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contrarianshiit · 3 days
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he’ll never admit it, but derek hale loves holding your hand. when he senses you’re nervous, the first thing he’ll reach for is your hand. a guy gets too close to you? he’s interlocking your fingers and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. even when you’re just going to buy milk, he’s holding your hand as you browse the aisle. and he’ll never admit this either, but he likes the way your heart rate picks up at the simple action.
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blue-sadie · 4 months
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The Bad Wolf
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Imagine:
Being Stiles older sister and helping him and Scott get out of trouble even if it's flaunting yourself out to distract a certain big bad werewolf so they can get by and one time he doesn't let you leave and instead pulls you into his chest and whisper into your ear.
"Don't think I don't know what it is your doing because I do but those tits of yours are just to gorgeous to look away from"
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angelltheninth · 9 months
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How about Derek Hale seeing his gf wearing his shirt for the first time?
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"So you're the clothes stealer hm?" Derek smiled against your shoulder as he pulled you into his lap. He was still in bed when he noticed his shirt missing, granted it was hard to locate any clothes in the mess his room was because of last nights activities but his nose didn't lie.
"Guilty." You cupped his cheeks as you took your seat on his lap, your bare thighs pressing against his. He was still naked. Oh. "You didn't get dressed at all?"
Derek smirked and pulled the shirt down, his mouth hot against the skin of your shoulder, "I would, but someone stole my favorite shirt. You have your own."
"Oh now you want me in my clothes?" You teased as you pointed out the scratch marks on your legs that the shirt barely covered, "I need to cover these up Derek. I'm not going out in shorts."
"But you were happy to ask for them. And you seem happy to let people know we're together. Everyone saw that kiss yesterday, and they're sure as hell gonna smell me on you even if you don't walk out wearing my shirt." Part of him wanted to see you wearing his clothes, "How about you wear it only for me?" But the other possessive wolf part of him wanted you for himself.
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romancevoid · 10 months
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𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.
“ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ”
ᴄᴀꜱᴛ; ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ & ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛ & ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴘᴜʀᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛ!, ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ!, ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ
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DEREK STOOD IN THE DOOR WAY OF THE ROOM IN THE SECLUDED BEACH HOUSE HE RENTED FOR YOUR HONEYMOON. he took in how delicate and beautiful you were sleeping peacefully with the soft morning light of the sunlight peeking through the curtains. he couldn't believe how incredibly he lucky was to call you his wife forever. you were the light in his dark world. his safe haven. he was insanely grateful for the love between you two.
when he told you his biggest secret of who he really was, he expected you to completely vanish from his life and be fearful of him. how could anyone love someone who was a dangerous werewolf? a predatory animal who loses control on every full moon? he was terrified of losing you forever which was why he refused to tell you his secret. the reality of everything made him tell you on his own terms. he just couldn't keep from you when he saw a lifetime with you.
he was surprised to say the least when you accepted him for who he was. you didn't look at him any differently than you did before. you didn't view him as a monster or a dangerous person. you loved him for who he truly was and it didn't seem to bother you. if anything, it sparked your interest for him and made you want to learn everything there was to derek hale. he was truly one of a kind. special.
your acceptance of him made him trust you entirely. you made him feel safe, providing him with a warm home feeling he's lacked for so long. you became the most special thing in his life and he couldn't imagine being without you. he wanted forever with you.
he always did everything to take care of you and keep you safe. he was quite protective of you which often became a bit of a battle some times but you knew it was derek being derek. protecting you was one of his main love languages so you learned to adapt to it. he never wanted to see you hurt, which meant sometimes he often had to keep himself at a distance whenever his wolf was out of control. he knew he would never hurt you as his wolf imprinted on you, seeing you as his complete and only anchor.
though last night, your first night of your honeymoon, he got a little too caught up in his wolf when making sweet love to you. he didn't realize it until he woke up, seeing some of the marks left over your body. majority of them were hickeys and very few from where his hands held you. he suddenly felt insanely guilty seeing such dark, prominent marks he left on you from falling into his wolf instincts. he hated himself.
he was too focused in making you feel such intense pleasure and didn't realize what that meant for him and his wolf. of course his wolf was a possessive little thing and wanted to see you covered in his marks, a symbol that you were his and his only. but you were human. a small framed, gentle and precious human.
he was ashamed of himself, and for who he was. he should've kept in mind the strength he really had, and being so enchanted by you was no excuse. he was angry at himself and was afraid of what you would think when you woke.
waking up to derek's side of the bed left you a bit disappointment. you hoped to wake up in his arms on the very first morning of your honeymoon together, sharing sweet and tender loving moments with him. but you tried not to be too affected by it as you guys had a few weeks alone together.
you stood in front of the large bathroom mirror over the sink, staring at your reflection. your eyes were sparkling and you had such a bright glow to your face. you couldn't believe how different you look. you were happy, so incredibly happy and it was written all over your face and eyes. being with derek made you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire universe. he was more than you could ever ask for. he was perfect, the only one for you.
then you saw it. the marks covering your neck, all over your chest and collarbones. some across your stomach and hip bones as well as your shoulders. your lips parted in slight shock, not used to being so covered in his love bites. sure he's left many before but never this extreme. and you found it turning you on. in a way it made you feel special, reminding you that you were really derek's. you sort of enjoyed the claim on you. but you were worried for what derek would think when he saw you.
the tips of your fingers traced over some of the patches, wincing slightly at how sensitive your skin was to some of them. memories of your love filled night flashed through your mind making you smile softly.
they reminded you of derek above your naked body, grunting and growling with pleasure in your ear as he thrusted in and out of you. his skin rubbed deliciously against yours, blanketing you in his scent which pleased him greatly. his hands caressed your body, painting you beautifully in his mind though you already were.
you could feel the warmth of his length sliding in and out of your walls, sending you into endless waves of sweet pleasure. you could feel his lips kissing all over your skin, alternating between sucking and biting. your body began to heat up at the recall of memories, especially the way his tongue moved around your dripping folds and his lips sucking your swollen clit. it was criminal for how amazing he could use his tongue. he knew how to send you into an overdrive of pleasure.
"are you disgusted with me?" derek's raspy voice pulled you from your sinful thoughts, making you jump and look at him through the mirror.
you gave him a confused look, "huh?"
he said nothing, his green eyes scanning over your marks as his face held a solemn and guilty expression. watching him made you aware of what he was feeling. you turned around to face him, covering yourself with the silk robe you were wearing. your heart dropped when he pulled away from you reaching out to touch him.
"derek..." you whispered, unable to hide the hurt cursing it's way through you. "do not feel ashamed. i'm not mad, i'm not upset. i'm okay... more than okay."
he stared at you as you reassured him, reading you to make sure you weren't saying this to make him feel better. he needed to see it was true for you and while he could, he still couldn't help being angry at him and scared to touch you.
"some of those marks were left from my hands. in a way i hurt you." he whispered looking away from you in shame. he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"you didn't hurt me, handsome... you didn't. last night was incredible, better than i could've ever imagined." you murmured, stepping toward him to test the waters. "you made me feel amazing. something i can't even begin to describe."
he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad but he was scared. his eyes were a bit glossy as he looked down into yours, making you frown and reach up to cup his cheek with your small hand.
"these are a reminder of the animal i really am. how sometimes i'm stronger than i think. i–i couldn't control myself last night and thinking about it, i could've really hurt you." his voice cracked as his bottom lip trembled, using a much strength as he could to keep himself from breaking down.
"derek please listen to me. i know sometimes you fall into your instincts but i know and believe you won't hurt me. it's okay so please stop being angry with yourself. if anything, it's a bit of a turn on because i'm only yours." you whispered gently to him, your words at the end making his lips curl into the tiniest of grins.
though the grin quickly faded when the robe fell down one of your shoulders, revealing the mess of dark purple bruises. "but look at the marks i left on you! i should've controlled myself better, stopped myself from falling into my instincts."
"it's natural for you to dive into your instincts. it's part of who you are so don't feel bad about it. i'm not going anywhere and i'm not going to sit here and let you beat yourself up." you lightly scolded him so he could truly see you weren't at all mad at him and he needed to quit blaming himself.
he remained quiet, his hands gently undoing your rob and letting it fall to the floor. he stared at your bare body, watching his fingers so delicately trace over your skin. your eyes watched him carefully while his followed the trail of his fingers. you shuddered when they do softly grazed the sides of your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening at the smallest attention.
"will you take a bath with me?" you asked in a quiet tone, almost embarrassed by the question you ask.
"of course, sweetheart." he murmured, kissing your forehead gently before pulling away from you. he turned on the bath water, putting the water at a warm temperature before pouring a little bit of a calming bath oil. he then rid himself from his clothing, stepping into the bath with her following.
you laid back against his chest, letting out a sigh in content as your muscles relaxed in the warm water. his arms wrapped around you holding you firmly against him. his lips left soft kisses along your shoulder, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly. though you could see he was still holding himself back from the way he so, so gently touched you as if you were made of glass. he touched you like you would break so easily. he made you feel like you were the most precious thing but you knew he was still a bit guilty.
"i'm not made of glass, derek." you commented. "you won't break me."
"i–i know. i just feel like i need to be more careful with you now. you're human, my love you're still fragile." he mumbled in your ear, placing a kiss behind it.
you chuckled lightly, "don't treat me like i'm going to break. i won't break, handsome."
"okay baby." he hummed, hugging you a bit tighter against him to assure him you were okay. "i'm still sorry for it all though."
"don't be. i enjoyed every bit of it." your voice grew sultry making him perk up slightly.
"oh yeah?" he dragged his tongue along the shell of your ear causing you to shudder.
"mhm. especially the way you made me feel with your tongue." you teased causing him to growl playfully at you. "how your body felt between my legs."
he let out a shaky breath, feeling the blood rush to his now aching cock, "shit baby, please don't get me started." he whined, fighting hard to keep himself together.
"we have the next few weeks together, just us two. we can do whatever we want." you purred, spurring him on even further before his fingers toyed with your center making you gasp.
"we sure can, sweets. i pick what we do first though." he replied cheekily, making you go to argue with him before two of his fingers slipped inside your center. you let out a breathy moan, your head falling back on his shoulder.
"god derek." you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pumped his fingers.
"i love you. my beautiful wife."
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i know many of you are waiting for updates on here! life is hectic for me right now and my work schedule is constantly changing :( those who are still waiting on requests, i promise i will get those finished for you guys! i’ve been working on them and i only published when i feel it’s completely ready and perfected.
with that being said, i hope you all enjoy this sweet imagine! i have many more, and other derek stories, on my wattpad which is the same username as here! be sure to check them out :) see you all soon!
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soulofapatrick · 5 months
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Rebuilding - Derek Hale x female reader
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Summary: You show Derek the rebuilt Hale House you did for him
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warnings: none really; heavy making out
Notes: I can make a smutty part two
Y/N’s POV
The old Hale House had stood as a haunting reminder of the past, a testament to the tragedy and loss the family had endured. But now, it has been transformed into something new, something hopeful. With the combined effort of the pack and my Dad, it had become a symbol of rebirth and unity, a mansion that has welcomed every member with open arms and spare rooms for new pack members. 
As I stand in front of the restored mansion, I can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Derek, who had once lived here in its glory days, deserves to see what I’ve done to the place. He’s been through so much, and I wanted this surprise to be a new beginning for him… for us hopefully. 
The anticipation in the air is palpable, and I can’t help but fidget with the key in my hand as I wait for Derek. The old Hale House, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, seems to hold its breath in eager anticipation of his arrival. And then, I hear it - the familiar purr of Derek’s car engine. It’s a sound that I’ve come to associate with his arrival, and my heart quickens in response. The car pulls down the long, winding driveway, and I keep staring at the house, my hands shaking a little as I fiddle with the keys. 
Suddenly, there he is. Derek appears beside me, his tall, brooding frame casting a shadow on the gravel driveway. He looks rugged and handsome as ever, with that alluring air of mystery that has always drawn me to him. His dark brows are furrowed in curiosity and confusion, his eyes scanning the mansion before us as if he’s trying to work out where we are. It makes my heart drop as he doesn’t recognise it despite me trying to keep it as near as I can to the original Hale house. 
But then, something remarkable happens. As his eyes roam over the mansion’s exterior, his brows furrow even deeper, and then there’s a hint of disbelief in his expression. It’s as if the familiarity of the place has begun to dawn on him, piece by piece. The realisation hits him like a tidal wave. His kaleidoscope eyes widen, and a gasps escapes his pretty and plump lips, “Is… is this….?” His voice trembles with emotion, and for a moment, he can’t seem to find the words. 
I hold out the keys for him and he looks between the house and the keys and then back at the house, “I can’t… I… can you…” His voice falters, and it’s clear that he’s fighting back tears, the enormity of the moment almost too much to bear. Without a word, I’m nodding and reaching for his trembling hands. Our fingers interlace, and with a gentle squeeze, I lead him towards the grand entrance. 
Derek’s eyes remain locked onto the mansion, his disbelief and wonder still etched across his features. But he doesn’t need to say anything more for me to understand the whirlwind of emotions storming within him. 
I turn the key in the lock, my own fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. The door swings open, revealing the lovingly restored interior. The warm, golden light spills into the entryway, painting a new chapter on the old canvas of the Hale House. The grand entrance is now invitingly open, Derek taking a step forwards. His presence is so close to me that his chest is practically pressed against my back. The feel of him so near is electrifying, and it sends a shiver down my spine. 
“Welcome home Derek.” I say, my voice a soft, heartfelt whisper, as we cross the threshold together. 
The atmosphere inside is a mixture of nostalgia and fresh beginnings. The original features of the Hale House have been preserved, the hardwood floors polished, the walls adorned with artworks from the pack. The spaciousness of the rooms has been maintained, yet there’s a sense of cozy warmth that wasn’t there before. 
Derek’s gaze dances the space, a mixture of awe and sentimentality reflected in his expressive eyes. He appreciates the care and attention that went into preserving the essence of the house he called home. 
