looks at you over his shoulder, a slight squint to his eyes that told you that your guess had been correct.

Your tail released his middle as he laid out flat across the floor, lifting his hips just enough for you to pull his pants all the way down and off without tearing them. A whimper left him as your claws ran across his thick thighs, groping the muscle underneath with an appreciative hiss. “So needy” you mumble, digging your thumbs into the dimples of his back, making him keen breathlessly.

Your pupils shrank into slits as you watched how his muscles tensed, his back arching so beautifully as Scott shuffled his knees apart, trying to fit your torso between them as you scraped your sharp teeth across his lower back. The threat of your venom had only ever served to arouse him further, the possibility of being completely paralyzed sending a bolt of thrill and lust through your lover’s entire body.

It was something you had only experimented with once or twice, when you both had felt a little more in control of your more beastly half. But as of now, your tail lashed out, knocking something random off a shelf in the background. Scotts softly glowing eyes met yours as he looked back at you again, audibly gulping and whining softly, almost beckoning you to touch him more.

Spreading his cheeks apart, your tongue started to roll out of your mouth, ready to slither inside him to spread him open the way you knew he loved the most, until you saw the familiar shiny sheen across his pucker. “Did you prep yourself Scott?” you asked with a slight lisp, your longer than humanly possible tongue still hanging out of your mouth.

Instead of answering, Scott simply blushed and buried his head into his folded arms, his knees shuffling to allow him to lift his hips farther, giving you all the answer you needed. Instead of teasing him further, you crawled up his body, letting your torso drag across his back until your chest was pressed against his back, chin hooked on his shoulder.

Your tail coiled around one of his thighs, far up enough that part of your warm scales brushed around his pouch, making him twitch and moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of smooth scales against his skin. “You’ve always been such a freak Scott, never imagined you’d be so turned on by scales” you snicker, tone teasing but also thick with want, half hissed as your tongue felt too long for your mouth.

“Maybe I should just fuck you with my tail instead, what do you say?” you murmur into his ear, the tip of your tail just barely pressing against his slick pucker, making Scotts hips flex as his jaw drops in a soundless moan. You knew it was a fantasy of his, you bet hed even let him fuck him when you were still just a kanima, ruled by a master and mind not your own.

You had seen his search history, you knew the kind of stuff he was into, and if that just so happened to always involve a lot of stuff that was similar to your anatomy? Who would have to know but you, Scott, and God.

The tip of your tail just barely pressed inside, your tongue reptilian tongue pressing against his pulse point as Scott moaned, head falling to the side to give you as much access to his throat as possible. It was an extremely submissive pose for a true alpha like Scott, but it always served to make you feel a deep feral rush, to somehow get someone like Scott under you and writhing.

But before your tail could breach the loosened ring of his hole, you pulled it back, doing your best to ignore the whined out “no, no, please” from Scott. Instead, you reached down and undid your belt, quickly releasing your hard length and letting it rest between the globes of his ass, rolling your hips against his to let him feel it.

“Next time, my cute little alpha” you tease, your sharp teeth scraping hard enough against his shoulder to make blood bead up at the bites, but they quickly healed over, only giving you a slight taste. “Please, please, please” Scott whimpered, sounding almost near tears. Its seems you hadn’t been the only one worked up all day, as Scott almost outright panted for your touch, your cock, your tail, anything.

You swore you could see him drooling as you finally press inside him, his hips shoving back against yours hard enough, that if you weren’t holding him still, he would have impaled himself onto your dick almost immediately. A slight warning hiss-growl left you, as if warning him to stay still. A rumble left him in response, his inner alpha seemingly feeling disrespected by your display, even as Scott arched and moaned for more.

Scott was only given a moment to adjust, just how he liked it, before you started moving your hips. A clawed slightly scaled hand was placed between his shoulder blades, shoving his face harder against the floor as your hips struck against his own, his noises rising in volume and neediness.

Scotts claws ached as they dug into the floor, his fangs flashing as his jaw dropped, open mouthed gasps and moans leaving him as the noises were punched out of him, tongue almost hanging out as drool ran down his chin.

As you struck his prostate, he almost wailed, but before that noise could leave him, the tip of your tail was shoved between his teeth, pressing down against his tongue, and tickling the back of Scotts throat, only making his eyes roll back as he groaned.

Your noises were akin to chuffing as your hips slammed against his, claws digging into Scotts back and hip hard enough to draw blood as venom filled drool dripping from your mouth and down into the divot of his spine. Scott gagged as your tail shoved deeper into his mouth, part of it pushing down his throat as he moaned and sucked on it like it was your cock, spit and drool running down his chin and creating a puddle under him.

There was no way for him to beg with words for you to go faster, but Scott was able to wrench one of his hands from the floor, reaching back to hold onto your hip, urging you to go faster, deeper, harder. So, with a deep hissed growl, you did, striking his sensitive prostate with the precision of an expert, making him keen around the scaley meat of your tail.

You weren’t even sure when Scott came, his cock squirting across the floor in thick white spurts, his eyes rolling back as the euphoria crashed through his body and making him tighten around you. But you were too consumed by your own pleasure, hisses and growls leaving you as you kept pounding into him, taking great pleasure in the wet slick noise of your hips meeting his ass, and how it left him moaning and crying out for more.

When you finally reached your end, you crushed your hips against his, your sharp teeth digging into his shoulder as you came, cumming deep inside him in the way you knew he loved as it made him feel so full of you. Your tail withdrew from his mouth with a wet sputter, strings of drool hanging from the deep green scaled to his pink wet mouth, a noise so high pitched you barely heard it as he came a second time.

Purring filled the room as you held Scott, grinding lazily into him as you milked your mutual orgasms as much as possible, before Scott finally slumped, completely limp and panting. You would think you had injected him with your venom with how limp he went, but in reality, it was just the post orgasm bliss.

With a soft kiss pressed against the already healing bite, you carefully pull you and get Scott to his feet, shuffling him into the bathroom to get him cleaned up, maybe even give him a nice warm shower so you two can be washed up. After getting him dressed in a new part of pajama pants, you tuck him into bed, expertly cleaning up the mess of blood, drool, and other bodily fluids left on the floor. You’ll have to find a way to fix the groves you guys left in the floor, but that was for later.

When all was said and done, you could finally allow yourself to crawl into bed with Scott, the scales on your skin receding for the most part, claws and sharp teeth disappearing to where they came from, and your eyes returning to your usual ones. The only thing that stayed was your tail, which curled around Scott in a loving embrace as you pulled him close to your chest.

Scott let out a soft huff, snuffling closer to your neck before he went limp once more, almost laying completely on top of you, basking in your presence and scent as he felt safe enough to be completely vulnerable, sleep quickly rushing up on him. You didn’t feel tired, so like usual, you laid back and held Scott as he snored softly, one hand rubbing up and down his back as you scrolled your phone with the other. His body heat always left you feeling sluggish afterwards, some kind of reptile reaction, but it made you feel safer to watch over him as he slept, so that it what you did, until Scott was ready to wake up again.

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dragon-chica · 11 months

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Creep Alert - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Because someone has made me very uncomfortable at weekly pinball and I would like to take Theo.

Stiles: Okay he's not always the most observant person around, he will be talking to himself trying to figure something out or keep walking not realizing someone else has come up and gone all up in your space. When he turns about and you are visibly uncomfortable he RUNS back, trip/sliding between you and the guy pushing his hand off. Might have yelled "CREEP ALERT" on his way over, mile a minute talking asking if you're okay, did they do anything? name drops that he is the son of the sheriff and can get that guy written up for harassment. "Do you want to file a report on him? I'll call dad right now. Don't you go anywhere, we're not done here- PARRISH!" Spots a squad car and shouts over (it was not Parrish) and it becomes mess. But it certainly did the job.

Scott: Good of heart, dumb of ass. Despite his wolf instinct telling him to destroy the threat, he comes over the moment your scent turns distressed. He comes up right next to you with a comforting hand on your arm and inserts himself into the conversation. Genuinely not realizing this guy's intentions or what's going on besides you're uncomfortable and asks what's going on. Usually he's enough to diffuse the situation, but if someone's persistent he'll instead have you both leave.

Lydia: Has been in this kind of scenario too many times that she sees it coming across the room before anyone talks to you. She's learned exactly how to handle herself, either sweetly or with words that cut. Or if she had a 'big, strong, man' to handle it for her. Lydia's at your side immediately, telling them you're not interested and how far she'll shove her heel up their ass.

Liam: Sure, mess with the S/O of the werewolf kid with IED, that's a good idea. He doesn't usually stray far from your side but a few steps away was enough for someone to take his spot and feel a little too comfortable getting in your space and questioning you. His gaze shoots to you as discomfort sours your scent. He speeds over, eyes flashing gold and getting right in their face with you behind him. Not afraid to get physical if they want to keep it up.

Also if it's Brett coming to flirt with you, either because he's a slut or just to try and piss Liam off and you really are uncomfortable with his advances, all bets are off. Claws are out and he wants blood, it's a whole scene.

Isaac: At first it's a little harder for Isaac to come to your rescue, even though he's a werewolf now he's not used to the kind of confidence of doing something like this. You were always the one to try and protect him, and never faulted him when he didn't come to your defense, just trying to make sure you were okay after.

But now he's a werewolf, he can do better. He stronger. Intimidating. Despite everything, he still had to psych himself up walking over to you, who is obviously uncomfortable. He's not sure how to insert himself, but he is quite noticeable and doesn't have to do much. Being so much taller (and chest puffed) than your pest, they take the smart move to leave. Visibly deflate and swallows after that interaction and asks if you're okay. Gets bashful when you call him your knight.

