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strangerstilinski · 9 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary; they say ‘showering together saves water’ or.. something like that.. right? otherwise known as, the one where sheer stupidity leads stiles into the shower with his very naked girlfriend. neither one of them is complaining about the turn of events.

warnings; no use of y/n, established relationship, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, handjobs, mentions of oral)

word count; +3k

a/n; i fear i'm going to be perpetually unhappy with this so i'm just biting the bullet and posting it and i'm camping so here it is an hour early!! — please be nice. if you’re interested in the original version cut from my Selenophiles series, you can find that here.

please think about leaving a comment/reblogging if you enjoy! i would appreciate either one to the actual ends of the earth.

Wrapped up in a softly hummed rendition of a song that had been rattling around in your brain all day, you didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or click shut again, not alerted to Stiles’ presence until his voice suddenly sounded just to the other side of the shower curtain.

“Hey.”

It was a simple greeting. Your boyfriend remaining entirely unaware as you flinched wildly in surprise and nearly slipped in the shower on the other side of the thin sheet of plastic that separated you.

“You mind if I brush my teeth real quick?” He asked.

Your heart was still pounding away in your chest from the scare but you forced out a breathy laugh as you reached for the shampoo.

“No, of course not,” You told him easily, “Why would I mind?”

Fingertips scrubbed at your scalp, the sounds of him already beginning to brush his teeth meeting your ears over the rush of the shower as he finally responded.

“I dunno,” He said, words garbled by the toothbrush and foam in his mouth, “You’re all.. naked, so-”

“Well that’s very noble of you,” You smiled softly to yourself, “But you really didn’t have to ask.”

“Noted.” He said through a mouthful of foam before spitting into the sink.

As you began to rinse suds from your hair, you heard the telltale clacking of his toothbrush against the side of the sink as he flicked beads of water away from the bristles. You were awaiting Stiles’ quick words of goodbye when there was a loud knock at the bathroom door.

“Stiles! You in the shower?” His father’s voice sounded loudly from the hallway.

Your heart thumped quick in your chest with sudden misplaced adrenaline and you found yourself poking your head outside of the shower curtain only to be greeted by Stiles already looking in your direction with wide brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah!” He called back weakly, gaze darting around the small room as if he might suddenly find a perfect place to hide.

“Does he not know I’m here?” You whispered sharply, brows pinched together in confusion.

“No.” Stiles hissed back, “I’m kind of a little bit grounded-”

“What?” You interrupted, still whispering despite your incredulity. “You’re grounded?”

“It’s an unspoken kind of thing but definitely implied and- And I didn’t think he’d be home ‘til late!” Stiles defended in an equally hushed whisper.

“Alright, well.. You mind if I just come in and grab the Asprin real quick?” Sheriff Stilinski's voice asked loudly.

Stiles’ eyes seemed to widen even further with a small squeak of distress, “Um-”

You threw the shower curtain open just enough to to fist your hand in the front of his shirt, yanking him forward until he stumbled and was forced to climb over the lip of the bathtub. The shower curtain was tugged back closed just as the doorknob turned and Stiles’ father cautiously peeked into the room through a cloud of steam.

Stiles was now the one standing directly under the spray of warm water, his pajamas quickly soaking through and plastering themselves to his body.

He was unable to help the way his eyes immediately dropped to the wet skin of your naked chest, but somehow, your instincts seemed to know exactly what was coming next because your hand found its way up to cover his mouth just before a soft groan could slip past his lips, the sound of it smothered by your palm.

“Sorry, my head’s killin’ me.” The Sheriff apologized as the medicine cabinet clicked open.

You uncovered Stiles’ mouth slowly and with caution, narrowing your eyes and tipping your head in a silent urge for him to formulate some sort of response. Brown eyes flicked between yours, his tongue poking out to wet his lips enticingly before he responded to his father.

“Nah, it’s cool, dad. Uh.. No biggie.”

Stiles’ eyes found their way to your naked chest yet again, bouncing back up to your face for a fraction of a second only for his gaze to fall back down to your breasts as if drawn there by an unstoppable force. His mind was decidedly blank, suddenly equipped with only enough brainpower to attempt to memorize the exact shade of your pert nipples in the soft light of the bathroom. A few beads of water from your hair curled their way around your collarbone, pooling in the small dip in your clavicle before welling over and cascading down to the swell of your breast.

You watched him swallow hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as the shower continued to spray against his fully-clothed back.

“Right. Well. G’night.” Sheriff Stilinski called out as the medicine cabinet slammed shut again.

The boy’s eyes snapped up to yours at the sharp sound, a pink flush creeping up his neck from either the warm steam of the shower, the sight of your naked body, or most likely some combination of the two.