Then, he grabs my hands again with a gentle yet firm grip, leading me through the echoing halls as the pack gave us the house for Derek to see alone.  It’s a touch that sends a rush of warmth through me, the electricity of his touch palatable. We move through the house, our footsteps echoing, and Derek’s strides confident, as if he’s revisiting his own memories. 
As we ender the kitchen, Derek stops in his tracks. A soft, almost reverent sound escapes him, and his eyes widen again as he takes in the layout. It’s practically identical to the original Hale House kitchen, meticulously restored to match his recollections with the help of creepy uncle Peter. 
His grip on my hand tightens, and he turns to me, his expression filled with amazement, “This… it’s just like I remember it.” He says, his vice soft and filed with wonder, “You’ve brought it all back to life.” 
I can’t help but smile at his reaction. The kitchen holds countless memories for him, both happy and bittersweet, and seeing it so faithfully restored means the world to him. "We wanted it to feel like home," I reply, my voice equally hushed, knowing how much this place means to him. Derek’s thumb brushes over the back of my hand, his touch conveying the depth of his gratitude. It’s a silent exchange of emotions, the unspoken understanding between us.
And then, something changes in the air. Derek turns to me, his kaleidoscope eyes now shining with warmth and something else, something that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. His gaze flits down my lips, and in response, I can’t help but wet them with my tongue, suddenly feeling acutely aware of their dryness. It draws a small sound from Derek’s throat, low and almost involuntary, a testament to the magnetic pull between us. He leans in, closing the distance between our lips with a purposeful intent. Our mouths meet in a soft, longing kiss, a silent declaration of the emotions that have simmered between us for so long. 
His lips are soft yet insistent, moving against mine with a deliberate tenderness. I can feel the gentle, rhythmic movement of his mouth, each touch setting my heart racing. There’s a hint of urgency in his kiss, a desire that has been simmering just beneath the surface. Derek’s hands finding their way to my waist, holding e close as if he never wants to let me go. The touch of his fingertips against my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I press my body closer to his, wanting to feel every inch of him. 
My own hands move to rest on his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath my touch. They gradually work their way up, entwining in his shirt, wanting to pull him closer still. The connection between us deepens with every passing second, a silent confirmation of the emotions we’ve held back fr so long. 
Derek’s hands, which had been gently holding my waist, suddenly tighten their grip and before I can react, he’s lifting me up with a powerful yet careful motion. My legs instinctively wrap around this waist as he sets me on the edge of the kitchen island, never once breaking the kiss. 
Our lips remain locked in a heated embrace, a heated embrace, a testament to the fiery passion that's been ignited between us. Derek's tongue brushes over my lips, seeking entrance, and without hesitation, I part them, with a small, embracing sound escaping my lips which he swallows, tongue slipping past my lips. It's a dance of desire, a clash of longing, and a melding of two souls that have been drawn together by an irresistible force. Our mouths move with a shared urgency, each kiss deeper and more consuming than the last.
As our tongues explore and intertwine, Derek’s grip on my hips tightens, pulling me closer until I’m arched on the edge of the kitchen island. The sensation of his body pressed against mine is electrifying, sending heat down south where I’m pressed against his growing problem. It has my thighs tightening around him, hips jerking a little and drawing sounds from both of us. 
Finally our lips part, but only slightly, our foreheads resting against each other as we catch our breath. Derek’s voice is a husky whisper, filled with raw desire, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confesses, his words heavy with yearning, “ I couldn’t keep it in any longer.” 
My heart flutters at his admission, and I look into his kaleidoscope eyes, my own filled with the same longing, “Der…” I breathe, “I’ve felt the same way. I’ve wanted this as much as you have.” 
His lips find mine again, and the kiss that follows is fierce and fervent, a passionate culmination of our unspoken desires. It's a promise, a declaration, and a celebration of the love that has finally been acknowledged. 
But then, Derek's lips trail down from mine to my neck, and his kisses ignite a trail of fire across my skin. I gasp as his mouth leaves a mark, a fervent, possessive hickey, and another one right beside it. Each one is a silent proclamation of his desire, a mark of his longing for me. As Derek's kisses continue to trail down my neck, I gasp and my fingers clutch at his shoulders. The sensation is almost too much to bear, the heat of his mouth leaving a trail of fire across my skin, marked by possessive hickeys.
“Y/N,” He murmurs breathlessly voice heavy with desire, “If we don’t stop, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He pulls away slightly, his eyes dark and smouldering now and he lets out a low and sensual chuckle when an embarrassing moan escapes me. 
“Maybe…” I have to clear my throat, “Maybe we should check out your room.” My heart is racing as I say it, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire, eager to hear his response but also somewhat ready for the rejection. 
Instead, he groans, head falling to my shoulder before he growls out, “Don’t… don’t say things like that baby girl.” I stay silent, knowing there’s more and he kissing my collarbone sweetly before murmuring, “But, I think it’s a very, very good idea.”
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andreafmn · 8 months
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Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot
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Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)
Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.
A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉
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Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived. 
It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from. 
“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.” 
“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.” 
 “(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.” 
“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.” 
“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.” 
With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.” 
“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?” 
“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?” 
“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?” 
It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do. 
“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”
“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!” 
“What? What’s wrong?” 
Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.” 
“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.” 
“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.” 
(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?  
Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human. 
“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?” 
She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her. 
And Derek. Always Derek. 
He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart. 
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”  
“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”  
“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.” 
“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?” 
“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.” 
“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.” 
“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.” 
“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?” 
“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.” 
“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?” 
“One day at a time.” 
And it worked. For two months, at least. 
That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months. 
They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before. 
The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation. 
The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them. 
At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N). 
She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be. 
But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long. 
He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything. 
“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”
“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.” 
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”
(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke. 
“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.” 
“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.” 
“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.” 
“Well, at least you’re glowing.”
“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”
“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?” 
(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her. 
Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it. 
She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer. 
The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else. 
“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”
“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”
“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”
“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”
“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”
“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”
“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.” 
“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.” 
“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”
And it should have. 
Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time. 
Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in. 
To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head. 
“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?” 
“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.
“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”
“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”
He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more. 
“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.” 
“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”
“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?” 
Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be. 
“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”
“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.” 
“You’re still younger than me, correct?” 
“Well, yeah…” 
“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?” 
“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.” 
“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.” 
“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.” 
“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?” 
“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…” 
“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”
“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face. 
“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.” 
“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.” 
“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.” 
A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born. 
Well, except Peter. 
“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.” 
“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.” 
“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.” 
“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.” 
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pinkdick79 · 2 months
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love; derek hale x reader
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pairing: derek hale x reader (she/her)
warnings: none
prompt: 5. “he loves you, you know? he’s just afraid of admitting it.”
summary: in which the reader and derek are oblivious to liking eachother and it’s painful for everyone to watch.
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derek hale is called many things - sour wolf, the mean alpha, power hungry, and selfish. but turns out, he’s not any of those things. well, maybe a bit power hungry but he got past that.
derek has always been nothing but nice to you. always been courteous and sweet whenever you’re around, never mean or selfish like stiles or scott says he is.
the first time you met derek was when peter resurrected himself by using lydia. you were out for a walk when came across the hale house. you’ve heard tales about it and decided to go inside, little did you know that would be the start of your friendship with the one and only, derek hale.
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right now, you’re sitting in derek’s loft waiting to have a mandatory pack meeting that scott called. you’re with lydia, peter, stiles, issac, allison, erica, and boyd.
“what do you think this is about?” lydia asks.
“no idea. but it’s probably pretty importing seeing as though it’s seven in the morning.” stiles says, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket that was previously sitting on the back of derek’s couch.
“it’s more than likely about the kanima issue we’re currently having.” issac matter-of-factly says. he’s always been a straight to the point type of guy, kind of like derek.
“where are derek and scott? they called this meeting and yet they aren’t even here.” you speak out to nobody in particular.
“they’re probably getting snacks or something. they know how the betas get in the morning and during meetings without some form of food consumption.” peter replies to you with a small smirk at your mention of derek.
everyone knows of your crush on derek. and of derek’s crush on you. yet, neither of you two act on it. the pack is getting tired of the small glances and touches you guys share and not putting a label on whatever you guys have going on.
it’s obvious to anyone looking at you both that there is something going on, except the two of you.
“well, well. would you look who decided to show up.” you break out of your thoughts and look up and see scott and derek. heart fastening a little at the sight of him.
“oh, would you be quiet? you know how everyone gets without food during these meetings. you should be thanking us.” scott says, setting the food down on the coffee table and taking a seat by allison.
derek sits down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around the back of you. admittedly, it makes you blush a little bit. but you can’t let him know that so you try to avoid eye contact with him. obviously it didn’t work.
derek looks at you confused because you never purposely turn away from him. he looks down at you, “hey, you good? these guys didn’t bother you that much did they?”
“uh no no it’s fine. it’s just a little warm in here, you know?” you try to hide your face with embarrassment while talking to him.
“oh, okay. do you want me to turn the heat down or anything?” he asks you.
“no, it’s fine.” you say.
“okay.” he drops the subject and goes to listening in on scott telling the pack about what needs to happen with the kanima issue.
you look up at him, admiring all his features. his eye, his hair, his body. holy shit. you can’t help but think, he’s really pretty. i guess he noticed you staring at him because he looks down at you mid stare.
“what are you looking at?” he questions.
“nothing, nothing at all.” you say with a little smile while turning away and focusing on what scott is saying. roles reversed now.
this time, derek is staring at you while you listen to scott speak. man, she’s so pretty. he thinks to himself. i wish i could just tell her how i feel without putting her in danger.
“hey y/n? can i talk to you a second?” lydia asks, “in private?”
“yeah, sure.” you say.
she gets up and you follow in tow. she leads you up the stairs of the loft, up into derek’s bedroom.
his room his neat. bed made and well put together. you could’ve guessed that it would’ve been considering how much of a neat freak derek is.
“y/n.” lydia speaks.
“what? what’s wrong, lyds?” you question her.
“you and derek keep looking at each other like your in love. when are you gunna to confess to him that you’ve liked him for the past two years?”
“what?! one, derek definitely doesn’t like me like that, we’re just friends. and two, we aren’t looking at each other like we love each other.” you try explaining, lying out of your ass.
“bullshit. he loves you, you know? he’s just too afraid to admit it. he just doesn’t want you wrapped up in all his issues and getting you in danger or hurt.” lydia says.
“i don’t know, lyds. there’s no way he could like me. i mean, we’ve been friends for almost three years and he hasn’t once shown an interest in me.”
lydia leads you to the bed, sitting you down on it and her sitting right next to you.
“i think you need to ask him how he feels, ‘cause i can tell you right now that the whole pack is getting tired of you guys making googly eyes at each other and acting like you’re in love.” she’s definitely speaking facts. ever since about a year ago, you and derek’s relationship has been different, more flirty but not enough for you to notice a drastic change.
“fine. i’ll ask him after the pack meeting, but if he doesn’t feel the same way i’m not coming to another meeting for like, four months.” you say.
“you’re being dramatic, y/n.”
“nope. i’m serious, id be too embarrassed coming back.” you explain, smiling cheekily.
“you promise to ask him after the meeting then? because i can swear to you that he feels the same way.” lydia says.
“yes lyds, i promise.”
“perfect. then let’s go back down there.” she gets up and starts walking back down to the main floor with you in tow right behind her.
you guys make your way back to the pack and you sit back down by derek. except this time when you look up at him, he’s smirking back down at you.
“what are you smirking at, huh?” you ask him with a slight smile on your face.
he leans down to whisper in your ear so only you can hear what he’s saying, “oh nothing, just that i think you and lydia forgot that i could hear every word that you guys just said.”
oh shit
“whattt… i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, der.” you try to play it off. acting like your heart rate isn’t beating a thousand miles per hour right now.
“don’t worry, love. i think we have something to talk about after the meeting though.” he says, and then bringing his head back up and focusing on the meeting once more, not giving you time to respond.
the remainder of the meeting seems like it’s forever, when in reality it was probably only twenty minutes at most. at the end, everyone gets up to leave and when you try to, derek grabs your wrist bringing you back down beside him. “i don’t think so, love. we need to talk.”
der, i really don’t think we should. i already know you don’t feel the same way i feel. so what’s the point in even talking about it?” you say.
“who said i don’t feel the same?” he says with a smirk on his face.
“what’s that suppose to mean?”
“it means that i like you too, dumbass. in fact, i am in love with you. i didn’t want to tell you because with us being together it would put you in danger.” he confesses.
“derek..” you start.
“with everything going on, you’re always there for me and i don’t know what i would do without you. if something were to happen i couldn’t live with myself. you’re perfect. you’re funny, smart, beauti-“ you cut him off.
you kiss him.
you couldn’t take him rambling and rambling about how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you. you’re fine with being in danger as long as your with him.
your guys’ mouths mold perfectly in sync. this is even better than i thought it would be. you think to yourself.
eventually, you pull away. gasping for breath and looking at derek. he looks happy, ecstatic even. you’ve never seen him smile this big before.
“derek.”
“yes, love?”
“i don’t care if i am in danger in order to be with you. i want to be with you no matter what is happening in our lives.” you say.
“then i promise to keep you safe, no matter the circumstances.” he says.
“so what does this mean then? like, us?” you ask.
“i guess this means i finally get to take you out.” he pronounces, goofy smile on his face.
“about time.”
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jodsx1x · 2 years
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my good girl ❥ derek hale
pairing: derek hale x reader
warnings: heavy smut, like full on smut. do NOT read unless you are 18+ please. praise kink, just derek being extra sweet and giving lots of compliments during sex. use of the work ‘daddy’, fingering, public, under the blanket, dirty talk, in depth descriptions of fingering and sex. 
word count: 3k+
overview: derek finds out you have a praise kink.