Malia: No filter and very brash. People have thought of messing with her but the energy she gives off and feral look in her eye is almost always enough to deter them first. You though, are not so lucky. Already very standoffish, once she sense someone is making you uncomfortable she is staring them down and growling, barely keeping her claws in even as they leave.

Derek: He normally is overprotective of you, usually you just roll your eyes at his worries. But you certainly feel safe with a scowling sourwolf beside you. Until he's gone a few minutes too long and someone thinks that's their chance.

When he sees someone crowding in on you he's speeding right through the crowd and shoving them backwards hard enough to make them stumble and once they're thoroughly scared shitless by his hardened stare to flee, he's trying to get you to leave grumbling how "we never should have come here anyway."

#Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Lydia Martin x reader #Isaac Lahey x reader #Liam Dunbar x reader #Derek Hale x reader #Malia Tate x reader #Scott McCall x reader #my stuff

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ilovewriting06 · 3 months

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Hello friend, I wanted to know if you can make one of Scott McCall, where is he married to Isacc's younger sister, Scott and Yn are celebrating Scott's birthday party, so after the party they have a hot moment, smut, a few weeks go by and Yn discovers that She's pregnant so she tells Scott then the others.

Tanks and your work is amazing 😻.

I hope you enjoy it Anon!

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Scott chuckles at my enthusiasm before pushing me away from him, and ultimately off the bed. I squeak when I hit the floor causing Scott's head to pop over the edge, "Shit! Sorry! You okay?"

I fake pout and sniffle, "No, you hurt my feelings."

He rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and stretching. From my position on the floor I get a wonderful view of his toned abs flexing and I can feel myself start to drool from the memories of last night.

I jump when Scott snaps his fingers in my face, "Ay, get your head out of the gutter, I'm too worn out from last night." I roll over to push myself up as I scoff, "Some alpha werewolf you are."

I don't get a chance to crawl to my feet when I'm picked up like a ragdoll. When I'm set on my feet I come face to face with a smirking Scott, "How's that for an alpha werewolf?"

I roll my eyes and walk towards the bedroom door as I speak, "10 outta 10 for strength. Sadly, strength doesn't help your endurance or performance."

I'm walking down the stairs of our two story house on the outskirts of Beacon Hills when I hear Scott squawk and run out of the room, "What's wrong with my performance?!"

I walk to the kitchen deciding to ignore him but that plan is thwarted when I'm caged against the counter as Scott looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "If I recall, my performance was just fine last night."

I bite back a smile as I deadpan, "Sure." I go to wiggle out of his hold but his arms tighten, "Nuh uh, don't sure, me. Those noises you were making last night tell a very different story."

I finally smile and peck his nose, "You're right, you're performance is perfect." I pause and watch him smile before I sigh wistfully, "If only your endurance was too."

I dart out from under his arm but he catches me by the waist, "You listen here you little twerp, my endurance is just fine, when I'm not hungry."

I relax in his hold and spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, "So, what you're saying is that if I feed you, you'll fuck me?"

"Please don't."

I spin around and squeal before tackling Isaac, "Izzy! You made it!"

He chuckles, "Of course I did, couldn't let my brother-in-law celebrate his 25th birthday with only one Lahey, that's just boring."

I hear Scott scoff, "Excuse you, she's a McCall now, has been for almost two years now, thank you very much."

I step away from Isaac in time to see him roll his eyes, "Whatever, she was a Lahey first. Anyways, you mentioned food." He directs the last part at me and I chuckle, "Yes, yes, come on wolfies let's go get breakfast."

They both groan as Isaac says to Scott, "She's hanging out with Stiles too much." I turn around and scoff, "There is never too much Stiles, he's literally the only one that knows how to keep dipshit over here from doing something stupid. I'm married to him and I still don't have the best luck with talking him down from doing something dumb."

Isaac rolls his eyes, never having liked Stiles too much, and Scott pouts, "It's my birthday, you aren't supposed to be mean."

I pat his cheek before walking to the fridge, "What do you two want for breakfast?"

"Waffles!"

"Pancakes!"

"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get waffles!"

"Yeah, and I just spent 13 hours on a plane to come wish you a happy birthday, so I want pancakes!"

I groan remembering why Melissa's house almost fell to the ground when all of us were still living there.

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I smile and pull Stiles into a hug when he walks through the door. He chuckles and sways us side to side, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I place a kiss to his cheek as I pull away, "Hey, Stiles. Where's Lyds?"

He rolls his eyes before looking towards the door, "Last minute makeup touches so she's 'presentable' or something, I don't know with her sometimes. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her she's beautiful without makeup."

I snort and grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "Well, since you're hear I need your cooking expertise."

When we get to the kitchen he raises and eyebrow, "Alright, what's wrong? We went over all the plans for this yesterday so something else is wrong."

I shake my head before playing with my fingers, "You know how Scott has wanted a baby for awhile?"

He nods before his eyes widen and he whisper shouts, "You're pregnant?!" I shake my head and shush him, "No, but I need you to do me a favor."

He crinkles his nose, "I mean, I'm flattered really, but you're like my little sister sooo..."

I can hear the sarcasm so I smack the back of his head, "Would you shut up and listen?"

He nods and actually focuses so I put on my best smile, "I need you to let Isaac stay with you tonight."

Stiles' mouth drops and he scowls, "No, no, absolutely not. He can't stand me, I can't stand him, we have like this silent agreement. Besides even if I agreed Lydia would have to agree and more importantly so would Isaac. Also, why the hell do you want him gone so soon after him getting here?"

I give him a look and his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about it before realization spreads across his face, "Aw, ew, that's just gross! I didn't need to know that."

I put on my best puppy eyes and pout, "Please, please, please! You'll get the title of godfather and best uncle, I swear. Not to mention this is the only birthday gift I got him, well, planned for him and it wouldn't be fair to force him to wait a week until Isaac leaves for his birthday gift, plus I'm ovulating right now." I really regret agreeing to Isaac's rule of no sex while he's in the house and I really regret getting Scott to agree to it too.

Stiles groans before nodding, "Okay, okay, you get Lydia and Isaac on board, then I'll agree."

I nod before yelling, "Isaac! Come to the kitchen for a second!"

Not even two seconds later Isaac comes bounding into the kitchen before stopping and sneering at Stiles, "Stilinski."

I roll my eyes before filling with pride as Stiles ignores Isaac and just looks at me. I turn to Isaac and clasp my hands together, "So, you'll be staying at Stiles and Lydia's tonight."

Isaac snorts, "As if, I'd rather stab my eyes out with a toothpick than stay with Stiles."

This time Stiles speaks, "Oh shove it, Scarfboy. I wouldn't have agreed to it if she wouldn't have asked me. I actually listen to what my sister has to say, maybe you should try it."

Any pride I had felt slips away and I groan because I know where this is going.

"I'm sorry, did you just call her your sister?! Listen here you no good, dirty rotten, son of a bitch, she's my sister. Has been for 23 years and last time I checked she didn't even know who you were until she was 14! Stop trying to steal my sister just because your mom died before you got one!"

Stiles' jaw tightens as my mouth drops, "Isaac Daniel Lahey, that was out of line, and you know it! What is wrong with you two, you've been after each other's throats since you met?"

By this point Scott is now in kitchen with wide eyes but I'm more interested in finding the real issue between these two.

Isaac is the first to answer, "He just swept in and stole you away, you were all I had left and he almost stole you away from me."

My mouth drops open but I'm surprised when Stiles' anger dwindles slightly, "Dude, that was never my intention! Yeah, I claimed her as my pseudo sister but that's because we spent so much time together. One of two things was gonna happen, we were either gonna fuck, which, ew, no offense Y/N/N, or become like siblings!"

I nod agreeing with Stiles because that is exactly what happened, "He's right, we bonded because we're both humans in the world of werewolves, kanimas, and banshees."

Isaac scoffs, "That bullshit, really? The only humans?"

I scowl and now my anger is flaring up, "Yes! Stiles and I were always left behind because we weren't as fast or as strong as you. Which to an extent I can understand, but Isaac, you shut me out. You got these super cool powers and we got away from dad, but after that, you just pushed me away!"

Isaac's eyes widen, "That isn't true!"

"Yes it is, and you know it, I can see it on your face! Not to mention you ran away to London when things got tough! When I needed you most you were thousands of miles away, and fuck if that didn't hurt!"

Isaac falters before he responds in a softer voice, "But...Allison."

I stiffen and I feel a hand on my back and I realize Scott had moved over to stand by me at some point. I huff trying to remain calm, "Yeah, well you weren't the only one that lost her, we all did. She was Scott's first love, Lydia's best friend, and like the older sister I always wanted, and Stiles." I take a deep breath before moving closer to Stiles and grabbing his hand squeezing it in reassurance, "God, Isaac, Stiles blamed himself for her death for months. You have no idea how much he went through, yet you still treat him like shit over some false assumption he stole me away or something, and I've heard you on more than one occasion imply that he had something to do with Allison. Even though I know you don't believe that."

I take a breath and I can physically see Isaac's face soften at the mention of Stiles blaming himself for Allison's death. I move back over to Scott needing the stability he offers me before speaking again, "Listen to me Isaac, I love you with all my heart, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that same love for Stiles. Hell, I have the same love for Lydia too, it's the love between siblings. But you have to believe me that I didn't replace you, I just added to my family, but you were never, ever replaced."