“N-night, daddio-” Stiles replied in an admittedly high voice, shaking his head at his you in warning as he watched you pinch your lips between your teeth to hold back a laugh.

The bathroom door finally closed with a loud click and you let your head drop forward onto your boyfriend’s shoulder as you released a quiet giggle.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out.

“Sorry,” Stiles apologized, “For, uh, invading your shower.”

You lifted your head, “I quite literally pulled you in against your will.”

Stiles nodded, “Yeah. I, uh, I guess you did.”

You snorted softly in amusement and watched his eyes flick over your face in a slow trail. His gaze eventually found something of interest behind you and he seemed to hone in on it with a determined focus.

“What are you looking at?” You questioned quietly, craning your neck to examine the shower products on the shelf at your back before returning your gaze to the boy in front of you.

“I, uh.. Well. Literally, y’know.. Anything but your extremely naked body.” He choked out weakly.

A smile pulled at your lips and you inched forward to drag your hands lightly over the soaked-through cotton of his shirt, “There something wrong with my naked body, Stilinski?”

You’d said the words with a teasing lilt to your voice, but Stiles’ eyes seemed to snap back to your own sharply, “No! No, absolutely nothing-” He denied immediately.

“Okay, well, you are allowed to look, y’know,” You told him softly, like you were revealing a secret, “It isn’t like it’s anything you haven’t already seen-”

“Well, yeah but, you- You’re trying to shower and.. If I’m being totally honest, if I look now I’m gonna get painfully hard painfully fast ‘cause I’m already barely holding on here-”

At his words, you shuffled back just a fraction so you could peek down in between you, your eyes catching on the wet, tented fabric of his pajama bottoms. Your hands twitched with the desperate need to touch and you hesitated for only a second before taking ahold of the soaked material of his shirt beneath your fingers.

“Maybe you should shower, too,” You interrupted, licking your lips as you gazed back up at your boyfriend, “I mean, your dad already thinks you are, and you’re already all wet, so y’know.. We should probably get you naked-”

The moment the word left your mouth, you tightened your fingers around wet fabric and stammered quietly, ridiculously nervous considering that you were already naked. And wet.

“-And clean. Naked, to clean your- To wash your body, obviously. I mean, it only makes sense, right?” You suggested eagerly.

The fabric of his shirt inched up his torso, your deft hands revealing his hips and the thick trail of hair at his belly button, but that was where you stopped, waiting for him to give some sort of approval before lifting it any further.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s smart.” He agreed quickly, nodding for you to continue.

You stripped him of the wet article, dropping it at the opposite end of the tub with a quiet smack. When your eyes returned to his, Stiles barely held your gaze before he was cupping your face and dragging your mouth to his. He turned you back into the shower wall and you sighed in contentment as the spray of warm water finally cascaded over the side of your body once again, pleasant goosebumps erupting over your skin.

Stiles’ kisses were an enigma and they very nearly managed to catch you by surprise every time — the way he devoured your mouth with so much hunger yet was still somehow able to hold you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His lips dragged over yours sickly sweet, thumb stroking over your cheek, fingertips digging into your scalp beneath wet hair.

You only managed to hold out for a few desperate brushes of his mouth before you were parting your lips beneath his in silent invitation. When his tongue teased against yours, you caught the taste of mint left behind from his toothpaste and you couldn’t hold back the groan that poured from your mouth into his. You suddenly found yourself craving the taste of it, prodding your own tongue between his lips on the next kiss to chase the lingering flavor in his mouth.

The wet drag of his pajama pants against your naked thighs beneath the stream of water was an immediate reminder that he was still wearing the wet article of clothing and you flicked at them idly, fingertips dipping beneath the drawstring waist. His stomach tensed beneath your hands and he pulled back from the kiss just enough to drop his forehead to yours, eyes raking over your face slowly as he attempted to catch his breath.

“What, um. What do you- I mean, do you, um..” His eyes pinched shut in frustration as his own inability to convey himself.

Your hand slid over his water-slick hip, arm circling around his waist until you could run your fingertips gently along his spine beneath the water, forcing a contented sigh from his kiss-swollen mouth at the contact.

You licked your lips in thought, “I could either jerk you off in here, or we could wait and I can blow you in your bedroom,” You offered quietly, “I’d blow you in here but I’m honestly not entirely sure how it would work with all the water in my face and-”

Stiles nearly whimpered, “You cannot say that shit and seriously expect me to not blow my load, like, immediately.”

Your mouth twisted up into a grin, “Sorry.”

You weren’t.