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a few hours ago, the pack meeting had ended, but stiles thought it would be a nice idea for us to all spend some time at scott’s place to just relax, and spend time together without talking about anything supernatural. we all had a meal together and are now all sat in the living room, watching some movie that stiles chose.
it’s been so nice being with everyone, it’s rare we do this because a majority of the time we are either planning something terrifying, talking about something terrifying, or fighting against something terrifying. there were pizza boxes scattered everywhere, blankets thrown over couples. scott and allison are snuggled up on the other side of the room, lydia and stiles on the middle sofa beside erica, boyd and isaac. i’m sat on the smaller sofa, sitting sideways with my legs over the arm of the chair, on dereks lap. his arm rested around my waist, the other hand on my thighs rubbing small circles on it. it’s like the cosiest and most calm situation we’ve all been in together, and i’m loving every second of it.
every now and again, derek would place small little kisses on my neck, or shoulder. i caught him just before one, and pressed my lips on his in a little peck. he smirked at me, giving me another quick peck before i turned back to the tv screen. ‘stop being cute’ lydia groans from beside us, with a small smile on her face, i giggled, kissing derek again to wind her up. she snickers, looking back at the movie. just as we both did so, a rather intimate scene started to play.
‘oh god, it’s like watching fifty shades with your dad’ stiles says with a fake gag, covering his and lydias eyes. ‘so we can’t watch this together, but we’ve all walked in on each other having sex at some point’, lydia exclaims, eyeing everyone in the room, especially scott and allison, reffering to the incident when literally all of us walked in on them having sex. allison blushed, covering her face with her hands as scott grins proudly.
a particular moment in this scene got to me, one moment where the girl was doing ‘something’ to the guy, and he mumbles to her, ‘you’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl’. that entire sentence made me squeeze my thighs and gulp. derek furrows his brows, feeling my legs pressing together, wondering what was wrong. i saw lydia give me a little look, her being the only one that knows about my little kink. i haven’t even told derek, just because we haven’t been together for too long and i didn’t want to scare him off in case he wasn’t into the same thing.
‘what is it?’ derek asks, looking between me and lydia. i blushed, sending her a death glare to keep her mouth shut. she giggles, ‘nothing’, winking at us. i rolled my eyes, hiding my red cheeks from derek. ‘hey look at me, what’s going on?’ he whispers to me, sending shivers down my back. i tried to calm down, before turning to him. ‘it’s nothing, honestly don’t worry’ i smiled, pecking his lips to try and distract him.
my whole calming down thing was pointless as the scene continued, the guy repeats his previous comments, ‘god, you’re doing such a good job for me, such a good girl aren’t you?’ i went bright red again, legs clenching even more than i thought was possible. derek’s eyebrows knit together even more, as he looks at me, his flustered girlfriend and best friend giggling from the other sofa.
the clocks in his brain started moving as he tried to work out what was going on. ‘does the movie make you uncomfortable?’ he asks me, and i shake my head, ‘no, no i’m fine’ i smiled at him, with pink tinted cheeks and nose. dereks phone buzzed from his pocket. he looks down confused, as the only people that really message him are those who sat in this room. i stayed focused on the screen, trying to calm myself down as he kept repeating those words.
derek checks his screen, and it’s a text from lydia;
‘lydia; get her to do something so you can call her a good girl. trust me.’
her text gives derek a slight idea of what's going on, and he smirks at the thought. he leans closer to my ear, whispering to me, ‘hey, how did you do on that biology test by the way?’ i turned my head to look at him with a grin, ‘i passed!’ i whisper exclaimed, as he smirks at me. ‘well done baby,’ he starts as i turn back to the movie with a small smile, ‘... that’s my good girl’ he finishes, with a small squeeze on my thigh, slightly further up this time. he smirked when he felt me freeze and tense up, noticing my cheeks going red again.
‘so, why didn’t you tell me about this little kink sooner?’ he whispers again, pulling me closer in. ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about’, i turn my head away, pretending to be oblivious. ‘come on, be a good girl and tell me’, he presses a kiss against my neck. i let out a breath and turned to him, ‘stopppp’ i whisper- whined.
‘not until you admit it’, he kissed my neck again.  ‘come on, why didn’t you tell me?’ he teases, and i sighed, resting my head between his shoulder and his neck. i whispered back, ‘because i was worried in case you didn’t like that sort of thing, it’s not only the good girl thing, even though that is my favourite, its the whole praise thing, and i didn’t want you to think differently of me’, with an embarrassed and nervous tone. he widens his eyes, lifting my head up with his thumb to look him in the eyes. ‘baby, i like it, a lot’ he smirks. ‘and i can’t wait to show you how amazing you are by being honest with me, tonight’
i blushed, looking down but he catches me with his finger, pulling my blushing mess of a face up to look at his. ‘can you be a good girl and keep quiet until we leave?’ derek raises an eyebrows, running his hand up my thigh again. i nodded, gulping as i lay back against his chest again, covering us up with a blanket. his hand pushes my thighs open gently, and i gasped a little when i felt his fingers tracing up and down my underwear.
‘you okay?’ scott asks from the other end of the room, probably confused as to why i gasped. ‘yeah, i-im okay’ i smiled at him and turned back to the movie. derek chuckled lowly, pressing his fingers down on my clit a little harder this time. i bit the bottom of my lip, pulling the blanket up to my mouth, knowing i might need it soon. his middle finger started tracing small circles around my clit, which he knows it’s one of my favourite things, i let out a breath to cover a moan, pressing the blanket against my mouth to stop any noises escaping.
‘you like that, baby? you’re doing such a good job at keeping quiet’, he whispers, kissing just behind my ear. i nodded a little, getting even more wet from his fast circles moving around my sensitive bud. i reached down, grabbing his other hand, squeezing it as i kept in all my moans.
his fingers intertwine with mine, gripping back. he pressed down even harder on my clit, knowing how to make me cum so fast every time. when me and derek have sex, he makes sure to make me cum at least 3 times before he does. he is just incredible.
my legs began to shake a little, being so close to cumming, i have to cover my mouth with my free hand, as i got so close. ‘cum for me, baby. be a good little girl and cum for me’ he whispers, pressing a kiss my neck, i let out a tiny, almost inaudible moan as i came in my panties, derek slowing down his fingers as he rode me out of my high. i take a deep breath, looking over to make sure nobody knew that just happened. everyone seems pretty engrossed in the movie, and i leaned my head back onto dereks shoulder. he pressed small kisses against my forehead, humming happily as he pulled his hands out from my skirt.
‘you did so amazing baby, i’m so proud of you’ he cooed, snuggling me in closer to him. i smiled, giggling lightly from disbelief this is actually happening. ‘soon as we get home, i’m going to take care of you properly, okay?’ he says in a hushed voice, a small smirk on his face. i got flushed with excitement, also from excitement as he called the loft ‘home’ for the two of us.
‘home? wheres that huh?’ i mumbled, looking up at him through my eyelashes. ‘home for me is wherever you are’ he whispered, pecking my forehead. my heart melted, as i pouted at him. ‘you’re my home, too’ i grinned, leaning up to kiss him a little more passionately than the previous pecks.
‘come on, lets finish this movie so we can get home, these boxers are becoming uncomfortable’ he spoke with a sad look as i laughed quietly at him.
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derek walked through the loft door, carrying me with his hands on my ass, my legs wrapped around his waist, lips locked. i yelped a little as the door slammed shut. he smirked, pulling back. ‘you go to the bed and wait for me how i like you to, okay? i’m just going to lock up’ he says, putting me down and kissing my lips again. i nodded, smiling before running away to his bed. i quickly removed my clothes, leaving me in my black lacy underwear and matching bra set, the one i know is his favourite. 
he soon returns, smirking as he sees me waiting on his bed just how he likes me to be. he kneels on the end of the bed, crawling up so he’s hovering over me, quickly reconnecting our lips in a deep kiss. one of his hands grips the side of my waist, the other bent beside my head to hold himself up. after a little while of kissing, he kneels up above me, slowly removing his shirt to reveal his amazing body. god, i could stare at him like this for hours, the moonlight spilling through the windows, lighting up the loft and him so perfectly. my hands reach up, slowly running them down his chest and abs, reaching his belt. he smirks down at me, ‘go on, undo it baby’ he murmurs.
i do as he says, undoing his belt quickly and his button. he finishes the job for me, pulling off his jeans leaving him just in his boxers. he leans back down, pressing open mouth kisses along my neck and shoulders. i let out a little moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as he works on mine. 
‘now be a good girl, take off your bra for me’ he says, leaning back up as i undo the clasp around my back, letting the bra fall off me, shivering as the slight cold air in the loft brushes against me. ‘oh are you cold baby? don’t worry, i’ll keep you warm’ he says, coming back down and connecting his lips to my chest, sucking lightly as he trails down to my nipples. he falls to the side lightly, laying beside me as his lips work on my nipples, as i let out little moans. the hand that was gripping my waist slowly makes its way down between my thighs, rubbing circles on my inner thighs, teasing me and making me want more. 
‘derek, please’ i whined quietly, and his hand instantly moved to cup my heat. i let out a breath as his fingers started moving in small circles like earlier. i let out a breath, trying to pull my own underwear down. i got them half way, and derek pulls them down and lings them across the room. his hand quickly comes back, rubbing one finger up and down my slit. two of his fingers started pushing at my entrance, slipping through my wetness and sliding in easily. i moaned out as he pushed them the whole way, his face coming away from my chest and his lips pressing small kisses against my cheek. his fingers started moving in and out a little faster, as i had to grip onto his shoulder, closing my eyes as i focused on the feeling.
‘i’m going to go a little faster okay? you think you can handle that? i know you can’ he smirks, pecking the corner of my lips as i nodded quickly. he started to pound them into me, curling his fingers every now and again hitting my sweet spot. ‘oh m-my god, derek’ i moaned out, leaning into him, pressing my forehead against mine as he locks eyes with me. 
he pecks my lips, ‘that’s not my name right now, what’s my name? come on baby, tell me my name’ he whispered, pounding his fingers into me harder than before. i cried out a, ‘d-daddy, that’s y-you’re name’ i struggled out. he smirks, kissing my lips again, ‘aren’t you such a good little girl, look at your legs shaking from just my fingers, how are you going to be with my dick huh?’ he whispered, head leaning down biting, kissing and sucking my neck. i let out a moan as i felt that familiar knot in my stomach. 
‘i-i’mg gonna cum’ i managed to get out as my legs began to shake from him pounding his fingers up into me even harder. ‘go on, cum around my fingers honey’ he cooed, feeling me clench around his fingers as i cried out, cumming so hard over his hand. he let out a breathy chuckle, pulling his fingers out of me and sucking them clean. 
‘oh look at you, all worn out from just my hand’ he mumbles, thumb stroking my cheek as he kisses my forehead. the way he’s being so rough with me yet so gentle is so amazing. he removes his boxers, his thick cock popping up. even though i have seen it many times before, his size will always amaze me.
he rests between my legs, pressing his lips back onto mine in a passionate kiss. i could feel his tip poking against my entrance, and without any warning he pushes it the entire way in. we both let out a gasp, the feeling of him filling me up shocking us both as if it was the first time. 
‘you’re so tight, always so tight for me aren’t you?’ he grunts, hands gripping my hips as he begins to thrust slowly in and out. my eyes started watering from the pleasure, and a tear dripped down my cheek. he paused for a second, leaning down and kissing it away. ‘is this okay, baby? i can stop if you need-’ he starts but i interrupted him, ‘no, no its so good, please keep going’ i whines out and he smirked at me. 
he soon picks up the pace again, causing me to cry out. one hand comes up and covers my mouth as i whimpered. he was being so rough with his hips, pounding into me without mercy, but his hands were gently rubbing up and down my waist. i didn’t know someone could be so rough yet so gentle. 
‘does that feel good, princess?’ he asks, looking down at himself gliding in and out of me. i nodded quickly, tears filling my eyes again from extreme pleasure. ‘it feels so, fucking, good’ i whined out, gripping the bed sheets beside my hips. 
‘how about this? hoe does this feel’ he taunts, bringing his thumb down from my waist to rub circles on my clit. i let out a strangled moan, hands moving up from the sheet to grip his biceps. he looks at me with such soft eyes as tears roll down my cheeks, so close to cumming. i started breathing quicker as his thrusts got harder and finger moved in circles quicker. 
‘o-oh my god, i’m gonna cum’ i say, squeezing his arms tighter. he kept up his rhythm as i got closer and closer. ‘cum for me, princess. be a good girl and cum all over me’ he grunts, as i let out a loud moan of his name, his words pushing me over the edge. he fucks me through my orgasm, the feeling of me clenching around him bringing him to his orgasm, as i felt him fill me up with his release. he groans, breathing heavily as he stays still for a moment, still inside of me as we both catch our breath. 
my eyes are drenched with tears, my cheeks rosy and forehead a little sweaty. when we’ve both calmed down, he pulls out, quickly puts back on his boxers, an grabs me my underwear and one of his big t shirts. he comes and lays beside me, pulling me onto his chest. ‘that was so good’ i sighed out, snuggling into him.
‘you were so good for me’ he mumbles, kissing my forehead. ‘look at me’. i do as he says, looking up at him with tired eyes. he smiles, using his thumb to wipe my tears away, before kissing my lips so delicately. ‘you okay, baby?’ he murmurs against my lips. i hummed, ‘amazing’ i smiled. ‘thank you’ i finish with. 
‘anything for you’ he whispers, pulling me into a closer cuddle, before we both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Brooding Alpha
Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski
Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader
Summary: You already had a brother and dad who treated you like a baby. You didn’t need a boyfriend who did as well.
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Warnings: None! Unless you count an overprotective wolf. 
A/N: Winter break is here. :D Have some angst, with a happy ending.
“I can take care of myself Derek. You don’t always have to treat me like a porcelain doll.” Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
“Babe, there’s a group of alphas out for blood. It’s clear they have some vendetta against me. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone after my betas. They want to hurt me and the easiest way is through you.”