I glance at Stiles to make sure talking about Allison hasn't affected him too bad before turning back to Isaac as he visibly relaxes. I think we all tense up slightly when he pulls Stiles into a hug which has Stiles looking at me as if he has no idea what's going on. I shrug just as clueless as him before I hear Isaac whisper, "Jesus, Stiles, that wasn't your fault. I-I thought you knew that, but I should have known your guilt complex wouldn't allow for that."

I sniffle and hold back happy tears before turning to face Scott, "I'm sorry we had such a big fight on your birthday."

Scott's eyes widen as does his smile, "Are you kidding me?! Babe, this is the best birthday gift ever!" I hear Stiles snort slightly at that comment before him and Isaac are hugging it out again.

I look up as the sound of high heels make their way to the kitchen before Lydia stops in her tracks with wide eyes, "What the hell did I miss?"

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I smile and look around at the family all packed into the living room. Noah and Derek are talking about only god knows what, Liam, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles are crammed on the couch as Scott and Liam help the other two boys get to know each other a little better. Lydia and Melissa are currently in the kitchen helping with last minute preparations, oh crap yeah that's why I'm out here, "Who's in charge of grilling?"

With that all the men accept for Derek and Liam jump up and I roll my eyes, "Okay, no to literally all of you except Noah. Literally don't know why I even asked."

The boys scoff in indignation and I raise an eyebrow and look at them, "Scott you burn everything, Isaac you literally burned water, I'm not trusting you with a grill. I turn to Stiles and smile sympathetically, "Stiles, oh darling Stiles."

Stiles narrows his eyes, "I feel like I'm about to get made fun of." I shrug before saying, "Stiles, I don't trust you with fire. Don't get me wrong you're a hell of a cook, but I don't think grilling is for you. You'd burn your eyebrows off somehow, and trust me, you'd look even worse with no eyebrows."

He rolls his eyes before slumping back onto the couch and muttering, "Bitch." I roll my eyes and Scott smacks him with a throw pillow, "That's my wife, be nice."

I kiss Scott's cheek and grab the pillow, "Thank you for defending my honor but it's fine, it's normal. He calls me bitch and I call him asshole, dick, bitch, dipshit, idiot, bastard, stupid, bitch ass pu-" This time I'm cut off by Stiles, "Alright! We get it, you call me every name in the book of insults. I love you too."

I snort before turning back to go into the kitchen with Noah following behind me.

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Everyone is playing an aggressive game of football in the backyard, with Lydia as referee, while Melissa and I clean up in the kitchen. I glance out the window as Isaac tackles Stiles to the ground before Stiles flips him the bird as he pushes himself off the ground.

I snort as Melissa hands me another dish, "I think those two are going to get along just fine." Melissa hums in agreement before asking, "So, when were you going to tell me you were trying to get pregnant?"

My mouth open and closes like a fish as I look at her, "W-what? H-how did you even know that?"

She smiles, "I accidentally pulled up your record the other day and saw all the tests you had done, I didn't look at the results though. I didn't want to overstep too much."

I blush and play with the dish towel I'm holding before leaning on the counter, "I wasn't sure I could have kids, that's why I had all the tests done. Scott's wanted kids ever since we started dating but infertility runs in my family and I wasn't sure if I could even get pregnant. I told him before we got married and he said he didn't care and that we could adopt but I could see how much he wanted one of his own."

Melissa frowns and dries her hands before laying one on my shoulder, "Oh, Sweetheart, what did the doctors say?" I feel a small smile tug on my lips, "They told me I'm perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with conceiving. That's, uh, that's actually his birthday gift from me."

Her eyes widen before she squeals quietly, "I'm so excited! I've been wondering when to expect a grandchild but I didn't say anything since it wasn't really my place." I chuckle as I lean into her, "Well, I have a feeling you won't have to wait much longer."

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When the door closes and everyone has left I turn to Scott with a smile, "So, how was your birthday?"

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest, "Well, Stiles and Isaac becoming friends is by far the best birthday gift ever."

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and play with the baby hairs on his neck, "You haven't gotten your gift from me yet, lover boy."

He smirks and hums, "Does this have anything to do with why you sent Isaac home with Stiles and Lyds?"

I blush suddenly feeling nervous before clearing my throat, "Well, that's part of it."

He raises an eyebrow while smirking, "And what's the other part."

I suck in a breath as butterflies dance in my stomach, "I went to the doctor and I had some tests done, just to be sure." His hands tighten on my waist and I can see the confusion and concern on his face, "Are you okay?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, I just, I think its time we throw out the condoms."

His eyes widen before his smile does but when he processes what I said he's cupping my face, "You can get pregnant? They said that?"

I nod wrapping a hand around each of his wrists, not to pull him away but just to feel him, "Yeah, they said my chances of getting pregnant are high, and I'm actually ovulating today sooo..."

I'm cut off by a kiss and when he pulls away he laughs, "I lied, this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!"

I smirk, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get to the fun part."

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"Oh god, Scott!"

At the moan of his name he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. I whimper and grab his hair pulling him closer, "S-so close."

Right as I'm about to drown in ecstasy he pulls away. I whine and try to pull him back to where I want him but he ignores me and makes his way up so he is directly above me.

He leans down and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I feel him shift ever so slightly above me before my eyes are rolling back as he enters me in one go. The groan he lets out is the most beautiful sounds I've heard, up until he rasps, "Fuck, Baby, I forgot how good you feel without a condom."

I thrust my hips up and arch into him as he moves getting faster with each thrust. I mewl as he leaves kisses up and down my neck, "Faster."

He growls lowly against my neck before moving faster than humanly possible and it has me screaming his name. "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"

On a particularly hard thrust I whine out his name as my nails rake down his back, no doubt leaving quickly healing scratches. The one thing I complain about when it comes to his werewolf powers is that I can never mark him like he does me. When I told him he just shrugged, chuckled, and then told me that in a few months he'd have a ring on his finger that would get the message out loud and clear that he was taken.

When he figured out I was genuinely sad about it he surprised me by getting my name tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. That was my best birthday gift I ever got.

I'm brought back to the moment when Scott mutters, "So close, you want a baby, I'll make sure you get it." I moan as he circles my clit urging me towards my high.

I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cum with a shout of his name and within seconds he's falling over the edge and spilling inside me.

When he collapses beside me he brushes hair off of his forehead before asking, "You think it'll take?"

I smile and shrug, "I don't know, but the doctor told me that if we really want to get pregnant we should have sex at least once a day."

He growls and rolls us over before smirking, "Oh, don't you worry, that won't be a problem. Any chance we get, I'm fucking you until you can't see straight."

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It's been about a month since Scott's birthday party and true to his word, if we had even five minutes alone he was filling me with his cum. Even with all the trying I haven't shown any signs of being pregnant, no nausea, no weird food cravings, no extra tiredness, not a single sign.

Every day that passes I get a little more disheartened and wonder if the doctors got it wrong, if I really couldn't have kids. I never brought up my worries to Scott because he was convinced it would happen soon, and I didn't have the heart to discourage him.

I'm currently home alone standing in the kitchen when the front door opens and Lydia comes swooping in, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I smile and look at her, "Hey, Lyds, what's up?"

She slumps onto a barstool at the island before groaning, "Nothing, just the usual, period cramps and mood swings. Poor Stiles thought I was going to break up with him last night because I was so bitchy."

I snort, "That'd break his poor little heart, especially since he's got that engagement ring still stashed in his sock draw."

She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, he moved it. I don't know where to but I think he has a suspicion that I found it. I'm just proud of myself for not looking at it."

I laugh as I slather mayonnaise on a piece of bread when Lydia grimaces, "Geez, is your period coming? Last I checked you only used a little bit mayonnaise, not a whole jar."

I roll my eyes before I falter a little bit, she's right about the mayonnaise and when I think about it, my period should have came last week, but it didn't. I feel my heart flutter at the thought before blocking it out and turning to Lydia, "I dunno, maybe."

She nods before getting up and rummaging through the cabinets, "Oh my god, really Y/N/N?" I turn to look at her and see her holding up a bag of dill pickle chips, "These things are an abomination."

I groan and roll my eyes, "No they aren't, besides, I like them. They have just the right amount of vinegar."

Lydia narrows her eyes and looks me up and down before humming. I furrow my eyebrows before it hits me, I don't like vinegar, in fact I despise it. I can't help but think that this is it, these are the signs I've been looking for and I completely overlooked them.

Lydia grabs a granola bar before turning to me, "Anyways, I came over to see if I could borrow that book we found the other week in that weird witch's hut."

I nod and hum, "Yeah, sure, it's in Scott's office on the second row of his bookshelf on the right side of the door when you walk into the room. I think it's the fourth book in." She stares at me in amazement, "Sometimes I forget how good of a memory you have."

She's there for about another thirty minutes before she heads back down the street towards her and Stiles' house. As soon as she's out the door I run up the stairs taking two at a time until I burst into Scott and I's bathroom.

I rummage through the cabinet until I reach the pregnancy test that was laying, buried, in the back. I look at the box as I take a deep breath reminding myself that there is still a very strong possibility that it'll be negative.

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I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the timer to go off. The house is completely silent except for the sound of my foot tapping on the tile and my quiet pleas, "Please, please, please, be positive. Please be positive."

When the timer goes off I turn it off before bracing myself that there's still a chance that it's negative. Even though I was so impatient for the timer to go off I stand in the bathroom staring at the test for another two minutes before I finally get up the nerve to look at it.