He dragged you just a bit closer beneath the spray, bare chests sliding against one another. A shaky exhale left his lips and cascaded across your damp cheek, his nose skating softly against clean skin as he craned down to push his face into your neck.

“No you’re not.” He shot back without hesitation.

You sighed softly, head tipping back of its own accord in an open invitation for his lips to find your skin. The soaked through material of his pajama bottoms did nothing to hide the warm, hard length of him pressing against your hip. You slipped your hand just a bit farther beneath the damp cotton until your fist found its home around him, beginning to move in firm jerks as a choked groan sounded in his throat.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed easily.

“Jesus Christ.”

“So?” You asked quietly, words spilling out toward the ceiling as your head rested against the shower wall.

“Huh?” Stiles articulated weakly, the sound swallowed up by the way his mouth was pressed into the skin beneath your jaw. A large hand slipped down the length of your spine, long fingers finding their way to your ass, merely resting there for a moment before a flick of your wrist seemed to spur him on, hand tightening over the soft flesh as he dragged you up against him just a bit harder.

Your ankle hooked around his knee easily, pulling yourself up a bit higher, warm, wet cotton still separating you as you continued to work his length beneath the material.

“Handjob in shower or blowjob in room.” You repeated the options stiffly, thoughts scattered from the feel of his fingertips digging into your backside.

“Shit.” He murmured against your neck, his hips jerking forward to meet your hand, making the movement of your wrist more difficult when it was pinned between your bodies. “I- Um.. I.. Shit-”

“It’s kinda looking like its gonna be handjob if you don’t decide otherwise pretty quick here-”

“But I-” A sharp sound was pulled from him when your hand slipped over the head of his cock, a delicious but quiet uh squeaking out onto the wet skin of your throat. “God, I really want your mouth but-” A quiet groan interrupts him but he carries on after only a brief pause, “If you stop I might die.”

He says the words so seriously that you can’t help the small laugh that pops out.

“Oh, so you want both? That’s what you’re telling me?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, fuck.. Please-”

“Seems a little-” Its your hushed words that are cut off this time, a small gasp of surprise falling from your lips when the hand on your ass creeps lower, hiking your leg up higher as two of his fingers find your wet entrance. “Little, um. A little greedy, don't you- Ah! Don’t you think?” Your teasing statement was tainted halfway through as he dipped his fingers inside, long and thick and pushing in to the third knuckle almost immediately.

He begins thrusting in time with the jerks of your hand, synchronized gasps and groans falling from your mouths for a minute before he thinks to respond.

“If you think I’m not gonna give as good as I get then-”

His words cut off with an unabashed moan against wet skin and you nosed at his jaw until he tipped his head up to meet your lips, your scolding shh silenced within the kiss.

“-Then you don’t think very highly of me, huh?” He continued as if he’d never paused at all, his words murmured between slick lips as his mouth slid against yours again and again. “It’d, uh- It’d be a fair trade-”

“Yeah?”

The whispered question was stolen from your mouth when he licked inside, hot and dirty as his nose pushed into your cheek.

“Yeah.”

His own utterance of the word was swallowed up by your gasp when his fingers crooked just so the next time he pushed them in deep. Your grip on him fell slack for only a moment before you recovered with newfound determination, matching his efforts as he sped up the rhythm of his hand.

Your thigh hitched up on his waist that much higher, all but consumed by the desperate hunger you felt to be closer. He returned the sentiment, pulling you in and crowding you back and devouring each of your sounds until it seemed as if he were everywhere all at once.

You traded kisses between stuttered breaths and heady gasps, bodies rolling into one another’s hands as you both chased after the tight pleasure coiling in your guts and building up, higher, stronger, closer–

Stiles came first, a soft whine against your tongue when your fist circled at the head of his cock, twisting and pulling his release from him in thick spurts beneath the wet cotton of his pajama bottoms. You worked him through it, taking control of the kiss as he went slack with his orgasm and finally pushing his pants to the floor of the bathtub with a wet thwack once his hips stopped twitching into your hand.

He fell back into the kiss urgently and you relinquished control without a fight, weak to do little more than throw an arm around his shoulders for support as he redoubled his efforts to make you come.

Thighs trembling, toes curling, your muscles tensed as you were worked closer and closer to your peak. His fingers hit a spot deep inside of you with every thrust and each time sparks danced up your spine with the impact, sharp noises of pleasure were dragged from your lips.

“Sti-” You whined softly, wet mouth falling against his cheek as you tried to alert him to your swiftly approaching release, “’m so close. Shit, I- ’m so close-”

“Shit,” He returned in an urgent whisper, “Shit, okay-”

He eased his hips back from your own, his free hand falling to the apex of your thighs. His lips covered yours again as he began swirling his fingertips around the swollen bud there and your whole body jolted at the sensation. Your mouth fell open with a soft cry as you came, the glide of his fingers both smoother and more sharp as he worked you through it.