“They’re not going to do something in broad daylight! I can’t just skip school and stay here so you can watch all day like a little puppy.”
You were in Derek’s loft, waiting for Stiles to pick you up. Instead of going to Heather’s party, you decided you wanted to keep Derek and Isaac company for the night. You had grown to love Isaac like a third brother, Scott being number 2. It hurt to see him so scared.
You told Stiles you didn’t want to go to Heather’s party because you and Isaac had to work on a school project together. He was too busy thinking about Heather to care whether or not you were attending. You were hoping for a relaxing night with Derek and Isaac. Maybe a movie and some cuddles with your Alpha. That wasn’t the case.
“Besides, Scott and Stiles are with me 24/7. Isaac too! And you forget that Alison comes from a family of trained hunters! Also, my dad is still the sheriff!” You emphasized the last sentence by raising your hands up high and huffed in annoyance. You were sick of everyone around you treating you like a baby. Stiles and your dad were already so overprotective of you. You didn’t need another man in your life who saw you as a weak damsel in distress.
“You know I don’t think that Y/N/N. I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the safest place is here with me at the loft, not at school with a pair of twin alphas!”
“No means no Derek. I’m not staying here.” You said before storming out of the loft. Derek wasted no time chasing after you. Isaac stayed out of your lover's spat. Lucky him.
“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.
“Stiles should be here soon. Or do you not trust me walking down the stairs to the entrance by myself? Do I need a big strong man to walk me to my brother's car too?” You said, not bothering to turn around.
“Y/N! Listen to yourself…”
“I am Derek. And unlike you I trust that I can take care of myself.” You spat back at him. A part of you knew he was just being a good boyfriend that was concerned about his girlfriend’s well being, but you were too angry at the moment to think logically.
“Don’t come by tonight.” You tried to say angrily. It only came out kind of sad.
Derek stopped in his tracks. Derek stopped by almost every night ever since he stayed over that first night. It was nice, for the both of you to have someone on those lonely nights. It had become a kind of routine for you both. Comfort when you both needed it.
You didn’t turn around to see his reaction. You pushed open the front door of the building, just in time to see the blue Jeep pull up. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and faked a smile.
“How was the party?” You asked as you quickly jumped in.
Stiles sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He said.
Bummer. Looks like we both had a rough night.
“Hey, let's stop by the movie rental place and grab a movie and some snacks?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles looked down at you and his eyes softened. It had been a while since you two spent some time together. Well some time together that didn’t involve a supernatural being. He kind of missed it. Though he would never outright tell you.
“Only if I get to pick the movie.”
You laughed. “Okay fine. But I get to pick the snacks!”
“Deal!” He said loudly and started making his way to the movie store.
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After watching Stiles’ horrible not so scary movie and eating your weight in ice cream and chips, you two said your goodnights, and went to bed. You kept looking at your window, part of you expecting Derek to still show up tonight. You watched the time go by in silence, sleep never catching you once.
1 AM became 2. 2 became 3. You sighed in annoyance when the clock finally hit 3:30. You don’t know what you were expecting. You told him not to come. Why would he come? You were the one who wanted to prove you were capable of taking care of yourself anyways. You didn’t need him to hold you to sleep. You have been sleeping by yourself for years now.
You finally turned off your desk lamp and plopped your head onto your pillow. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. But you finally gave in eventually.
What you didn’t know was that there was a certain someone waiting in the woods that night. Derek sat himself against one of the large trees near your neighbors yard and waited until your night turned off before sulking off back to his loft. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid of what you would do if he showed up when you specifically asked him not to. He knew how you were sometimes. You just needed some time to cool off.
You didn’t wake up to a good morning text that morning.
You laid in bed a little longer than usual. Stiles had to knock on your door to ask if you were ready before you pushed yourself off of your bed. Part of you just wanted to skip school and go straight to Derek’s loft and apologize. He was right to some degree. You weren’t going to give up and stay at his loft all day. But you did need to stop sneaking out at night and away from the pack.
School went by in a blur. Stiles and Scott could tell there was something off about you. You hadn’t said a word all day and wasn’t actually glued to your phone for once.
“Everything okay?” Scott asked. Scott was one of the ones who knew about you and Derek. It was really hard to hide the fact that you always smelled like him. He had his suspicions, and confirmed his suspicions when he walked in on you kissing Derek the night you two rescued him from Kate.
“It’s nothing. Derek and I had a fight last night.” Stiles ran off to the library to do some research on something. It was just you and Isaac so it was a safe place for you and Scott to talk about Derek.
“Just so you know, Derek wasn’t all too happy this morning either Y/N.”
You just sank into your chair further. You shouldn’t have said what you said last night.
“Scott, I found it!” Stiles screamed, jumping onto the back of you and Scott. Clearly not sensing the mood around him. “Oh and Y/N, can you hitch a ride with Lydia after school today? I have to stay late today for detention.”
“Ugh Stiles. What did you do this time?”
“I had to borrow some books from a certain teacher’s collection. It happened to be locked in his desk and someone happened to catch me. But I found the info we need!”
Great. You thought to yourself. You knew Lydia didn’t drive today and that she had a date with Jackson after school.
“I can take you.” Isaac offered. You smiled. You loved Isaac. He was the closest thing to Derek you had right now.
After school Isaac and Scott walked with you to the parking lot. You were too distracted all day to realize Isaac didn’t have a car. Before you could say anything, you saw a very familiar black Camero sitting in the back of the parking lot. You looked up and glared at Isaac, fully aware of his scheme now.
“I can’t stand it when you and Derek fight. I have to deal with his moody self at home, and then your moody self at school. It’s too much brooding for me.”
You tried to turn around in the other direction, but Isaac quickly grabbed your shoulder before you could turn.
“Common. He’s just giving us a lift home.” He said pushing you forward. Scott opened the door for you and you stepped in, avoiding eye contact with Derek. You could feel his eyes on you though.
“Hey Isaac don’t we have that history project we need to work on?” Scott said suddenly.
“Oh I forgot about that! You go along first Y/N. Stiles can take me home when he's done with detention.” He said quickly, closing the door behind you. You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms around your chest, frowning through the window. You tried your best to glare at the two boys walking away from the car, but to no avail.
“Y/N.” Derek said sadly.
You didn’t look at him, you crossed your arms tighter and turned away. You were still angry at the boys for tricking you.
“Y/N, i'm sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested that you couldn’t take care of yourself. Hell the one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of the way you were able to handle yourself with those hunters that night. I know you’re strong enough to protect yourself. But I just.. Don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.” He said sadly.
You slowly looked in his direction. His hands were slumped to his side, and he held his head down. You noticed some dark bags under his eyes. You didn’t even know werewolves could get bags under their eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. You were starting to feel guilty.
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said in a whisper.
Derek couldn’t look up at you. He felt so guilty. Everything he said last night was just his strange way of wanting to keep you safe. He didn’t sleep at all. He kept trying to think of ways to apologize to you. Thank god Isaac texted him when he did. He wasted no time getting here.
“Der.” You said, quietly.
Derek looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and placed your hand on his thigh. He took your hand in his.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You said giving his hand a light squeeze. “You need to trust me though. I'm not just some stupid high schooler who goes looking for trouble.”
Derek raised his eyebrows at that one.
“Okay I am. But you also have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I have a circle that is capable of keeping me safe. Let’s also not forget that my dad is the sheriff of the town and he made me take at least 50 self defense classes when I was little.” You said with a smirk.
“Okay fine. But only because I know Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are always with you. When I’m not around.”
“What about Stiles and Scott?”
Derek laughed. You chuckled too after realizing what you said. You leaned back into your chair and relaxed, never letting go of his hand.
“Let’s say we go home yeah? Well, your home. My dad might shoot you on sight if you show up at our place during the day.”
Derek laughed and quickly drove you two back to his place.
Later that night, Isaac walked in on you two cuddling and laughing on Derek’s couch. You gave him a thankful smile when he walked past you two.
He walked away smiling as well. It was always good to see papa and mama wolf in a good mood.
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writersmess · 10 months
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Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing okey so I see that you are taking request again I wanted to know if you could do a Derek Hale x reader when they have Eli and he is at the stage where he's learning how to talks and he only knows how to say his last name so when Derek and reader leave Eli on peter's watch and at one moment Eli is missing his parents so he goes to Peter and says his last name and Peter just don't understand why he is saying that and Eli ends up crying so Peter calls Derek because poor uncle Peter don't know what to do, just something funny and chaotic please ( sorry if this long and if you don't understand everything it's because english is not my first language so I might have confused everything ).
MISSING YOU | DEREK HALE
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Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader
Summary: While under Peter’s care, baby Eli wouldn’t stop crying. Until everyone found out why.
Warning: none
Word count: 1.4k
a/n: hey sweeties! Thanks for the request! I loved it so much! I hope you enjoy it!!! I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language.
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“did you get this on tape?” you asked excitedly and Derek agreed in a murmur. You looked at him and your eyes automatically filled with tears as you saw him with a few tears streaming down his face. he was completely dazzled.
Hale.
It was baby Eli’s first word.
You were playing with the child when he randomly dropped the word. Derek was filming the moment unpretentiously as he always did to keep all possible memories of his little family, and he got to record this moment. It was magical.
“of all the words, he had to chose Hale” Derek said as he hugged you from the side and looked fondly at the baby carefully positioned on the floor with his toys.
“what can I say? He is just like his mama” you joked, hugging him back while laying your head on his shoulder.
You knew exactly why Eli chose that word.
You were Scott and Stiles’ classmate and when the supernatural world began to take over the town, you found yourself in a pack full of scared and inexperienced teenagers. Scott and Stiles took you in and explained what was going on, after you were caught in the middle of the crossfire between hunters and werewolves. Suddenly this bunch of teenagers were best friends and together they were fighting supernatural and human threats.
And there was Derek Hale.
A sourwolf who after so many losses, had to deal with these teenagers full of doubts and fears.
The moment you laid your eyes on Derek you knew your heart was his. And he knew that too, he wanted to love you. But you were too young, it was totally against his morals. And then you went away to study in another state, all of you did. Derek would never admit it but he missed you, missed your irony, missed your passionate glances, your contagious laugh.
He didn’t expect that after a few years you would come back to the city, but your father was sick, he needed you. And it was supposed to be for a while, until you decided to stay. You got a job, got your own apartment, and settled in.
You never imagined that your story with Derek would unfold, indeed you never thought that he would even look at you with second thoughts. The way you looked at him. But you decided to give each other a chance. And it worked, you were perfect for each other. Until a few months after you started to get involved, you found out that Derek’s one-night stand had resulted in a baby. It happened way before you moved back to the city, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It did.
But you learned to deal with it and you were willing to help in Eli’s upbringing. You loved him as if he were your own.
Since your school days you have never been able to call Derek by his name. He never really understood why, but you were too embarrassed to address him by his first name so you chose to call him by his last one. Hale. And everyone got used to it, at one point it even became cute. And even after you were together, you didn’t lose that habit, what you didn’t expect is that your son would use that as his first word.
“morning sunshine. the party is about to begin” you exclaimed excitedly as soon as Peter opened the door and he let out a grunt. He had just woken up.
“jesus, i don’t remember arranging that so early”
“what better way to start the day if not with your adorable nephew”
You said, passing the baby into Peter’s arms, and you could see how his face lit up with the baby’s presence. A smile immediately broke out on his face.
“this is not the first time, so I don’t need to remind you of the rules, also I am very eager to enjoy the day with my boyfriend, so I’m gonna get going” You let out a mischievous smile and Peter rolled his eyes.
“first of all, gross. Second, the Hale’s men are ready to take over the town” you laughed leaving them alone.
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“okay pal, it’s just you and me and a whole day ahead of us. You have to help me” Peter talked to the baby as if he was understanding. It was comic.
He was preparing breakfast when Malia and Parish arrived at the house.
“check it out, looks like we have company today”
Malia said, changing her voice tone and moving towards the baby. She absolutely hated pda, but when there’s a baby as cute as Eli in the house, she couldn’t help herself.
“thank God you arrived. He is here for like an hour and has cried at least three times” Peter spoke and the couple could see the desperation in his eyes, making them laugh.
“he’s a Hale, it’s not like he’s easy to deal with” Parish said and both Hale’s looked at him with deadly eyes. He laughed and went into the kitchen, trying to get out of they sight “Sorry”
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“did he just say Hale?” Parish asked as the three looked stunned at the baby playing on the floor.
“i guess so” Malia replied and they could see how Peter was smiling. “look at this, uncle Peter is getting emotional”
“shut up” Malia and Parish couldn’t hold their laugh.
What they could not imagine, was that from that moment on baby Eli would not stop crying and repeating his last name for the rest of the afternoon.
“I think he’s broken” Malia said as she shook some toys in front of the baby on Parish’s arms, trying to get him to stop crying.
“dont be stupid, Malia” Peter said with his hands on his head, he couldn’t stand to hear the child’s crying anymore “okay I’m gonna call Derek”
“he’s gonna get crazy, I don’t think it’s a good idea” Malia warned.
“well I don’t know what else to do” Peter said desperately as Eli continued to mumble the word Hale non-stop. “then I’ll call y/n I’m sure she won’t want to kill me”
You and Derek were in the middle of a make-out session when the phone started ringing. You declined the first time, but the fourth time it was impossible.
“jesus christ Peter, what happened? Is everything okay?” You answered preoccupied and you could see Derek’s watchful eyes. He was listening to the conversation.
“Ok don’t go crazy about it, the baby is fine, I’m the one who isn’t” This only made you even more worried. Derek was already starting to get out of bed and look for his clothes.
“why? What happened?”
“there’s the thing! I don’t know! Eli started to cry and hasn’t stopped for at least a couple of hours”
“did you try-“
“yes I did” he cut you.
“but the-“ you tried to say and he cut you off again.