I take one last deep breath before grabbing the test and flipping it over and I can't help the excited scream I let out when I read the words on the small screen, Pregnant, with a little 3+ under it.

I sit on the edge of the tub in surprise, I can't believe it, all this time I was stressing about whether I could get pregnant or not, I was, pregnant.

Wait, if I'm pregnant, why hasn't Scott heard the heartbeat? I grab my phone and breath a sigh of relief when the great powers of Google say that a babies heartbeat usually isn't heard until 5 1/2 weeks, which means I more than likely got pregnant on his birthday or right after.

Oh my god, Scott! I have to tell Scott!

I run down the stairs grabbing my keys before stopping and thinking this through, okay, its 11:30 Scott's lunch break is at 12:30 and he always comes home even though I've usually already eaten. He has to be back at Deaton's at 1:30 which means he'll have time to process the news before he goes back to work.

I hang my keys back up before making my way to the couch and turning on the tv, okay, I only have to wait an hour, it's not that long.

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This has been the longest hour of my life.

By the time 12:30 rolls around I've paced through the whole house about fifty times and when the front door clicks shut and I hear Scott yell for me I can't help it, I shriek.

Before Scott has a chance to brace himself I've tackled him in a hug. He holds onto me as he chuckles, "Well, someone's glad to see me."

I mumble into his shirt but he pulls me away with confusion and amusement on his face, "What?"

I chuckle as my cheeks hurt from how wide my smile is before I repeat myself, "I said, I'm pregnant."

His mouth drops and he stutters, "Wha-what?"

I run into the living room grabbing the test off the coffee table before running back to him and handing it to him. He looks at it and his eyes widen even more, "Three weeks? My birthday..."

I nod and chuckle, "Yeah, your birthday."

The surprise leaves his face and before I know it I've been swept into his arms as he laughs, "You're pregnant! We're having a baby!"

I chuckle and agree with him before he shouts, "Best birthday gift ever!"

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chloe-skywalker · 9 months

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Bad Brother - Scott Mccall

Scott x fem!reader sister

Warnings: none

Word count: 582

Requested:TW imagine the reader is Scott sister and you always have your drawing book sketch book and the pack take a look at it and Scott sees ur depressing art work and forbidden love work and realises he hasn't been he best brother ever. @cokecola4211

Authors Note: Thanks for liking the Mal one so much that you requested this again but with Teen Wolf

Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist

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“Shoot! Y/n/n were gonna be late! Come on.” Maila shouted after seeing the time on Stiles' watch. She jumped up grabbing her bag and y/n’s wrist, pulling her along with her to the class they were gonna be late for.

“Wait-” Stiles called after them but they were already to far away to hear him. “Maila’s sure in a rush. Y/n forgot her sketchbook.”

“Shit. She’s gonna freak. I’ll make sure she gets it.” Scott picks it up. He could tell that a lot of the pages had been used up just by looking at the sides. Throughout the day he hadn’t been able to find his sister to give it back to her, but his will also broke when he couldn’t take it anymore and peaked. But what he found made him keep looking and the more he looked the more concerned he got. The more he realized he hadn't been a good brother.

Later that day after school once Y/n came home she entered their home and sat down in the kitchen where her mom was getting ready to leave for work.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” Melissa asked upon looking at her daughter and seeing her mood.

“I lost my sketch book at school.” Y/n whined as she rested her head on her folded arms. Not at all happy that anyone could just look in it.

“I’m sure you’ll find it at school tomorrow. Go to the Office tomorrow and see if they found it. “ Melissa suggested hoping that it would help. Y/n was very attached to it so she was sure her daughter was very stressed.

“Yeah.” Y/n grunted that's all she could do.

“I’ll see you and your brother tomorrow.” she told her as she walked over kissing Y/n on the head before leaving to start her long night shift.

“Bye mom.” Y/n could out as her mom shut the door.

With that Y/n decided to grab a snack and headed up stairs to her room. She was alone in there for a while doing homework before Scott came knocking on her bedroom door leaning against the door jam.

“Hey.” he said once, getting her attention. “Found this today. You left it at lunch.”

Y/n looked up and noticed he was holding her missing sketch book. “Thanks. I was worried someone took it.” She replied as she entered her room and handed it to her.

There was a moment of silence before Scott spoke. Trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. “Y/n.”

“Hmmm” Y/n hummed not looking up at him.

“I know we’ve been busy the last couple years with all the supernatural stuff-”

“You looked in it didn’t you.” Y/n cut him off, holding her sketchbook tightly to her chest.

“Yeah.” Scott nodded, admitting shamefully. “Y/n, you can talk to me. About anything and everything, at any time. You know that right?”

Y/n shrugged. “We’ve just been so busy and you’ve been dealing with Alpha stuff-”

Scott shook her head as he moved to sit on Y/n’s bed next to her. “I’ve been a terrible brother and I’m sorry. Can we promise we’ll talk more when somethings bothering us?”

Y/n smiled, it was weak but it was enough to encourage Scott. So he pulled her into him, hugging her. Something they hadn’t done in a long time it seemed.

“Yeah, I think I can do that.”

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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Sharing a Bed For The First Time

Derek :

He would be a gentleman, letting you choose which side of the bed you want. Ask you if you’re too cold or warm, and grabbing an extra blanket for you. He would let you make the first move as to cuddling. If you didn’t make any moves he would subtly throw an arm over you not making any sort of eye contact. But have a sense of satisfaction when you accept his gesture. Too scared to move for the rest of the night when he sees you sleeping.

Stiles :

He would totally over prepare everything, spend at least an hour putting together a flat screen TV and preparing a dozen different snacks in case you didn’t like some. Spraying a random good smelling spray over his bed for the heck of it. Once you guys were actually laying down be prepared for him flailing around in 50 different positions until he eventually gives up and falls asleep. Totally brags to Scott the next day.

Scott:

Would have snuck you in/invite you if his mom took a night shift at the hospital. He would be so sweet, always making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. Probably order some food and eat it in bed. Would be down for any cuddle position even if his arm falls asleep. He would let you fall asleep first so he could watch how peaceful and beautiful you were while sleeping.

Isaac:

He would undoubtedly be awkward, yet very flirty. Totally take his shirt off and offer it to you. It would be the one of the only times he doesn’t mind not having space. He would use the time between you to have genuine conversations and enjoy the intimate feeling, since it was rare for him to be able to be himself and have someone want to be around him. He would already be planning the next sleepover in his head while you guys fall asleep.

Liam:

Beforehand, he would second guess everything. Wash his sheets and have everything cleaned up and perfect. Make sure he had plenty of pillows and things to keep you guys busy. And would probably have a panic attack over the phone with Mason on what else he should do. He’d spend 30 mins in the shower and make sure he looked good and smelled good too. Once you were actually there he’d calm down a lot and just laugh awkwardly every time his phone chimed, undoubtedly Mason blowing up his phone with questions. He would teach you some of his favorite video games if he thought that you’d be interested. But once you guys were in bed he’d be such a teddy bear and not keep his limbs to himself.

Brett:

He would just have to point out your racing heart and nervousness, just to mess with you even more. Smug asshole lmao. No but he’d be really sweet and let you find your comfort zone on your own. He would try and tease you, using his wolf senses to see how to really mess with you and get your heart racing. So you would either have to build a pillow wall against this giant wolf or get ready to fight back with his playfulness. Probably end up being a long night.

Jordan:

He would make it 100% platonic and not try anything. However, would find a way to make it happen again, and again, and again. Offering you rides, dinner, really a sweet guy. He’d give you your bed space and offer you water or snacks on your nightstand. Let you pick what you want to watch on TV. Much laughter and grinning when you put on a cop series/criminal series and hear him swap war stories and similar situations.

Theo:

*gif* so cocky and smug. Low key trying to get in your pants the entire time. Very charming and polite though. Would literally stare at you like prey. After he gets control of himself he would start to be more genuine and relaxed. Most likely just stare at you the entire night while you slept, too scared to go to sleep and wake up with you gone.

Aiden:

Aiden is more light hearted and joking about it. He creates a comforting aura and environment. Jokes about him actually being Ethan. He would one by one take his clothes off and throw it at you, while smiling and just soaking up your shyness. Offers to go sneak out and do something at like 3am.

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favouritehell · 4 months

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Masterlist

Minors DNI

✮ indicates smut

Harry Potter

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Barty Crouch Jr

Golden Trio Era

Mattheo Riddle

Blaise Zabini

Theo Nott

Lorenzo Berkshire

Teen Wolf

Stiles Silinski

Scott McCall

Isaac Lahey

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

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houseofperfecttaste · 1 year

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I Thought I Was Protecting You

"Despite your best efforts to keep it a secret, I know about Y/N. Would be such a shame if something happened to her." An evil smirk was sent the alphas way before Deucalion disappeared.

"Scotty! Ready to go out?!" You danced into his room wearing jeans and a plain crop top ready to go to Lydias' party. "What if we stay in tonight?" Scott suggested anxious about Deucalion. "Again? This is the third weekend in a row you've wanted to stay in." You pouted sitting on his bed. "I just don't have a good feeling about tonight." "That's what you said all those other nights." You crossed your arms and Scott knew he couldn't keep you in the house forever.