“i tried absolutely everything that you can imagine”
You could sense the tiredness in Peter’s voice and the baby crying in the background.
“he’s not in pain. I tried that too”
“okay we’re coming to rescue you” you said as you finished getting dressed and noticed Derek grabbing the car keys.
“thanks” he mumbled and you laughed.
“he’s okay baby, don’t worry” you said comforting Derek already in the car and he sighed.
“yeah I know”
As soon as you opened the door, you could see what a mess the house was. Toys everywhere, Malia and Parish sitting on the couch and Peter pacing up and down with a crying baby on his arms. Peter was defeated. Eli had swollen eyes from crying and you could see that he was desolated.
“Hale” Eli muttered and stretched his arms out the second Derek entered his field of vision.
“oh hi baby boy” Derek said walking towards him.
The moment Derek held him in his arms, the crying ceased. His little head rested against Derek’s big shoulders and he was now letting out little sighs.
Your heart melted watching that scene and the urge to cry was huge.
“really?” Peter said and the three of them watched the scene in disbelief.
“so hale is Derek? He kept saying that all afternoon” Parish commented and you nodded.
“I can imagine why” Malia said sarcastically looking at you and you felt your face turn red.
“Well what can I say if he’s just like his mama” You joked and let out a laugh.
All this time the baby was just missing you guys, especially Derek.
He really was just like you.
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fanficimagery · 1 year
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Lucky Dog Rescue
After opening up a dog sanctuary and receiving your first shipment of dogs, you're surprised to receive a werewolf- er, well a man stuck in his werewolf form. You're even more surprised when a handsome stranger strolls into Lucky Dog Rescue, claiming to be the wolf you took care of.
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For as long as you can remember, you've always had a connection with animals. You'd begged for a puppy growing up, but given what your family was, it wasn't feasible. So, when you were old enough to fly the coop, after many conditions set in place by your family, you decided to open up Lucky Dog Rescue- a sanctuary for dogs who were set to be euthanized because other shelters had run out of space or because they'd been too long on the adoption list.
Just on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, your family had found and purchased some land for you. There was already a house on the property and it wasn't too hard for your family to hire a construction company to build you your very own animal shelter on the back half of the land. It took a year to get the shelter up to code and running, and now here you are waiting for the first shipment of dogs- only ten of them as of now until you could figure out a routine and eventually hire some help.
From sitting perched on your porch swing, you spot the large truck turning down your driveway. Eager to greet your new rescues, you stand and start making your way down the steps to direct the driver where it is he's supposed to unload the dogs.
Then hopping in a golf cart, you drive towards the shelter yourself.
The truck driver is waiting by the back of his truck, clipboard in hand by the time you pull up next to him. He reads something off his paperwork before saying your name as if questioning your identity. "Yep. That's me."
"Cool." As he starts to unlock the door, the dogs inside start barking and whining. "So is this like a rehabilitation for dogs or something?" The truck driver asks.
"It's more of a temporary home. These dogs are some that were set to be euthanized either because the shelters ran out of room or they'd been waiting too long to be adopted out."
"Shit. Really?" As he climbs into the truck, you climb in behind him to check the dogs in their crates. "There's a Cane Corso in here. He's huge for a puppy though. I'd figured he'd have been adopted out as soon as possible."
"Yeah, Cane Corso's are magnificent pets and guard dogs, but most people can't deal with their size or their food consumption. But I have a good feeling about this one," you muse, squatting so you can poke your fingers through the cage. "I just gotta make sure all these boys and girls are healthy and adoptable before putting their pictures on the web in hopes of finding them a forever home."
As you stand back up, you do a quick head count and frown. When the driver catches you doing so, he chuckles nervously. "Oh, uh, when I picked up the dogs there was an extra." He walks over to the very front of the truck where there's what appears to be a big black dog lying quietly in his crate. "It's assumed he's a wolfdog and he was set to be put down, but he seemed too intelligent to do so. The shelter he came from was hoping you could put him up here."
Making your way to the crate, you crouch and look at the wolfdog. But something about him gives you pause, even more so when he lifts his head and starts to scent the air. Then all of a sudden he starts to growl while staring directly at you and it clicks. "Easy, boy," you coo.
"Huh. That's the most noise I've heard him make," the driver says.
"Yeah, well he probably just picked up a scent on me that he doesn't like," you say. "Which is silly because I swear that this is a safe place," you say, making sure the werewolf understands. The werewolf slowly calms and you smile, reaching in to rub a finger along the top of one of his paws.
"Right," the driver says. "Well everyone else is here. "You have three French Bulldogs, two Australian Cattle dogs, one Australian Shepherd, one Siberian Husky, the Cane Corso, one Border Collie, and one Corgi."
"Nice. Well let's start leashing them and escorting them into the shelter," you say. "Each enclosure has a door that leads them outside to their own enclosed space, so don't worry about them not using the bathroom. They can go as soon as you close the door behind them."
"Got it. I'll get these babies first." You watch as the driver starts leashing the French Bulldogs, baby talking at them as he takes them out of their crates.
As soon as the driver disappears, you look back at the werewolf. "Listen, I know what you are. I don't want to leash you, but I can't have you running off before we can figure out what to do with you." The werewolf tilts his head, snuffling, and you gesture to yourself. "Only human in a family full of werewolves. I know a werewolf when I see one, so you're safe here. My family lives an hour away, so you don't have to worry about encroaching on any pack territory. It's just me. Trust me?" The werewolf huffs and you grin. "Excellent. I'm going to open the door now, so please don't run off. You'll have to go in an enclosure, but as soon as the driver leaves you can join me at the house."
You open his crate and he steps out, stretching. He stays by your side and you grin before grabbing a leash and leashing the Australian Shepherd.
Side by side, the truck driver helps you get the dogs situated in their own enclosures. Then after thanking him and sending him off, the werewolf watches as you give the other dogs their own bowls of food and water.
"Come on," you gesture for him to follow you. "Let's head to my house and try to figure out a plan for you. I doubt you want to sleep on a cushion on the floor with your fellow canines."
The werewolf follows you and trots side by side the golf cart as you take off.
Walking up the porch, you kick off your boots before pointing at the doormat. "Wipe your paws, please."
You hold the door open for him while he does so and then he trots into your house without any hesitance. You follow him in, heading towards the kitchen and grab yourself something to drink. Then turning around, you find the werewolf staring right at you. You startle in surprise and then laugh at your own jumpiness.
"Right," you drag out the word. "So, uh, can you shift back or…?" The werewolf barks and shakes his head. You sigh. "Of course you can't." Frowning, you glance all around and try to figure out how you're going to communicate with him. Then an idea comes to you. "I got it! Stay here."
Rushing from the room, you head to one of your storage closets and pull out bin after bin to find what you're looking for. Soon enough, you find several buttons that can be programmed to say different things. Then after finding the USB wire, you take the buttons back with you to the living room where your laptop is so you can program words so the werewolf can answer you.
"So I thought I could use these buttons to train some of the dogs, but I guess I'll be using them on you," you say as you plug the red button in. "Red will be no, green will be yes, and white will be I don't know. Sound good?"
The werewolf sits and you get to work programming three of the buttons. Once done, you set out each button in front of him.
"Okay, so, just to make sure… can you change back?"
The wolf gives you a deadpan stare before raising a paw and stepping on the red button. "No."
"Okay. Do you have a pack?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Do you want me to contact-"
"No."
"What? Why not?" You frown. "Are you running away from them?"
"No."
You sigh. "This would be so much easier if you could actually talk." Then taking a moment to think, you ask, "So if you can't change back, was this done to you on purpose?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Okay." You stare at the wolf, not knowing what to do. "I… I'm at a loss here, man. This was done to you on purpose, but you don't want me to contact your pack. Do you want me to contact mine and-"
"No."
"Do you think this will wear off?"
"I don't know."
You run a hand over your face, rubbing the space between your brows. "I'm probably out of my damn mind, but as someone who knows about pack dynamics, I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you?"
"Yes."
"Well I mean anyone would say that, but oh well. You seem pretty sane. If you were a crazed omega, I think you would've been thrashing in that crate of yours. Or tried to attack me by now." The wolf sits and tilts his head at you. "Ugh. I might regret this, but screw it. Since you're stuck in this form, I don't want you out there in the elements. I have a spare bedroom you can use, but the second you're back to human status, you're replacing the mattress and sheets."
The wolf huffs and steps forward, stepping on the green button. "Yes."
"Good. And just so you know, I'm giving you a month. If you haven't changed back by then, we're calling your pack." The wolf's ears twitch and you grin, pushing yourself to stand. "Alright, so I'm hungry. What do you think about eating and just settling in? I'll program more buttons tomorrow, but for now I'll keep it to yes or no questions."
The wolf nods, licking his chomps.
As you start heading towards the kitchen, you hesitate. "Oh, wait! I don't even know your name. Or should I just call you Wolfie for now?"
The wolf barks, brushing past you and you laugh as he goes.
Day to day with a strange werewolf is bound to be interesting.
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Over the course of the month with Wolfie, you find that you quite like his company even though the only way he can speak with you is through the buttons or tiles of the alphabet that he steps on to spell out something. Of course, getting used to his presence took a few days- days that left you embarrassed beyond belief when you accidentally flashed him your underwear after waking up and walking downstairs in nothing but a shirt and underwear to brew your coffee.
Wolfie, who eventually spelled out that his name was Derek, took to roaming your property while you worked with the dogs. He avoided the veterinarian when she stopped by to give everyone a check-up, and then avoided the two teenage boys who the veterinarian sent your way to clean the kennels since they needed volunteer hours for their college applications.
During the day you took care of your animals with the help of two teenage boys, taking pictures to add to your website in hopes of adopting the little furballs out. You even made flyers which the boys took into town, taping them around town and leaving them at places of establishment.
And then at night, you made dinner for you and Derek who quickly made himself comfortable on the sectional in your living room after promising to replace anything he ruined.
When the month officially ends, Derek is stubborn about keeping mum about his pack. And every time you mention it, Derek trots over to the yellow button to press it. Stay. He won't tell you anything about his pack, so you don't know where to start looking for them and you really don't want to inform your family.
But then halfway into the second month, two men that appear in their early twenties walk into Lucky Dog Rescue and you know Derek must know them by the way he perks up from his position by the front desk.
The paler individual of the two spots Derek, his eyes widening as he makes a beeline for him which forces his brown skinned companion to quickly follow. You smile at them, especially when one of them kneels in front of Derek to meet his gaze and Derek sniffs before turning his head.
"Hi," you greet them, walking over. "Can I help you guys?"
The brown skinned young man suddenly looks sheepish as he smiles at you. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about him," he says. "I'm Scott. My friend here is Stiles. I, uh, I saw a flier for this place at the vet clinic I work for and thought what you were doing was pretty awesome."
"Yeah." Your demeanor softens a little. "I've always loved animals so it was a no brainer about what I wanted to do when I had the means to do it."
"That's awesome." His smile is quite contagious, especially when he glances at Stiles and you see that Stiles is dead set on gaining Derek's attention. Even when Derek doesn't want to give it and keeps averting his attention. "Anyway, I looked up your website and saw some of the canines you had available. We saw the, uh, the wolfdog and thought we might inquire into whether or not he was up for adoption."
"Sorry, guys, but he is not. I'm actually trying to track down his family."
"What?!" Stiles yelps. Scott's eyes widen as he glances between you and his friend, and you shrug. "But- but he's ours!"
You arch an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"Then why does our furry little friend seem to want nothing to do with you?"
Stiles gapes as he glances back at Derek, gently tweaking one of his ears. "Come on, sourwolf, and let the nice lady know we're family."
Derek yawns in Stiles' face before getting up and trotting over to his mat of buttons. Then staring directly at Stiles, Derek steps on the red one. "No." Now both Stiles and Scott are gaping, and you're left trying to stifle your laughter.
"Derek!" Stiles snaps and you mentally perk up. So they know his name, huh. Maybe they are telling the truth. "This isn't funny. We need to get you home. We've been searching everywhere for you."
The turquoise button is pressed next. "Bitch."
You slap a hand too little too late over your mouth after a laugh has escaped and you shrug when Scott and Stiles stare at you. "He's, uh, he's really intelligent and I've been using the buttons to communicate with him," you tell him. "The bitch button was for shits and giggles. He's never used it until now though."
Stiles' eyes narrow while glancing back at Derek. "I hope she gave you a flea bath," he hisses.
You start to giggle and walk around the counter, giving up the act. "Alright, Derek, game's over. I know you know them because if not, you would have already pressed the purple button until I locked myself back up at the house."
"Purple button?" Scott asks. "What's the purple say?"
Derek refuses to press it, so Stiles does. "Danger."
"He's only pressed it twice since he's been here, but fortunately they were false alarms." Scott and Stiles nod, and you grin. "So which one of you is the werewolf?"
They both freeze. "You know?" Stiles asks.
"Yep. Perks of growing up as the only human in a pack," you tell them. "I could tell Derek wasn't a wolfdog like I was told, so when he wasn't thrashing in his crate or trying to attack me when he was let out, I took a chance on him. However, as a human, I can't tell who's who." Stiles continues to gape and Scott nervously shifts from foot to foot. Then while trying not to appear intimidating, Scott lets his eyes flash red. You smile at him before bowing your head slightly in respect for him. "Welcome, alpha."
"Hi. You don't know how much we appreciate you looking after Derek. It's been hell trying to track him down."
"Well I'm glad you found my flier and website. He says he's stuck, but he wanted to wait the curse out in hopes of transforming back. I gave him a month, but he's been a stubborn little shit and refused to tell me anything about his pack since then."
"Yep. Sounds like Derek," Stiles says, standing up while glaring at him. "So, uh, since he technically can't be adopted out, can we just take him?"