"Just stay next to me okay?" He wrapped his arms around your head, your head resting on his abdomen. "Okay, baby." You kissed his abs through his shirt smiling up at him as you pushed him into his closet to pick out something to wear. Once he was dressed he lead you out to his car driving both of you to Lydia's party. Once you arrived Scott kept a protective arm around your waist making sure nothing happened to you. You didn't know about the supernatural and Scott wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

You guys danced for an hour before you were getting parched. "I'm going to go grab a drink baby." You yelled over the music letting go of Scotts' hand and he grabbed it again taking a step forward to go with you. "Scott I'll be okay alone. It's right over there. Go talk with Stiles he's been trying to hang out with you all night." He looked nervous to let you go and you gave him a short sweet kiss before walking into the house. Scott watched you walk into the house and then started looking around the party.

He felt eyes on him and he looked up to see Deucalion standing on the roof his heart dropping his eyes immediately searching for you inside the house. He looked back to the roof Deucalion no longer there and Scott ran inside the house looking for you. "Y/N! Y/N?! Y/N!" He shouted searching the house his breathing becoming heavier. "Y/N!" He exclaimed happily finding you talking to one of your classmates. "Sorry to interrupt but we gotta go." Scott grabbed your hand leading you out of the house to his car.

"What the hell Scott?! I was in the middle of a conversation!" You crossed your arms angrily watching him sigh and start driving back to his house. "I'm sorry baby we just had to go." Scott's fingers strummed against the steering wheel knowing you were gonna ask more questions. "Why? Because you were getting bored and didn't wanna be there anymore?" You rolled your eyes thinking he made you leave for his own selfish reasons.

"No, I have my reasons." You huffed slouching in your seat and looking out the window. Once you arrived you went up to Scotts' room grabbing your keys planning on leaving. "Sleepover, please." He sounded like he was begging so you dropped your keys on his desk turning to face him. "What's going on Scott? You've been acting weird since you got back from camping with Stiles." You wrapped your arms around his neck wanting him to be open with you and tell you if something was bothering him.

"Nothing is going on." He denied and you sighed playing with his hair. "You've been helicoptering me ever since, you never want to go out anymore, you're looking over your shoulder every time we do go out, do you want me to continue?" "Look it doesn't make sense now but I promise one day it will, just trust me please." You decided not to ask any more questions just wanting a peaceful night with your boyfriend.

"I trust you, Scott. Wanna join me in the shower?" You smiled and he eagerly nodded picking you up and taking you to his bathroom turning on the water. He turned to you kissing you softly before getting on his knees unbuttoning your jeans kissing up your legs and thighs. He stood up grabbing the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra. "I love you." "I love you more." You pulled his shirt over his head while he took his pants off.

You both washed each other and held one another, the shower being the most non-sexual intimate moment you guys have had in a while. When you guys got out Scott dried you off kissing every part of your body savoring you like he was going to lose you. "Let's go cuddle." You dried him off before heading back into the bedroom and he put on a pair of boxers while you stayed naked and got underneath the blankets. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his body while you nuzzled into his chest.

"Goodnight my beautiful girl, I love you."

"Goodnight my handsome boy. I love you more." You squeezed him tight before closing your eyes letting sleep engulf you not knowing Scott kept himself awake for as long as possible to make sure you were safe. He looked down at your peaceful state knowing he would do anything in the world to protect you. He would die for you and he knew he might have to.

You woke up the next morning alone in bed and you rubbed your eyes sitting up and getting out of bed to put on one of his sweatshirts and boxers. Your head snapped up when hearing glass break downstairs. You opened the door not hearing anything more but decided to go down to make sure Scott was okay. You were halfway down the stairs when you saw Scott being held up against the wall by some sort of monster thing.

Your heart started racing not believing what you were seeing. "Run," Scott yelled looking at you and the monster turned to look at you dropping Scott and approaching you. You backed up towards the door reaching for the doorknob before Scott intervened fighting the thing. You froze with your hand on the doorknob watching the interaction your jaw dropping when seeing it stab Scott with its claws. "Scott!" You wailed tears streaming down your face as the creature picked Scotts' body up throwing him into the wall opposite of the room.

You swung open the door running as fast as you could down the street not looking behind you. "Get in." A man said cutting you off with his car rolling the window down. "Who the fuck are you?" You asked through tears your chest heaving. "A friend of Scott's. Now get in." You sighed looking behind you at Scotts' house before hopping into the stranger's car. You looked over at him and he had jet black hair a leather jacket on a scowl on his face and he intimated you. You cried quietly looking out the window thinking how you'll never see Scott again and if this stranger had something to do with it.

He pulled up to Scott's work and you've never been more confused. Why in the actual hell were you at the vet when Scott was at home dying. He opened the door leading you to the back room not saying a word so you decided you weren't going to either. You heard the door open and your body stiffened thinking you were next but Stiles, Lydia, and Isaac walked into the room looking at the stranger behind me.

"Guys, what the fuck is happening? Scotts at home he got attacked by some creature and he's there dying, he got stabbed with the thing's claws!" You explained freaking out and they all looked relatively calm. "Y/N he's okay-" Lydia started and your eyes widened laughing in disbelief. "No, he's not he's at his house bleeding out he-," You got distracted when you peered out the window to see Scott walking up the driveway looking good as new. You were extremely fucking confused but were more than thrilled to see your boyfriend alive.

You ran out the door the third wave of tears starting as you ran towards him throwing yourself onto him and clinging to him. "I thought I lost you. I saw you-you were bleeding-you got stabbed with its claws-what was that thing." You rambled on not knowing where to start having so many questions. He grabbed your face in his hands making you look at him tears streaming down his face. He never meant for danger to get that close to you, he knew you were traumatized now, thinking he died and witnessing it. "You're never going to lose me. I'm so sorry baby . Follow me inside and I'll explain."

Over an hour later Scott was done explaining and you sat there in disbelief not even knowing what to think. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. He can heal, if gets stabbed he heals, shot, he heals, anything he heals. And your friends helped him fight supernatural creatures. And you somehow became Deucalions' target. He gave everyone a look to get out of the room and they all left going outside. "I understand it's a lot. I didn't plan on telling you this soon but I can't really come up with an excuse for what you saw this morning." You didn't answer but you put your head in your hands staring at the ground.

"Y/N you're not safe around me." He breathed out sighing knowing what he has to do to keep you safe. You looked up at him fearing his next words. "I-I think we should break up. I have to keep you safe. I love you." He held your face in his hands' tears dropping from his eyes. "Please don't do this Scott." You stood up crying not wanting to lose him twice in a day. "I love you so much which is why I have to do this." You frowned placing your hands on his chest trailing them up to the sides of his neck.

He closed his eyes letting himself sink into the feeling of your touch one last time. "I love you so much too." You whispered kissing his jaw and then his lips. You pulled away after a few minutes looking into his eyes before leaving the building. Scott ran his hands through his hair looking back up when hearing the door open. "I need a ride home." You whispered not looking at him forgetting that his friend drove you here.

You followed him to his car him opening the door for you. You guys drove in silence both of you trying not to cry. He parked in front of your house and you looked over at him kissing his cheek. "I love you, Scott McCall. Stay safe." You said getting out of his car and heading into your house.

------------2 Weeks Later----------

Your parents went to work so you decided to shower and binge-watch your favorite show. You were a mess due to the breakup, you saw him every day at school making it harder to get over him. Not like you wanted to but you had to. You locked all the doors and windows jumping into the shower staying in there for about thirty minutes having nothing else better to do. You put your clothes on leaving the bathroom and going down into the kitchen to make yourself dinner not seeing the open window.

You heard a shatter come from the living room and went to check it out thinking it was just your cat. You looked into the living room seeing a vase broken on the ground your cat was nowhere in sight and you sighed turning around and being face to face with the werewolf who attacked Scott. You let out a scream before he grabbed you throwing you into a wall and stomping towards you as you scrambled to your feet running up the stairs.

You threw anything you could at him being the most scared you've ever been in your life. He made it up the stairs and you ran into your room closing the door locking it and barricading it. You crawled under your bed sobbing and flinching when hearing him bust your door down. You were dragged out from under your bed your screams resuming and he dragged you to the stairs throwing you down them. Your vision was blurry but you were able to see him walking slowly down the stairs.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket knowing you had to call Scott. You hurriedly clicked on his contact him picking up after three rings. "Y/N?" "He's coming, Scott, he's coming." You cried harder when hearing the roar Deucalion let out. He picked you up throwing you all over the house his claws leaving a gash across your chest. You were still on call with Scott and his jaw clenched when hearing your blood-curdling screams over the phone knowing it was all his fault. You were bleeding out, vision becoming black but not before seeing Scott bust through your door in full transformation fighting Deucalion.

You passed out in the middle of it, Scott fought off Deucalion picking up your body using his super speed to run to the hospital calling for his mom. The nurses took you out of his arms bringing you into the operating room leaving Scott in the waiting room pacing back and forth losing his mind. The rest of the pact rushed out of the elevator going over to Scott. "Is she okay?" Lydia asked and Scott stopped pacing looking at the pact. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault." He repeated collapsing on the floor tears falling from his eyes. The pact consoled him until the nurses came out saying they could see you.

"You should go in first. Alone." Stiles said and Scott nodded heading to your room and knocking on the door before heading in. You sent him a small smile moving over signaling you wanted him to sit on the bed with you. He bit his lip trying not to cry knowing it was all his fault. "I thought I was protecting you by breaking up with you. I only put you in more danger." He whispered grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it. "But you were there to save me." You sat up carefully grabbing both of his hands. "You almost died because of me." "But I didn't."

"Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. ""Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. "You were never supposed to get involved. I'm so sorry." He frowned looking at the stitches on your face the bruises and cuts all over your body and he knew underneath the hospital robe there were gashes across your torso.

He kept rambling about how it was his fault and how sorry he was even though you kept telling him to stop blaming himself. You grabbed his cheeks pressing your lips to his cutting him off. "Listen to me Scott. This isn't your fault at all. You did what you thought was best for me, I don't blame you so don't blame yourself." You looked into his eyes and he nodded and you wiped away his tears pulling him into a hug.

"Will you be my girlfriend again?" He asked into your neck making you smile. "Of course I will be."

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gayandfairycore · 2 years

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movie night

scott x stiles x reader smut

Summary: having a movie night with your childhood friends of whom you have harbored feelings for could only ever end up the same way. them absoloutely worshipping you.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it) breeding kink (kinda), p in v, fingering, friends to lovers.

A/n this isn’t proofread and it’s the first thing I’ve written in months, this is also the first time I’m writing for teen wolf! This doesn’t really have a set time in the series of where it’d be, probably around like? Season 2? Idk

the warmth of the mcall house had been a breath of fresh air to the three friends, as they all had came crashing through the door stilies rambling on about anything and everything as you three had planted yourselves onto the grey couch.

leaning forward to grab the remote and flick on the tv, both scott, and stiles had begun to argue abut what movie you were going to watch. stilies’ answer was of course star wars, for quote on quote “obvious reasons” whilst scott had wanted to watch edward scisorhands.

chuckling at your childhood friends behaviour you had decided to press play on twilight, a wicked grin had spread across your face as the expressions on both your friends had dropped immediately.

stiles had locked eyes on the remote, before making eye contact with yours. an exasperated “oh shit” had left your mouth before stilies’ lanky body had begun to topple over scotts kneeing him in the crotch by accident.

“sorry dude!” stiles exclaimed snickering lightly

“dude!” shouted scott lifting his hands in the air, before pushing stiles onto the ground in exasperation.

“scott! what the hell” stiles muttered laying beow his best friend, attempting to stand up again the faded grey fabric of his shirt had rode up, showing his pale v line.

you halted your movements you had always had a slight thing for your best friend but you had always felt rejected because of his thing for lydia. scott had ofc purse reassured you that stiles does feels the same.

the warm smile on his face when he had reassured you had sent butterflies into your stomach. in retrospect it had seemingly been ovbious from the start, you hhad a thing for them both.

from how nervous youd get lying on them, to how jealous youd feel if one had gotten a date, with a pretty girl like allison.

you never thought that either had felt the same about you until you were lying underneath them, chuckles ecaping from them as they highfived with eachother. the remote lying discarded.

a shiver had seethed up your spine, as heat rushed to your face at the realisation, standing up rather quickly, your face pale and eyes blown wideat the relvelatio you had quickly exclaimed

“i need to pee!” before scampering off to the bathroom, both boys had looked to eachother concerned glances shooting towards the bathroom as the sound of the sink running had muffled any indication of whatever was appening with you.

“is she okay dude?” stiles pondered, eyebrows screwn together. his eyes looking at scott expecdantly.

“ehy are you asking me?” scott spoke, a clueless expression on his face, stiles had rolled his eyes at his best friend. pinching the bridge of hi nose before back handing scott and exclaiming

“dude! warewolf, remember? listen in.”

“ew, dude! no, what if ses actually peeing?” scott whispered into stiles’ ear raising his eyebrows.

“dude. really? shes not. just listen.”

“alright! fine fine” scott muttered before shaking his head and straining his ear to hear you in the bathroom.

the cool white tiles of scott mcalls bathroom hadfelt very different now you were sitting on the porcelain seat sobbing over the fact that youre going to ruin not one but two lifelong friendships.

and you knew you couldnt keep it a secret much longer. as soon as you walk out of this bathroom you promised yourself youd come clean.

“cmon y/n pull yourself together and get back out there.” you spoke wiping your stray tears away with your hands and splashing water on your face

with every tug of a new emotion on scotts face stiles had been bounching on his heels and leaning in, intently, they had been standing directly outside of the bathroom door for as long as youd been in there.

“so, whats she doing?” stiles whispered

“id tell you if you stopped talking.”

“fine” stiles muttered dijectively

“She’s…upset. At herself.” Scott mutters eyebrows pulling together in concern as he strains his ears past the sputtering of a sink.

Your sobs faintly fill his ears as his mouth falls into a frown, stiles had been intently watching his best friend chewing on his already taught nails.

“She’s crying.” Scott recalls turning to stiles in awkward concern,

“She’s worried that we don’t love her like she loves us…” Scott mutters looking up towards his best friend, concern and a sense of desire pools in his chocolate brown eyes.

“what should we do?” Stiles asks, a familiar feeling begins to brew in both the boys, as they move themselves back to the couch.

“We need to remind her how much we love her” Scott instigates, whispering something into stiles’ ears as a warm blush flourishes on his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opens and out steps you, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater you clear your throat and sit leisurely on the arm of the couch.

the guily faces of your bestfriends had looked at you with pity as you wiped your eyes again with the palm of your hands.

“how much of that did you hear?” you questioned not sparing them a glance.

with a whip of their heads in your direction stiles’ eyes had immediatley blown wide astounded with the fact you had accused him of ears dropping opening his mouth to protest he spoke

“how much of that did we hear? none- nope! nadaaaa” he spoke dragging out the a and bouncing on the balls of his feet “and quite frankly im offended youd even think that!”

the only thing to cut off his ramblings was your sharp glare you sent his way suceeding in shtting the loveable spaz up.

“all of it. we-we heard all of it.” scott but in embarrassment creeping up his neck as he scratched the back of his tanned neck.

only when you turned your attention to their statures did you realise how embarressed and bashful both boys were did you finally make up the courage to say “well what are you gonna do about it then..”

at your suggestion both boys had turned their attention to eachother as if communicating telepathically they spoke at the same time with a quiet and simple but still impactful

“This.”

as they approched your smirking figure scott had taken his place behing your body before delicately moving your h/l h/c hair. placing feather light kisses on the skin of your neck, nipping and pulling, and sucking on the soft flesh, pulling soft moans from your mouth.

a dark look had presented itself in stiles’ eyes as moans slipped from you, the lanky boy had cupped your jaw with is big hands tilting your plump lips delicately to his own he begun to move his lips feverishly.

slipping his wet toungue through the devide of your mouth fighting for dominance with the pale boy, only for a harsh bite on the dip of your neck to destract you from what you were doing with stiles, when the soothing feeling of scotts cool toungue ran itself over the previously mentioned affliction.

getting up from the leg of the couch you had begun to shred yourself of your baggy starwars tshirt thst had definetly belonged to stiles to reveal a dark red lace bra cupping your chest delicately.

boy were you glad you chose this bra, by the beguiled look that adorned stiles’ face at the sight of your bra had a blush lingering on your cheeks as the dent in the boys’ pants had grown a lot bigger as they had thrown their shirts off in desperation, stiles lanky limbs flailing everywhere

scott had also shed his jeans and boxers with ease leaving both you and stiles the only ones with shorts on and gaping at his length you had known he was big from kira, and allison, but seeing his length in person was beguiling.

the sound of stiles’ belt buckle struggling to come undone had filled the room, a forgotten movie playing in the background, as you had brought yourself over to stand infront of tiles, before lowering your hand to his bucke and undoing it with ease before placing a kiss on his lips

as the black haired alpha had come up behind you pacing a kiss on your shoulders before fiddling with the clasp of your bra and pulling it down your shoulders gently.

before dropping it all together, as stiles moves his hand to cup your boobs gently, squeezing lightly, and rolling your nipple in his gargantuan hands with light pressure before kissing the top of your right boob, and moving lower, and lower, placing wet kissing on every inch of your skin he coukd reach rolling your head back with pleasure. arousal swimming in your lower stomach, as wetness begins to pool in your panties, meanwhile scotts calloused hands wrap around your throat tightly as he squeezes.

cutting off your moans, as stiles latches his mouth onto your erect nipple sucking with force moans threaten to spill from your mouth only when they do does scott tut tut tut you placing a kiss on your lips and squeezing your thrpat and whispering in your ear

“if you continue to be this loud youre gonna get us caught, and we dont want that do we sweetness.” before biting and tugging your ear lobe gently.

stiles had been sucking dark red marks on your boobs and running his tongue over them lightly.

“stiles switch cmon” scott says as he detaches his lips from your neck moving himself infront of you, pulling your sweatpants down legs as they pool at your feet.

your laced panties slick to your pussy soaked with your juices as scott slinks his hand into your panties running his hand up your slit with his middle finger, he inserts a finger into your pussy, as he slowly begins to pump leisurely,

stiles had shed himself of his boxers whilst scott had begun fingering you, stiles had planted himself in scotts previous position, running his hands over your body with need, as he places sloppy kisses on your shoulders

“god you are gorgeous, you are like the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” he cries slapping the band of your panties as scotts fingers are still pumping into you, the familliar feeling begins to bubble in your stomach

almost boiling over when stiles runs his hands over your breasts, and squeezing on your neck enough to stifle your moans, and halt your breathing for a moment, only subsiding when scott halts his movements pulling his hand out of you, licking your juices off of his fingers and shoving a finger in stiles’ mouth

only for the lanky boy to suck off your juices his eyes rolling to the back of his head, scott had moved his position around enough to place a kiss on stiles’ lips before ushering you both to the matress that laid on the floor of the lounge room.

Your back pressing gently onto Scott’s sheets the smell of him fills your nose as you lay there stiles plants himself over you a wild smile dances across his pale mole dotted face as he slowly began to insert himself into you.