"Yeah! Sorry," you chuckle. And then when you glance back down at Derek, you're hit with a wave of emotion that makes your eyes sting. Laughing at yourself, you squat down and raise a hand to rub at the side of his neck. "So this is goodbye, huh? I didn't actually think it would suck this bad." Derek steps towards you, headbutting you. You smile softly. "Maybe I should have made you stay out here instead of inside my home. I think I got attached."
Derek steps back, but before he leaves he steps over to the buttons one last time. While glancing at you, he steps on the pink. "Friend."
You slowly smile and give him a nod. "Always."
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The days drag on after Derek's departure, so you throw yourself into work.
Surprisingly, you manage to adopt out five dogs- the husky, the French Bulldogs, and the Corgi. Those five are quickly replaced and then word must have traveled about Lucky Dog Rescue because you start receiving visitor after visitor, and dog after dog find their forever home.
When you're able to start hiring employees, the number of dogs in the shelter steadily rises. The shelter can only hold up to fifty dogs, yet the most dogs you've had at one time is twenty-eight.
Then when work starts to slow and you settle into an easy routine, your days with Derek haunt you. Especially at night when you grew accustomed to having him join you on the sofa or trotting around your house, and now it's complete silence. Sometimes you missed him so much that you thought about asking around for an alpha Scott to see if they ever returned Derek to his human self, but then you thought better of it. He'd reach out if and when he wanted to.
So instead, you adopted.
You adopt a Basset Hound that had been surrendered to your shelter because the owners were moving and couldn't take Beau with them, and he won your heart over almost immediately.
Beau liked to go on walks every now and then, but he most enjoyed curling up on the couch with you or curling up on his bed under the front desk down at the shelter while you were working.
One day, while it's slow and your employees are taking care of the dogs in the back, you sit down on the floor in front of the front counter to play fetch with Beau. He's enjoying chasing a tennis ball and then playing keep away with it. You don't notice when the front door jingles to signify a possible client, but you do notice when Beau whines and runs behind the counter.
Gaping at your dog, you shake your head in disbelief at him. "Some guard dog you are, punk." There's a deep chuckle and you glance up at the stranger- the very handsome stranger, actually- and quickly climb to your feet. "Hi. Sorry about that. Welcome to Lucky Dog Rescue. What can I do for you?"
The dark haired man shrugs, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "I believe I owe you a new mattress. And my thanks."
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Derek Hale. It's nice to finally speak with you." You gape at the man standing before you before you snap out of your stupor and rush forward. But before you can touch him, you freeze.
"Uhhh… is it weird that I want to hug you right about now?"
"Not at all." He pulls his hands from his pockets, spreading his arms, and you readily latch on to him. He chuckles as you laugh in glee. "So I see the shelter is doing good."
"It is! Yeah."
As you pull back from the embrace, he asks, "Is Beau yours or…?"
"Mhm. Mine," you tell him. You walk around the counter to drag Beau back out, intent on making him greet Derek so he knows he's not a threat. "Kind of got used to having a companion in my house that I learned pretty fast it sucks living alone." Derek squats and holds his hand out, smiling as you coo at Beau and assure him that the big cuddly werewolf doesn't mean either of you any harm. "So did you guys get everything squared away? Did you find who cursed you in your wolf form?"
"We did. Scott doesn't like to use violence, so it took us a while to broker a treaty with some witches that were looking to settle in Beacon Hills."
You wince. "Witches are sneaky. I hope you worded the treaty very carefully."
"We knew exactly what they were after. It's what everyone's after and why Beacon Hills is a beacon for the supernatural," he says. "The treaty wasn't one necessarily for peace. It was a treaty stating that if they stepped foot back in our territory, all niceties go out the window and the pack is allowed to attack."
"Good."
Derek nods. "And on another note, I actually came in to adopt."
You perk up. "Really?!"
"Yeah. I've been checking your website and I saw the Corso was still here."
"Yes." You sigh sadly. "Everyone likes to look at him and get his hopes up. He's just too big for anyone to care for around here."
"Well then I guess it's a good thing I have the means to care for him."
You slowly grin. "Does this mean I get picture updates of him?"
"I will bring him by whenever you want. Or you can drop by my place and even bring Beau along. We can have a… playdate of sorts for the dogs."
"A playdate for the dogs, huh?"
Derek smiles. "And maybe the owners if Beau's mom is up to it."
"Oh. I'm pretty sure Beau's mom is up for it." You laugh. "But before we can go on those playdates, we need to get you your pup."
"Dante. His name's going to be Dante."
"Nice." You then gesture for him to follow you to the back. "Let's go get Beau's new friend Dante then."
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Easy On The Eyes - Derek Hale x Reader
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Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Prompt: Because I need a break from other stuff.
Warning: (No Stiles’ were hurt during the making of this fan fiction I love you Stiles :’C) None really just cute shit and awkward and sweet Derek Hale.
Description: You got caught up in the fight between the McCall pack and the Dread Doctors a year ago and now you have something to tell the pack but soon after, everything started going according to your plan...well except the mate part.
ENJOY!!!!
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You sat next to Lydia, your hand in hers as Scott stared at the floor with a look of deep thought. Everyone else in the room was silent as they wrapped there head around everything you had just said. You knew it was a lot for someone to take in but they needed to know from you…not from Melissa once you couldn’t walk and she had to get you a carer.
“Why didn’t you tell us from the start…Y/N the things you’ve been doing and getting involved in…you could’ve died…” Scott looked up sadly and you let your eyes fall to the floor in shame.
“I found out last year…after the dread doctors…I thought it was because…Theo threw me into that pipe…but it wasn’t.” Stiles shot a furious glare at Theo who was staring at the floor with guilt.
“Stop it Stiles. If he hadn’t done that I wouldn’t of found out for years or until I couldn’t walk one day. I’m actually grateful for that injury but I don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life…I want you to turn me while I’m strong enough to survive.” You asked with determination all over your face making sure he knew you had thought about it.
“I don-Are you sure?” Scott asked seriously but before you could say anything Derek let out a huff before speaking up.
“Why the hell are you hesitating? She’s ill Scott! With all due respect if she didn’t want it she wouldn’t of asked.” Derek snapped and your eyes shot up to his face in surprise. You and Derek only met shortly after the Anuk-ite attack due to joining Scott shortly after the dread doctors when they saved you from Theo and his band of merry chimera’s.
Derek was quiet but polite enough despite that Stiles calls him sourwolf, however you found him calming to be around. He didn’t speak to you much but he was always looking out for the pack since he’d been back even the members that were new. It helped that he wasn’t too bad to look at with his black stubble, piercing pale green eyes and god like body.
“Woah there sourwolf! Calm your shit. Scott is obviously going to do it if she wants the bite.” Stiles huffed sassily as he stood to get all up Derek’s face.
“Stiles sit your cute little ass down!” Lydia snorted as she grabbed Stiles’ top dragging him back down to his seat at the other side of her.
“Aww you think my ass is cute.” Stiles preened happily as she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.
“When would you like to do it?” Scott asked with a sad smile.
“It’s not like we need to arrange it Scott. You have fangs and I have my body wherever we are.” You snorted with a teary laugh earning a laugh from everyone including the parents of the pack which had been pretty quiet until now.
“Where would you feel most comfortable?” Scott asked with a little more humour this time.
“We can do it at the loft?” Derek suggested absently making you smile at him brightly.
“Why would she want to do it at your grubby loft Derek…seriously are you feeling okay today? She needs to be somewhere more sterile.” Stiles grumbled sarcastically and his dad let out a sigh before smacking Stiles round the back of his head.
“Hey that child abuse!” Stiles screeched and his dad raised his brows.
“You’re over 18…technically its just plain old abuse. Though I’m sure the Sheriff will let me off with a warning.” He informed him with a smirk as Stiles just gaped at him.
“I would actually like to do it at the loft it’s the most secluded place so if I lose control we’re far enough from people that one of your can stop me.” You commented reasonably.
“Good point. Since its winter break we have time to help you learn control before your back at Yale.” Scott replied causally and you suddenly went silent, frozen in place.
“I’m not going back to Yale I’m transferring to the same school as you Scott.” Suddenly Melissa’s voice was booming.
“Like hell you’re giving up Yale! Why would you want to transfer!? You got into a blue collar school on full scholarship honey…” Melissa looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
“Because I’m not happy there! I’m too far away…everyone at that school is either a genius or an asshole! I hate it I miss my pack…I was an orphan before this and now I have a whole family…I don’t want to be away from you guys.” You muttered sadly as you stared up at the closest person you had to a mother these days.
“Are you that miserable there?” She asked, guilt written all over her face.
“Yes…” You muttered slowly and she just nodded before walking over to you and dragging you up to wrap her arms around you.
“Okay honey.” Melissa whispered soothingly into your hair as you clung to her like a life line.
“I would like to do it tomorrow…my health isn’t too bad right now but that could change on any given day and I don’t wanna risk it.” You stated calmly as Melissa pulled away from you and everyone nodded quietly.
The rest of the night was perfect, you all had dinner while talking about classes and how relationships were going. Malia and Scott were still together, Lydia and Stiles were going strong, Mason and Corey are enjoying their first year at college together. Melissa was still seeing Chris surprisingly, Noah was still single but you’d told him about the new owner of the diner that found the Sheriff attractive earning a groan from Stiles and a laugh from everyone else.
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You stared at the loft doors with serious determination, your heart racing a mile a minute as your fingers twitched against the cold hard metal handle. You nod to yourself as you yanked the door open to see Derek and Scott stood around the table in the lofts entrance.
You gave Scott a small smile before sending a nod to Derek in thanks for letting you use the loft. Scott gave you a sad smile in return like he was giving you some sort of death sentence but for you it was going to be a better life.
“Are you sure?” Scott asked on last time as you lifted your top so Scott could bite your abdomen.
“Yes I’m sure.” You huffed with a humoured smile as Derek let out a growl.
“Okay I got it Derek. Jeez you’re really demanding for a beta.” Scott snorted playfully before he bent down and bit your waist gently. You heard yourself let out a scream but after that everything went black.
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“-she’ll wake up soon just stop pacing.” You heard a voice say at the side of you but you couldn’t open your eyes.
“I know but it’s been 24 hours Scott this isn’t normal…They either get stronger or get weaker…I’ve never seen someon—her heart rate changed…Y/N?” It was Scott and Derek.
You sniffed the air and suddenly the scent of something hit your nose and you eyes shot open. You sat up and looked at Scott with a frown. You stood up cautiously and began sniffing Scott which made his eyes widen. You frown as you realised as much as you could tell he was your Alpha that wasn’t what smelt so good.
You head spun round instantly and you eyes locked with Derek. It was him…why did he smell so good? You thought absently as you turned around completely and walked over to him. His eyes flashed blue at you making your flash in return.
“You smell so good…” You whispered as you started circling him as you smelt his body.
“Derek what the hell is happening?” Scott muttered with wide eyes from across the room.
“I may have failed to mention I was 98% certain she’s my mate…but only when your wolves can you detect it from both sides…” Derek chuckled awkwardly as he blushed under your constant attentions but never moved away.
“Mate?” You perked up at the word and nuzzled against Derek’s neck as he allowed you to hang off his neck like a monkey as you practically climbed him like a tree.
“Okay this is because she’s a new wolf…she’ll learn to control it eventually…maybe I should go until she can control it?” Derek whispered and you instantly started growling.
“Mine.” You snapped as Scott tried to approach.
“I have zero intention of stealing Derek, Y/N you can keep him.” Scott muttered as he got closer but the second he took one step you launched, so before you could make contact, Scott let out an almighty roar than made even Derek’s knee’s wobble as you cowered low to the ground.
You blinked and suddenly felt a little more yourself thought you could still smell how good Derek smelt but now you knew better than to climb a man you barely knew like he was Mount Everest. You looked at Derek in horror and then at Scott with an exasperated look to why he let you climb Derek before doing his alpha roar.
“S-Sorry Derek I d-didn’t mean to do that…” You stuttered until you remembered what he’d said.
“It’s okay…I get the urges but I’m a born wolf so…I can control it. I’m sorry I should’ve told you before you took the bite but…your health…” Derek looked so guilty so when you started laughing he looked…shocked wasn’t a word that could do his face justice.
“You don’t have to apologise…you being my mate would’ve just been another reason for me to turn. What girl in the world doesn’t fantasies about having one man or in this case werewolf made to be her perfect match? It helps that you’re easy on the eyes and have a six pack.” You joked and Scott looked horrified by what you had said like you said the wrong thing but suddenly Derek started laughing and Scott looked even more worried and you suddenly remembered this was the first time you’d seen the older man laugh and it was the most beautiful thing you think you’d ever seen.
“You broke Derek.” Scott snorted as Derek finally stopped laughing.
“Shut up Scott.” Derek grumbled and suddenly he was back to his usual stoic self.
“Yeah Scott shut up.” You teased as Scott’s phone started ringing. The second he answered you heard Melissa’s voice over the phone asking his a million questions.
“She’s awake mom. Yes you can come over.” Scott huffed as his mother hung up so she could make her way over.
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Within twenty minutes the whole pack was in the loft with smiles but all the new smells made you uneasy so you involuntarily moved closer to Derek and you almost thought you’d gotten away with it too but Lydia’s voice echoed through the loft and everyone was looking.
“What was that?” She sassed as she pointed between you and Derek.
“What was what?” You muttered innocently as you fought the urge to creep closer to Derek again.
“You know what. You moved closer to Derek. Scott’s your alpha and we’ve known you longer…yet you moved closer to the one wolf you know less than anyone in this pack.” Lydia stated like she had you pegged.
“No I did not.” You scoffed as your eyes flickered to Derek who looked strangely amused.
“You just gonna stand there and let this interrogation ensue? I will take you down with me.” You hissed softly and he just smirked, his arms crossing defiantly.
“I’m Derek’s mate. He hid it from us.” You threw him straight under the metaphorical bus and he looked terrified.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” Derek grumbled as everyone stared at them in shock.
“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna help me. Some mate you are.” You huffed with a childish glare and suddenly Derek let out a whine and your eyes shot open fully.