Feeling your walls stretch with his length he stays still for a moment brown eyes scanning your face in concerned filled anticipation.

Before slowly beginning to rock himself back and forth, soft moans escape from your lips as he moves inside of you groans escape from him as a proud smile covers his face.

Stiles leans down placing a delicate kiss on your lips, the sounds of Scott viciously masterbating the sound of skin slapping from stiles’ thrusts sweat begins to build on you both as you reach over for Scott pulling him into a kiss and taking his cock into your hands as you continue to pump his member as stiles hits that spot sending a wave of pleasure over you.

As you moan into your kiss with Scott, the building feeling of your quickly approaching orgasm begins to grow as stiles begins to squeeze your breasts sending you over the edge as Scott detached from your lips coming up for air.

And watching as your face morphs with pleasure, moans coming from both you and stiles, as he finally releases, his cum filling you. As he stays inside of you, your belly bulging with his seed, as he slowly pulls out rolling beside you and Scott.

Laying on Scott’s tan chest as stiles cuddles up beside you covering you all with a sheet before darkness begins to overtake you you mutter softly

“I love you boys” stiles could’ve missed it if he wasn’t practically oogiling you and your beauty both Scott and stiles had turned their attention to eachother.

A smile taking over Scott’s face before he mutters

“I could get use to this”

#stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader smut #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #scottstiles #scott mccall #Scott McCall x reader #Scott McCall x reader smut #Dylan O’Brien #Dylan O’Brien x reader

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perseephoneee · 4 months

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rosy cheeks and scott mccall please. for ficmas

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 7 of ficmas!

a/n: AGHHH i'm sorry for the delay and because of that delay i feel like this is very lame :(( i'm very sorry to the people of the universe. i will now bury myself in a hole and cry.

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Located about an hour south of Mt. Shasta is your sleepy town of Beacon Hills, California. Beacon Hills was most known for the burgers on 9th Street, Christmas tree lights downtown, and the werewolf population. It was also a place that tended not to get very cold, just slightly chilly. It didn’t stop the residents from wishing they could enjoy the type of winter seen on their TV screens, with big fluffy snowflakes and subzero temperatures. So when it was announced that the lacrosse tournament would be held near Mt. Shasta with a surprise trip up the mountain for all winter activities, almost all the students signed up.

You had signed up for the trip and the rest of your pack before you started avoiding Scott. Everyone in the pack could notice your tension, but no one said anything. Since Thanksgiving break, when you had almost kissed at Lydia’s party. You were interrupted by the usual werewolf drama. Now, there was something unspoken between you guys, and instead of addressing it (like adults), you have resorted to ignoring the problem until it eventually blows up in your faces.

Currently, you were standing with a duffel bag outside the bus waiting to load on. Climbing the stairs, you averted your eyes as you noticed Scott perk up at your entrance. The last thing you wanted to do was spend an hour on a bus with the guy you had an unestablished thing with. Quickly, you sat down next to Malia, who jumped at your sudden movement.

“What’s up with you?” Malia asked, pulling out her earbuds. You shoved your bag under the seat and curled up into yourself, ignoring the question. “Hello?”

“Just sitting next to a friend,” you smiled. Unfurling, you grabbed your book out of your bag. Malia was still looking at you.

“Is it because of Scott?” Malia inquired. You choked at the question. Malia rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows, I’m just the first to say anything.”

“Not surprising,” you mumbled, earning a jab from Malia’s elbow. “But yes, it might be about Scott.” Malia seemed to think about your answer, a pensive expression on her face.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” Malia waited for your answer, but you couldn’t give one. Not when you were too cowardly to admit anything. So, instead, she just offered you one of her earbuds, and you graciously accepted it, listening to music for the rest of the ride. The drive to the mountain wasn’t too bad, and you spent most of it asleep with your head on Malia’s shoulder. She was aloof but recently had become a good friend to you. You recognized her struggle in adjusting to real life again, and she appreciated that she never felt the need to justify things to you. It’s how you knew she would be blunt about Scott but never pressured you too much.

The lacrosse tournament happened at the beginning of the trip, so that whatever the outcome, the team could either celebrate or destress depending on the outcome. Coach Finstock wasn’t excited to deal with a bunch of teenagers for four days, but there were at least other teacher chaperones to help him. This was great for the students and Coach– neither had to deal exclusively with the other. You and Malia went to the closest cafe to get refreshments before the game. Malia had been on the journey of discovering if she liked coffee or tea, and so far, she hated all of it. She opted to get a Diet Coke while you treated yourself to a white mocha to stay awake for the game and the rest of the trip. When you finally left the cafe, you were happy that Lydia had saved you some seats. She refused ever to have a wrong view and scared off multiple sophomores. Lydia took a glance at Malia’s drink.

“Gave up on tea and coffee?”

“Why does it taste so bitter?” Malia grumbled, earning a smile from you and the redhead beside you. You saw Scott run onto the field, throwing on his helmet as he did so. Your eyes were glued to him, and you felt yourself wringing your hands anxiously as the game started. Fun fact: you had no clue how lacrosse worked, but based on the chants from the stands, you could surmise when things were going well. Scott appeared to score a goal, and you found yourself shooting up and hollering just as loudly as the rest of the Beacon Hills kids. Malia gave you a pointed look, which you happily ignored. Forgetting for a second that Scott had super-hearing, he turned to look up at you in the stands, and you felt your breath catch as he sent you a smile. Great, so he could hear you being a lunatic. He didn’t look at you for the rest of the game, but Beacon Hills won.

There wasn’t much time to assemble on the field and congratulate the field, so everyone was sharing compliments back on the bus. Squeezing through the aisles, a hand grabbed you as you tried to walk by. You made eye contact with Scott and felt a claw grip your heart.

“Hey,” he whispered meekly, as uncomfortable as you were. He looked at the hand holding you still and immediately let go. His instincts beat out his brain.

“Nice game,” you smiled, running away before he could respond. You shoved in next to Malia again, who gave you an annoyed look. You silenced her before she could make any comment.

Half an hour later, you ended up at the lodge where everyone would be staying. Forgetting your troubles, you happily glanced out the window at the beautiful brown lodge looming ahead of you. It was covered in snow, but faint lights twinkled from the archway. Everyone ran inside quickly, not wanting to be caught in the snowdrift. The inside was even more beautiful. It looked straight out of a storybook. Beautiful wood is finished, and multiple levels boast stone fireplaces and windows looking out at snowcapped trees. Coach gave out room keys to assigned pairs (you were stuck with some junior girl before Malia bullied her into changing assignments). Coach Finstock also lectured about not bothering him at any point, even if you were dying. Not even a good game could change his attitude on helping children.

You got up to your room on the third floor with Malia and smiled at the log beds with red and white quilts. There was a view of a ski lift out of your window and an en suite bathroom with tiny bottles of shampoo and lotion. You dropped your bag by a bed and happily jumped on it, turning into a starfish as you sighed heavily.

“You slept for most of the bus ride. How are you still tired?” Malia asked, catapulting onto her bed.

“Sleeping in a vehicle is different from sleeping in your bed,” you mumbled, your voice muffled because of the sheets. You both sat silently, enjoying being on a warm bed. “Scott looked sad.”

“How would you know?” you inquire, rolling over so your face is unobstructed by the bed.

“I saw him,” Malia picked up a loose thread on the quilt. “He looked sad. Probably because you’re ignoring him.”

“I am avoiding a potentially disastrous situation,” you argue.

“You’re being chicken,” Malia said, throwing a pillow at you when you made a noise in disagreement. “He likes you, or at least cares about what you think, and you’re avoiding him because of your fear.” You stayed silent, not denying her words. “I’m about to kick you out of this room to go and find him.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Malia raised a brow, gesturing with her hands for you to leave. You grumbled about her being maybe right, something that she smiled at. She was right, and you resented it. You hid from Scott because admitting feelings was hard, and you liked him a lot. Leaving the room in a huff, you wandered the hall, harassing various students about where Scott was staying. Unsurprisingly, he was sharing a room with Stiles. Unfortunately, he was not in that room. After carefully investigating, you found him outside in one of the hot tubs. You paused on the threshold, holding your coat closer to yourself as you saw him lean his head back against the lip of the tub. Water droplets gathered on his chest, and his hair was flattened against his forehead. He looked gorgeous, and it frightened you how much you liked him. You found the strength to put one foot in front of the other, ending up in front of the hot tub and capturing the werewolf's attention.

“I was told I could find you out here,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“You’re talking to me now?” Scott said, his voice sharp.

“I’m…yes,” you stumbled, sitting down on the rim of the hot tub. It was a rough Norwegian wood that you ran your fingers over as you refused eye contact.

“Y/N,” Scott sighed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” you turned to face him, hating the sad puppy eyes he seemed to have constantly. “I just…I’m not good at being emotionally available, and what almost happened between us was enough to make me the least communicative person in the universe.”

“I wanted it to happen,” Scott whispered. “I missed talking to you.”

Your heart broke at his words. You always loved how kind Scott was how loyal and careful he was with people. You hated that you hurt his feelings. Without giving much of a second thought, you peeled off your jacket and shucked your jeans, standing in a t-shirt and underwear as you got into the hot water. Scott jumped back from surprise as the water splashed around. The warmth seeped through your bones, and you almost sighed as the cold left your body. Instead, you waded closer to Scott, close enough that you could grab his hand under the water.