“Aww I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.” You sighed sadly and he nodded with a blush on his face.
“Sourwolf has been tamed…It’s a miracle.” Stiles cheered sarcastically and Lydia slapped his arm scoldingly.
“Why does everyone think its okay to slap me?” Stiles whined with an exasperated sigh.
“Because you never learn to keep your mouth closed.” Lydia sasses back making Stile shrink instantly.
“Congratulations if anyone deserves a mate in this world its you dear nephew.” Peter stated with a sad smile.
“I don’t know much about wolves but I’d say we should probably leave them to talk about it together…alone. Let’s go you supernatural young adults and fellow pack parents.” Melissa shouted sassily as she round everyone up but not before pulling you into a motherly hug.
“I’m happy this went better than anyone had expected. I like Hale, he’s loyal and in this world that all I can ask for you. I know I didn’t give birth to you but I have loved being a mother figure for the short year you were still a kid…” Melissa whispered softly, tears in her eyes as she wiped the already fallen ones from your face.
“I could be 30 and you’d still be the only person I’d ever consider a mother. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” You sobbed happily as she pulled you into another hug.
“I’m kind of glad you’re coming home. I’ve missed you…Scott wont let me paint his nails.” Melissa chuckled humorously before pulling away.
“Me too…I love you.” You muttered through a laugh.
“I love you too kiddo. Also Chris got back from France while you were sleeping. He brought you a present.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she turned to leave.
“Someone’s trying to earn brownie points?” You giggled and she shot you a wink before leaving out the loft door, Scott pulling it shut as he turned green with disgust as he tried to ignore what he’d just heard.
The second everyone had driven off you turned to Derek with shy smile. You had no idea how you supposed to act now everyone was gone. He was your mate but you barely knew one another and that was evident by how still Derek was.
“Was it hard not acting on your impulses?” You whispered as you resisted the urge to reach for him.
“Very…It doesn’t help that you’re so sweet to everyone…” Derek grumbled and you frowned softly as if asking what he meant but he shook his head.
“If we’re going to be mates…maybe should be more open with each other?” You suggested gently and Derek let out a sigh but nodded in agreement.
“When other wolves or supernaturals come near you…my wolf see’s them as competition…since we’re not completely mated.” He admitted awkwardly.
“S-So if I hugged Liam?” You asked nervously and Derek let out a growl in reply earning a smile from you.
“Okay…got it. How do we mate completely?” You asked curiously making Derek’s eyes widen.
“Exchanging bites…during a full moon…usually done during…ya know.” Derek flung his hands around like you knew what he meant and you caught on pretty quick but you didn’t let him know you just turned your head to the side looking at him innocently.
“I’m going to hell.” Derek groaned and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.
His eyes shot up at the sound when he finally realised you knew what he meant. He shot you a glare, his arms crossing angrily as he stared you down. You gave a sweet smile in return, as you approached him slowly. He froze as you got closer as if he was trying to stop himself from touching you.
“I’m not that innocent Derek. You mean we need to bite one another whilst in the midst of some passionate full moon sex?” You snickered and Derek flushed but nodded in reply.
“Sounds kinky.” You giggled as you chest your chest against at Derek’s arms that were still folded.
“Once we mate…we’re together forever… you understand that right? If one of us dies then other will likely have to be put down…” Derek spoke seriously and your eyes widened at his words.
“W-Why?” You whispered fearfully.
“Because its documented that the few mates that have lost their other half go feral…but most mates die at the same time of old age usually.” Derek stated sadly as he reached for you only to pull back at the last second.
“Oh…well don’t die on me then.” You whispered with mild humour but mostly seriousness.
“C-Can I…never mind.” Derek huffed under his breath.
“Kiss me? Hug me?” You asked as he blushed.
“I’m so down for either.” You added and his eyes widened momentarily before softening.
Instead of words Derek’s arms circled your waist as his lips pushed against yours with a firm yet loving pressure that made your wolf howl. You gripped his t-shirt as his right hand cupped your cheek so gently you hardly believed it was the same, full shifting vicious black wolf that you’d seen in battle, yet it was. As he pulled away you let out a little whine before sending him a pout which made him smile happily.
“Yeah…nope…you’re gonna have to bring that right back on in here wolf man.” You stated as you pulled him down, Derek smiled into the kiss but happily obliged with you commanding request.
“Yep you’ve ruined me. Never letting you out my paws now.” You chuckled sweetly and Derek shook his head at your confidence before placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Come on its only 8 how about I take you out for dinner?” Derek asked, a smirk slipping onto his face as his eyebrow raised in a playful way.
“Are you asking me on a date Derek Hale?” You giggled equally as playful.
“If you call the local Italian place a date.” Derek muttered with a slight blush on his face.
“Let’s go DerBear.” You giggled as you skipped towards you door.
“Yeah that’s not gonna be a thing.” Derek grumbled as he grabbed his keys.
“Mhmm yeah it is my lovely mate.” You argued as you ran off ahead of him.
You knew this was just the beginning for you and Derek but you couldn’t help the amount of affection you could already feel for the older man. He was sweet with you which probably helped since you knew he wasn’t one to be over affectionate even with Scott who he loves like a brother but you couldn’t help but be happy it was only you who could have him like this.
You couldn’t wait to find out what your lives had in store for you and your mate.
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specialagentlokitty · 10 months
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Derek hale x Sister!reader - my sister
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Hi so this is the request I try to send you before through the inbox. I wanted to know if you could write a Derek Hale x big sister reader where the reader is very very protective like almost overprotective of him ( he could be her anchor )and I wanted to see how the whole pack would react to that because everyone know that Derek can take care of himself and also that he's very strong, they don't really understand why the reader is so protective over him and then someone explain why she so protectives over him ( it could be Chris, Peter, Noah or even Deaton) and that since the fire it got a little bit more worse. Please, I love how you write the siblings bond that I read on your blog. Sorry it's very long - @bakakara666💜
Looking at your little brother come limping into the loft, you pointed to the couch and he sat down, watching as you wondered away.
Everyone else filed in behind Derek, Scott a little injured but nowhere near as bad as Derek was, and they watched as you came back over.
You dragged the coffee table over and sat in front of Derek, taking his arm in yours as you wordlessly tended to his wounds.
“Doesn’t he know how to do that himself…?” Stiles whispered.
“Of course he does idiot.” Peter hissed.
Peter looked at you carefully tending to your brothers wounds and he sighed softly.
“Then why is (Y/N) doing it?” Lydia asked.
You glared at them all, and Peter ushered the into a different part of the loft while you carried on helping your brother.
“What happened?” You asked.
“Hunters, nothing serious don’t worry.”
You nodded your head very slowly, and began to clean the wounds on his other arm.
“How’s your side?” You asked.
“Healing, it should be mostly healed now.” He said.
You nodded again.
Derek looked down at you, your tired eyes focusing carefully on what you were doing and he sighed a little bit.
“You don’t have to do this.” He said.
“Yes I do.”
Derek reached up, grabbing your wrist in his hand and stopped you, forcing you to turn your attention up to him.
“You don’t. It’ll heal.”
“I have to do this Derek.”
You both stared at one another for a few moments before he slowly let go of your wrist, letting you go back to looking after him.
“Are they still alive?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
You tossed everything into a bag and set it aside, standing up, you began to walk towards the door.
“(Y/N) don’t!”
Everyone else came out of the room to see you standing in front of the doors to the loft, yellow eyes fixated on the door.
“(Y/N).” Peter warned.
You glared at him.
“Leave it, they’re not worth it.” Derek said.
You slowly turned around, your yellow eyes staring into his blue ones.
“They hurt you. That’s all the do. Hurt.” You growled.
“And we handled it they’re not coming back. It’s fine.”
Derek walked over and he placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Don’t do it…” he whispered.
Gazing at your brother, you sighed, letting your eyes return to normal as you nodded and walked away to properly clean up.
Derek sighed heavily as he looked at you.
“What would she have done…?” Alison whispered.
“She would’ve ripped every hunter she came across to bits without thinking twice about it.” Derek said.
“So she’s dangerous? Great!” Stiles scoffed.
Derek turned around, grabbing stiles by the shirt and pulled him of his feet a little bit while everyone called for him to stop.
“My sister is not dangerous.” Derek growled.
He dropped stiles, shoving him back a few steps.
“Don’t ever call her that again.”
With that, Derek stormed away and when you noticed you went after him, calling his name.
Stile turned to Peter.
“What the hell is his problem?” Stiles asked.
Peter glared at Stiles.
“He doesn’t have a problem you called his sister, by niece, dangerous of course he’s going to be pissed.”
“Why is (Y/N) so protective of Derek?” Lydia asked.
Peter glanced towards the stairs then gestured to the couch, so everyone went to sit down and he stood in front of them all, arms crossed over his chest.
Upstairs you were sat with Derek, your hand in his as you both just sat silently.
“She’s always been protective of him. Older than him by 5 years, (Y/N) always felt the need to look after Derek. If he fell, she was there, scared, upset, angry she was right there for it all.”
Peter sat down on the table like you did.
“They were incredibly close. After the fire she became more protective, she had lost everyone aside from him.”
Peter glanced to the stairs again before looking at them.
“Derek is protective of her, sure. But she would bring this whole town to its knees if she had to just to keep him safe. (Y/N) can’t loose anymore of her family, it would tear her apart.”
Everyone nodded their heads.
“That’s why she was going to go find those hunters, right?” Scott asked.
“Exactly, she’d have killed them if Derek hadn’t stopped her. He’s the only one who can keep her temper in check, so remember that when you’re trying to get him arrested again.”
You stood up, placing your hand on Derek’s shoulder as you turned around to look at him.
“You’re okay, right?” You asked.
“I’m fine, I promise. Don’t worry about it’s nothing.”
You nodded your head a little and walked over to the window to look outside.
“Next time I’m coming with you.”
Derek glanced at you and said nothing about it because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop you.
If you wanted to go you would, and he knew there was absolutely no way that he could stop you from doing it, all he could do was stop you from trying to kill anyone who hurt him
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velvetcloxds · 1 year
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Oh Monique I have another one for ⏰WE WON'T BE SLEEPING- (IM SORRY YOU KNOW IM ONLY GONNA BE REQUESTING FOR DER😭) but I’m in such a soft mood for this not sleeping but in bed maybe on vacation (it’s ok if not) with Der and it’s all cold outside and it’s just all intimate cuddling under the covers shdjfh🥺
RISK | D.H.
word count: 1k (didn't I say baby blurbs? smh)
warning: age gap, part of our little dilfy derek world, they're like unclothed after previous activities, definitely a little more suggestive than you wanted sdgh
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The room of the quint motel room was quiet, the only sounds filling the air were the combined breathing of you and Derek as you stared at the paint cracks in the ceiling. His finger was brushing up and down your arm from where his hand crawled up from beneath you, your hand drawing the faintest shapes on his bare chest as you tried to swallow a smile, the content that filled your body making your nerves vibrate with happiness.
It was Eli's idea to send the two of you away for a little romantic getaway once summer break rolled around, he was left in the loving and teenager-friendly hands of Melissa while the two of you booked into a motel upstate, closer to the forest, just like you preferred it. Your relationship had been developing far quicker than either of you expected and though you were happy with the little instant family you'd found, it was definitely good to have some alone time again, even just for a little while.
"Do you think Melissa is doing okay?" you pondered out loud, having spent a few too many minutes worrying about Eli being too much for her to handle, she might have survived a Scott, but surviving an Eli was a different story. "Like do you think we should call to check in?"
"I think she's fine," he breathed, the smile on his lips was a familiar one, one he couldn't control as easily as the others, it was because this family thing came so easily to you that it made his heart soar every time. "We can call him tomorrow if you want," he knew you would want to, knew that as new as being in Eli's life was to you, it was a role you filled perfectly.
"Sorry," you were shy in responding to that, shifting to lean onto his chest more, taking the sheet with you to create a layer between your bodies, cheeks warming and making you feel slightly silly as he raised a brow at you. "I just feel a little bad stealing his dad from him for so long," he cupped your cheek, always eager to have a hand on you in some way, basking in the look of bliss that you couldn't hide even if you tried.
"I'm sure he doesn't mind," he noted, thumb brushing a fallen lash from your cheekbone, humming when you leaned into the touch, a little hint of pride circling his stomach that you reacted to him so naturally. "As I know him, I don't think sending us away was just for our benefit alone," fair enough, you thought, he was a teenager after all. "Now why don't we stop worrying about things back home and enjoy our time together instead," his suggestion was paired with a soft smirk, far too little of a gesture to make your spine tingle as it did. "You tired yet?" you shook your head, but he could tell it wasn't completely true, your heartbeat gave you away.
"Maybe a little," your admission was followed by a small yawn, his eyes softening as you brought a hand up to cover it, never failing to look absolutely adorable doing the most mundane little things. "I don't want to go to sleep yet."
"That's risky," he teased, squeezing your waist gently, forcing you closer, practically moving you right on top of you as you rested your elbows on his chest to prop you up. "If you don't get enough sleep we risk having a grumpy girl in the morning."
"I think we should risk it," you replied quickly, stealing a quick kiss and smiling instantly when he smiled against your lips, not surprised when he stole a few more in return, pleased when you groaned lightly at him pulling away, head pushing back into the pillow to see you.
"You take many risks then, sweetheart?" he had a feeling that he knew what the answer would be, but he was eager to hear you say it even if he knew. You shook your head, raising a hand to his head, dragging your finger through his hair slowly, and thoughtfully, humming to yourself as you took him in.
"None," you admitted and you wanted to kiss him again he looked so sweet, so concentrated, taking in every word or lack thereof as he waited ever patiently for you to finish. "My biggest risk was saying yes when you asked me out," you explained with a smile, just the thought of everything the two of you'd faced since then was enough to make your heart skip around in your chest. "Dating an older guy with a kid and a reputation?" you shook your head in faux seriousness. "Risky business."