“I like you,” you admitted. “I…missed you too.” You leaned in, not letting your doubt stop you as you kissed Scott. It’s what you meant to do weeks ago, and now that it was happening, you didn’t regret it. Your hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles under your hands. He kissed you back, gripping your hips and bringing you closer. You liked the slight growl he made when you tugged on his hair. You lifted your knees to straddle his lap, letting his chest press against yours. Scott let his lips trail down your jaw to your neck.

“I’m glad you’re talking to me again,” Scott mumbled against your neck, nipping the skin there as you gasped.

“I’m sorry for not talking to you,” you gasped, feeling Scott's hands tentatively under your wet shirt. You kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling his jaw underneath your lips. You could’ve lived the rest of your life in this moment, in Scott's arms with Scott’s lips. Except much like everything in Scott’s life, Stiles was always there.

“Woah, finally,” Stiles laughed, appearing out of nowhere and scaring both of you. You fell to the side of the tub, still gripping Scott’s shoulders. Scott glared at Stiles. “I was waiting for you two to stop tip-toeing around each other.”

“Stiles,” Scott growled.

“Aww, you guys have such cute, rosy cheeks. Is it from the hot water or the hot makeout?” Stiles teased. Scott carefully put you aside so he could run out of the tub and attempt to tackle Stiles. You couldn’t stop the laugh escaping your throat as you watched the two boys try to wrestle each other to the ground. At least, you could call one of those boys yours.

#scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall imagines #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf fic #my writing #ficmas 2023 #12 days of ficmas

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s0urw00lf · 1 year

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Stiles Stillinski: The Best friend

Stiles stillinski x fem!reader

Summary:

Stiles and stiles are the best friends.

Also just to be clear I know that the true meaning behind this song is, I just heard that one clip and got an idea.

(Stiles in a backwards cap>>>)

I’m just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exist to continue the story.

The pack had made plans to go bowling, and didn’t think to tell stiles and y/n who were sitting at home trying to solve one of their most recent supernatural problems. Y/n sighed “where the hell is Scott?” She asked impatiently. The pair had been waiting on him for about 45 minutes. Stiles shrugged and asked “should I call him again?”. Y/n shook her head “no, we’re gonna go over to his house and see what the hell is up” she said standing up. Stiles didn’t object following close behind her. when they arrived at Scott’s, stiles rang the door bell. Not 10 seconds later the door opened to show an out of breath Melissa. “Stiles, y/n? What are you doing here why aren’t you with the others?” She asked. The pair looked at each other then back at her in confusion “what do you mean Scott was supposed to meet us an hour ago to talk about the recent “drama”” stiles said. Melissa seemed taken aback “guys, the others are at the movies” she said. y/n looked at stiles shocked while he just stared at Melissa in seemingly stunned. “Okay, thanks” y/n said grabbing stiles and dragging him to the Jeep. Tears stung at y/ns eyes and stiles looked like he had just been betrayed. Y/n grabbed his hand making him look at her. She put a smile on as tears ran down her face “I’m sure it was a mistake” she said the words trying to cheer the boy up but not even believing them herself.

The girl gets the guy while I’m standing off screen

Y/n and stiles watched all of their friends fall in and out of love wondering if they’d ever find that kind of connection, They both found comfort in each other since in the same situation. It was especially bad when they both lost their crushes to people that weren’t them. They sat broken, crying together and eventually healed together.

So, ill wait for my cue to be comedic relief

“I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” stiles said to Scott’s dad who was holding him and y/n hostage at this point. He looked to y/n “you seem to be the more sensible one here, help me out would ya?” Scotts dad asked. Y/n looked at stiles who just shrugged and back at the tall man in front of her “see I would help you but… I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” she said making the man huff in anger, discreetly high giving stiles who had a proud look on his face.

Can’t be too loud

“SHHHHH” echoed across the room while everyone looked at stiles and y/n who were just goofing around during the game.

Can’t be too busy, if I don’t answer now are they still gonna need me?

Y/n had gotten a call from Allison who had asked if she and stiles could help find the new werewolf that they had discovered to which y/n politely declined for te=he first time ever as stiles had asked her on a date. After that it took a week and a half for either of them to be contacted

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“Hey stiles” y/n spoke up from her place on his chest. She felt his hum vibrate through his body. “Do you think our friends would care if something were to happen to either of us?” She asked. Stiles stiffened as if caught off guard by the question. “Honestly I’m not sure, I think they’d fight to find or save us but not as hard as they would for each other.” He said sounding sad.

Not too long after that conversation void happened, Scott fought his hardest to get stiles back while y/n had sat with boiling anger towards the boy who had only just started caring for his “best friends” again.

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marie-swriting · 9 months

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Your gallery if you're dating...

Scott McCall

Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

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#your gallery if you're dating #scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #Scott mccall x you #Scott mccall x y/n #scott mccall imagine #teen wolf x you #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

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dragon-chica · 11 months

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Diner Talks - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Idea and inspiration from my ever beloved @adarkroomandawallflower 🖤(Of course Theo's is longest...)

Following the ever-present supernatural happenings in your lives, it became a small tradition between you to, when all is said and done with the latest crisis of Beacon Hills, go down to the diner at the edge of town and unwind. A sigh of relief and good enough food that never changes, and just talk.

They're open 24/7, and you've learned you can say anything without the cook or single waitress giving a damn, from school problems to supernaturals, neither had bat an eye or paid you any mind. They have their own nights to get through, something you've really grown to appreciate and respect, they've never ratted on anything that might have past their ears.

Scott McCall: It was late when everyone called it case-closed and dispersed back to their homes after the last big bad was run out of Beacon Hills, Scott was giving you a ride home on his motorcycle when it started to pour.

Instead of going to the other side of town in blinding rain that may not have been natural, he ducked towards the only lit up building, a neon sign with an awning he could tuck his bike under, and you shared milkshakes and fries, chatting happily in the warm light and ignoring the strange figure standing across the lot.

Stiles Stilinski: The town was once again saved, everyone you loved was more or less in once piece and you were almost asleep in the passenger seat until Stiles' steady tapping a rhythm on his steering wheel changed into a sharp turn into the entrance to a diner woke you wondering if something was wrong.

He let out a whoop and fist pumped pulling into the empty row in front and you took in the place, flickering neon sign you've never paid attention to before as he was already at your door opening it for you.

He remembers when he was little and his dad would take him to eat here after a long case was finally finished, they would both get a greasy burger and greasier fries and Noah would humor some of his questions about work while urging him to eat instead.

They hadn't done this in years, not really. But now you sit across from him in the booth with greasy food served by the same cigarette smokey waitress and talk about your own cases and a little nostalgia always gets him.

Allison Argent: You first took her to eat at the diner not long after she had moved to Beacon Hills, she was unsure if the place was even there as you drove to the very edge of town. And it was completely deserted without being that late, but she followed you in, she's the new one here afterall.

When she learned about werewolves and hunters and everything else she had to tell you as soon as possible and told you to meet her at the diner immediately. She had your order waiting when you got there and was barely holding it in while you slid in across from her before spilling everything she knew and just found out before realizing, you already know about this.

Now anytime there's something new or big to discuss you end up back at the diner, talking a little too loud for such a topic pouring over new knowledge and old texts together.

Theo Raeken: It had been a long day. Both you and Theo (and hell, half the pack) were roughed up and exhausted, nearly dying before the latest big shot was run out of town, and you were starving.

And you voiced as much to Theo, who was about to say there's not much he can do about that at two in the morning, before spotting the only damn place lit up at this hour. He pulled in and huffed a laugh that yeah, it was really open.

He puts his jacket over your shoulders before you slide into the booth and takes the spot across from you, watching your gaze hungrily scan the menu and just adding "same here" once you order.

It's a sigh of relief while you lean back and wait for your food, giving him a crooked little smile while your foot bumps his leg. There's an ache from his wounds still and a scuff of dirt on your face and he wants to get you back in his truck and drive. Away from Beacon Hills and all its' trials, from the memories of hell and the pack he swears he doesn't care for.

It's tradition now, to come to eat at the diner on the edge of town, no matter how late, always lit and empty, as if waiting for you both. You take the same booth and Theo always takes whatever you order too, and he says how you can leave together. Leave everything in this town behind and it'd be okay, but you notice how less serious he sounds about it now. As he comes to accept his fate of caring about the pack and becoming attached to this town, a passing comment of the night before lacing his fingers with yours and heading home instead of a wistful glance to his truck and pleading tone.

Lydia Martin: The only one who starts this out as a normal date. Despite her expensive tastes and higher class lifestyle, she took you out to the 'cute little diner' for a tame date one night when you seemed like you needed a little time to just get away.

Though she usually would've just booked you both a spa day, she knows you well enough that you'd enjoy this little place. Rolling her eyes when you look so surprised that this is where she took you.

Unsuspectedly enjoyed the meal and just getting to talk with you here that it became your go-to whenever things became a bit much, especially after the supernatural aspect took over your lives.

Isaac Lahey: You would take him here when you were able to sneak him out after his dad had been in especially fine form. A quiet place where no one would ask or bat an eye, despite how worried he was at first.

Just a place far away from everything and a hot meal and too-large milkshake to share, always getting one with two straws because you knew he loved that in cheesy movies.

And after he became a werewolf and everyone was so busy you realized how long it'd been since you went to the diner, especially since there was nothing to stop you anymore. Now you go after every pack problem, and despite the higher stakes he's much more lighthearted on these late nights.

#Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Scott McCall x reader #Theo Raeken x reader #Allison Argent x reader #Isaac Lahey x reader #Lydia Martin x reader

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