"You think it paid off?" his arms circling your body were answer enough, the sheet slipping away in the process leaving you chest to chest and earning yet another flash of heat in your cheeks.
"I'm not sure yet," you bit your lip to hide the smirk that begged to tilt into your face, managing the perfect look of innocence as you locked eyes with him.
"Oh?" he caught onto what you were doing right away, a smirk of his own on his lips as he flipped the two of you over, almost breaking when your giggles filled the room, hands grasping his shoulders as your eyes softened even more, if possible. "Guess I need to show you what I'm good for?"
"Again?"
"Well, trouble, you said you didn't want to sleep," your giggles grew louder as his lips brushed over your jawline, lowering in their well-known torturingly slow pace down your neck and taking a little detour across your shoulder blade, a sensation that tickled through your entire body. When he looks up with a devilish grin hidden behind the kindest and most loving eyes, you knew, though you'd never doubted it before, that the risk most definitely paid off.
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romancevoid · 8 months
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may i ask for promp 12 with Derek ? 🙏
𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.
requested prompt 12 — “keep on biting your lip, princess, i dare you.”
thank you for the request doll! hope you enjoy <3 Xx
ᴄᴀꜱᴛ: ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ Qᴜɪʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ꜱᴍᴜᴛ!, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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YOU HAD BEEN TOO FOCUSED ON YOUR HOMEWORK GIVEN TO YOU BY YOUR COLLEGE PROFESSORS. you were seated on the couch with your laptop sitting on your lap, your entire attention on the screen in front of you. laying on the couch beside you was your boyfriend of a few years, derek, with a book in front of him.
every so often you could feel his eyes watching you concentrate on your work. you ignored him anytime you felt his burning stare. what you didn’t know was every time you bit down on your lip, it made him think such raunchy things. despite the action being completely innocent as you bit your lip in concentration, derek didn’t find it at all innocent.
his eyes often closed in on the pink flesh being stuck between your pearly whites, your own eyes focused on the work in front of you. the sight alone made him think of your lips wrapped around his thick cock, taking him so well like the perfect girl you are to him.
he was getting turned on by such the simple action he could feel himself tightening against his pants. the blood rush straight to his member as more thoughts filled his mind. he wanted you completely naked, your legs spread wide opened as he ate you out like a starved beast. he wanted to pound into your tight, warm delicious walls as the place was just for him and him only.
“i can feel you staring at me… creep.” you teased, having enough of his eyes staring holes into you. your stare stayed in your work but you had a smirk on your face.
he gave a hearty chuckle, closing his book and tossing it on the floor while remaining laid back. “i can’t help it, you’re incredibly beautiful.” he pushed himself up and toward you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “so fucking beautiful.” he whispered in a seductive tone, sending shivers down your spine.
“i need to focus, der…” you tried warning him until his lips left wet, warm kisses on the side of your neck.
“the way you kept biting your lip got me so turned on baby,” he practically moaned, pushing your work aside and turning your head so you were looking into his dark, lustful eyes. “i need to fuck you, have my cock pounding into you.”
“derek!” you yelled in a whisper, shocked by his such dirty talk though it was quite the turn on for you. and he absolutely knew it as well.
he feigned an innocent look except the curl of the corners of his lips gave away the complete opposite. “i also keep thinking about how you would look on your knees in front of me, your perfect pink lips all wrapped around me.”
his words were sending jolts of tingles and desire straight down to your core. your panties were beginning to dampen, the smell of your arousal perking up the wolf inside him. knowing the simple action of biting down on your lip turned him on this intensely, maybe you could use it to your advantage.
and you most certainly were.
“sweetheart…” he growled as you bit down on your lip, fluttering your eyes innocently at him. “don’t tease.”
“or what? what will you do? hmm…” you hummed, straddling his pelvis carefully while your fingers played with the ends of his dark locks. “bend me over? spank me? c’mon derek, what will you really do?”
his eyes flashed their ruby red, his muscles beginning to tremble in intense desire. his aching cock was being painful restrained by his jeans, making him get closer to just ripping them off along with your clothes.
“is that what you want, baby? to punish you?” his voice deepened, his hand snaking up to your throat as he choked you lightly. you moaned at the action, eyes fluttering shut as he bucked his hips up into yours. the moment you bit back down on your lip again nearly sent him feral.
“keep on biting your lip, princess, i dare you.” he warned, bring his thumb to your bottom lip where he pulled it down from between your teeth. “because i will fuck you until you can’t walk for a week… maybe even longer.”
“then do it, fuck me and make me yours.”
that was all he needed.
it wasn’t long until the two of you were in your guys’ bedroom, clothes scattered all around the room. he had you pinned beneath him, his face buried between your legs as his lips sucked hungrily on your swollen clit.
your hands fisted the sheets, unable to squirm against his mouth as his arms were wrapped tightly around your legs to keep you from moving from him. you held your moans back by keeping your lip between your teeth. though the way his lips sucked on your clit, the way his tongue worked wonders on you made it incredibly hard for you to keep quiet.
you gasped when his hand came down harshly on the side of your thigh. when your wide eyes met his, you knew it was a warning from biting on your lip again.
“listen to your alpha baby, stop biting down on that pretty lip of yours. let me hear you scream, let me hear how good i make you feel. yes?” he hummed, his thumb slowly circling against your clit making you jolt at his movements.
“yes alpha.” you breathed out, giving a shuddering moan when he kitten licked your aching bud.
he grinned at your submission, his wolf pleased by your answer. “good girl.” just like that he went diving back in eating you out so perfectly, you were seeing stars.
it wasn’t long until you could feel the familiar tightening burn in the pit of your stomach, signalling you were getting closer and closer to the edge. sensing your nearing orgasm, he sucked harshly on your clit only to pull back right before you hit your release.
“derek!” you cried in frustration. “what the hell?!”
“i want you coming all over my cock, baby. you will do that, okay?” he gently demanded, rubbing himself against your dripping folds.
you nodded eagerly, craving to feel him buried within your needy walls. “please fuck me.”
your mouth fell open as he suddenly pushed himself into your entrance, stretching you deliciously. he gave a few small gentle thrusts to get you comfortable. despite him being rough around all the edges, being so incredibly dominant, he was always so gentle and caring with you.
he needed you to be absolutely comfortable. to make sure you were still taken care of.
“look at you pretty girl, hugging my cock so well. you belong to me, yes?” you nodded at his words, your eyes rolling back as you moaned in agreement.
it wasn’t long until he was pounding relentlessly into you, his hips smacking roughly against yours. he angled his hips to hit your g-spot repeatedly, intensifying the incredibly pleasure he was giving you. if felt as if he were hitting such pressure points inside you, sending warming tingles through your veins.
it was like you were on this electrifying burning flames that felt so good. the way his cock rubbed against your warm walls, the way his hands caressed your body and his lips littered kisses on your neck made it all more exhilarating.
you were so full with derek.
“derek, i’m close…” you whined, your nails digging into his skin. “don’t stop, oh god please don’t stop. feel so good.” you cried out as he kept up with his movements, bringing you closer and closer as well as himself.
“don’t you worry baby i got you.”
one particular hard thrust sent you tumbling over the edge, your walls pulsating around him as your orgasm crashed down. you buried your face into his neck, your arms holding onto him as if you life depend on it while he worked you through the intensity of your orgasm.
he fell apart as well, filling his entire seed into you. his thrusts were now grinding motions, working the both of you through your orgasms together.
“holy fuck…” you moaned.
he peppered gentle kisses all across your forehead, helping you come back down into reality. he carefully pulled himself out of you, making you hiss lightly from the over sensitivity. you let out a whine as the loss of contact until he had you pulled into his chest.
if there was one thing about you, it was he absolutely adored how clingy you seemed to get after he fucked you so well. he loved how you clung onto him, not wanting him a centimeter away from you.
“get some rest, baby, i’ll be right here when you wake up.” he murmured, his fingers softly tracing patterns into your shoulder blade.
“mmm i love you, derek.” you hummed tiredly, snuggling further into his chest.
“i love you more pretty girl.”
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hi sweetheart! hope this turned out okay :) my apologies for the long wait to get another one published, life has been so hectic and it’s been incredibly hard to get into the mindset to write! but i promise more imagines to come soon!
to everyone, be sure to check out my other derek hale works on my wattpad! a new chapter to my short story and a new imagine was recently published! most imagines there will NOT be posted here, and all of my books/series will remain on wattpad only.
see you all soon!
🤍🫧🧚🏻
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soulofapatrick · 9 months
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Loves Antidote - Derek Hale x Reader
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Summary: You were affected more than the others in the crypt during the events of ‘Weaponised’
Words: 1.2k 
Warnings: None
Y/N’s POV
I can hear Scott moving after Kira tells him what Stiles’ muffled voice yells. He’s reaching for the jar and moments later there’s a crash, I’m gasping for air, feeling like I can breathe finally. My vision is returning and my muscles are finally reacting to me but it’s slower than the others who are already up and on their feet, Malia by my side as she has to pull me to my feet while Scott gets the door open. 
I’m clinging to her, my legs struggling to move and Stiles is suddenly on my other side, the pair of them helping me regain the strength to stumble forwards with my weight being held by them. They’re leading me down the empty hallways of the high school, towards the exit where I can hear myriads of people talking, yelling and preparing for our exit. I know dad’s gonna be out there, Stiles knows he is too, as he’s the sheriff but I’m resisting as I don’t want him to see me like this. He has enough on his plate. 
“Y/N, please, you need help.” Stiles is urging, voice filled with concern. His grip around my ribs tightening, determination shining through his wide and worried eyes as I lull my head in his direction. I can hear Scott and Kira trying to find the others, checking on teachers and students alike while Stiles and Malia want to get me to Melissa who I can hear bustling about outside. I can hear dad too and there’s another voice. It sends my heart pounding and Malia is sending me a concerned look as she can hear how fast my heart is beating. 
I try to push the pain aside and focus on that voice, knowing he’s just outside. I want to get to him before I even think about Melissa and getting help. I need him. Together, the three of us stagger through the double doors, the taste of freedom so sweet and the sun temporarily blinds me but I can smell him. Three voices call my name: Dad, Melissa and him. The strange mixture of musk, something slightly spicy like oranges and vanilla fills my senses as my eyes try to adjust to the blinding brightness. My knees are giving in and I’m falling until the pair get a better grip on me. 
The sound of pounding feet feel like gunshots in my head but the scent of him coming closer and closer spurs me on, giving me the strength to push Stiles and Malia away. My already aching body collides with solid and strong arms are wrapping around me, the smell of him is almost overwhelming it’s so intoxicating. The cool and smooth leather of his jacket against my skin is a stark contrast to the feverish heat pulsating through my body. 
“Derek.” My voice cracks and sounds raw even to my own ears, Derek’s arms tightening protectively around me. The emotions radiating from him prickle my eyes and before I know it I’m burying my face in his shirt, trying to staunch the onslaught of tears. 
“Shhhh, it’s okay sweetheart,” Derek’s voice soothes, a gentle balm to my shattered nerves, his words washing over me like a healing salve. His arms providing a haven of safety and comfort as I cling to him like a lifeline, seeking solace in his unwavering presence. His lips pressing against my temple calms me even more, a tender kiss that ignites a flicker of hope within me. I can feel the softness of his touch, the warmth of his breath against my skin, and it’s as if the world narrows down to this single point of connection. 
As his hand moves in slow, gentle strokes, shooting down my hair, a sense of tranquility washes over me. It’s as if he’s leaving a sense of calm back into the frayed edges of my being, the tremors in my legs begin to subside and the fog surrounding my mind begins to dissipate. The ache and pain is still there and I still feel weak, like I’m going to collapse if Derek lets me go but I know he won’t, especially when the hand that was on my hair moves to cup my jaw, pad of his thumb gliding across my cheekbone gently, a surge of warmth and reassurance following it. 
I’m pushing myself away enough to meet those kaleidoscope eyes, seeing the depth of his concern and care reflected in them. It’s a silent understanding that passes between us, a recognition of the need for me to heal and the inability for my body to do it. And as his thumb continues its soothing motion, I feel that spark of hope ignited within me grow into a flame or two. 
Then, as if guided by an unspoken agreement, Derek is drawing me up into a kiss - a gentle and tender meeting of our lips. It’s a moment that transcends words, the kiss a conduit for my healing and I feel it. With each press of our lips, I can feel the ache slowly fading and my legs stand steadier, the weariness that had taken over my body replaced by something else. It’s sweet on my tongue as Derek’s arm around my waist pulls me closer and the one of my cheek tilts my head to deepen the kiss more. 
Our breaths mingle, a symphony of shared exhales that carry the weight of something new and something good. It’s in the event meeting of our mouths that I find solace, a sanctuary where healing takes root and blooms. The sensation of his lips moving against mine is electrifying and breathtaking all at once. 
Someone is clearing their throat, startling me and pulling me away from Derek, my eyes flickering open to find Dad standing there, a mixture of sternness and amusement playing across his features. While his words carry a reprimand, there’s a twinkle in his eyes that betrays his true feelings. The corners of my lips curling into a sheepish smile, and Derek’s arm remains securely around my waist.
“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough,” Dad asserts, his voice firm but indeed with an undertone of lightheartedness, “Those healing vein things have gone, none of that in front of me thank you.” 
I can’t help but let out a small chuckle, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection for Dad’s protectiveness. With a gentle squeeze of Derek’s hand, I start to disentangle myself from his embrace, though the warmth of his touch still lingers on my skin. Derek lets out a growl deep in his throat when Stiles moves towards me, his cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red as he clears his throat and squeaks out an embarrassed, “Sorry.” 
“Derek,” Dad turns his attention to the very embarrassed werewolf, “I want you to take her home and make sure she is okay. You do not leave her side until either Jordan or I come home, I want nothing like this to happen again.” 
“Yes Sir.” 
“Good lad.” 
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