As you came down you were panting, hot breaths mingling between your mouths. The steam of the shower felt almost cloying, both of you a little lightheaded from the heat and the exertion. You cracked your eyes open and found his gaze already on you, eyes hooded and heavy, the tip of his nose bumping your own.

“Holy shit.”

It came out as nothing more than a whisper against his lips, your chest heaving in time with his as you both fought to catch your breath. You loosened the tight grip your arm had taken up around his shoulders and neck, mouth slack as you tried to pull in enough oxygen to clear your head.

“That was-”

“Yeah.” He whispered in agreement, forehead falling against yours.

The tip of your thumb pressed into a dark freckle on his chest as your hand made its way down from his shoulder in a slow drag over slick skin. You swallowed around your dry mouth as your leg finally fell free from its place around him and provided instant relief to your muscles.

“You sure you can handle two more orgasms?” You questioned breathlessly, not entirely sure which response you wanted to hear as you swayed against him in the overpowering steam of the shower.

In lieu of an immediate response, his gaze fell downward and your own followed on instinct, catching sight of the long thickness of his cock, already fattening back up against his thigh with arousal.

Tongue feeling suddenly heavy, you were filled with the urge to fulfill your teasing promise, to work him toward his peak all over again with your mouth.

You voice was a breathless whisper when it finally sounded.

“Oh.”

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werewolfnatural · 1 year

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Okay but running with the Nemeton-created-Eli theory is just. Scary as hell but also really funny. Like imagine Stiles and Derek both feeling drawn out to the tree stump, confused as hell as to why they feel like they HAVE to get there, only to find baby Eli full on baby-in-a-basket-style.

So they take him to the station because duh they need to figure out who his parents are, so they run his dna but since his eyes flared they keep it quiet since they don’t think a social worker can handle a werewolf baby

And just who’s dna gets pinged?? None other than the (exonerated) murder suspect Derek Hale AND the delinquent sheriffs son Stiles Stilinski (who’s dad once booked him to try and scare him after he first stole the Jeep when he was like 14 (which definitely did not work))

Noah just reads the results, sighs so hard he nearly breaks something, and then goes to Derek’s loft where he and Stiles are babysitting the kid, and he can hear the bickering and sarcasm before he’s even through the front door

*then Stiles and Derek go on to raise Eli, Stiles decides he doesn’t want to be in the FBI and instead opens up a private investigation business specialising in supernatural shit, they buy a house together, they fall in love, Noah has flashbacks to raising Stiles whenever he babysits Eli and Derek has a family that loves him*

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #sd #teen wolf #teen wolf movie #tw #eli hale #eli stilinski hale #stiles x derek #fic idea #teen wolf the movie #noah stilinski #sheriff stilinski #nemeton #own posts

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 30 days

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I refuse to believe that Sheriff Stilinski would respond to the call and arrive at the Hale house to find it on fire and not run in to try and save them.

I whole heartedly believe that Sheriff Stilinski ran into the Hale House when it was up in flames and got burnt because of it.

In fact, there is one character who was canonically in the house when it was on fire but not in the house when it collapsed/when everyone else died.

Peter.

Sheriff Stilinski got Peter out but before he could go back for anyone else, the house collapsed.

This is my headcanon now and I will die on his hill.

#this is my roman empire #but also Sheriff Stilinski with scars from the burns on his back would be so hot #*chefs kiss*#teen wolf #teen wolf headcanon #teen wolf imagine #imagine teen wolf #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #peter hale #hale family #hale house fire

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 9 months

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Do you have any recommendations for fics with Sheriff Stilinski? Like as a major character not just showing up in the background? Or ones that focus on him and Stiles' relationship?

There's not a whole lot where he's the main character. So I have some with sheriff!pov.

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen I Sterek)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying."

Why deja-vu is a dangerous thing by MsCee

(1/1 I 2,887 I General I Sterek)

When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown.

What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

The Morning After by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 3,635 I Teen I Sterek)

After the night he'd had, John just wanted a quiet cup of coffee and some toast before his son woke up. This, he felt, was not too much to ask from the universe.

Apparently the universe disagreed, because John came downstairs at 7:30 in the goddamn morning to see a man he'd previously arrested for murder grinding coffee beans in his kitchen

Promise You'll Look After Him by DiscontentedWinter

(1/1 I 9,901 I Mature I Sterek)

Sheriff Stilinski is used to dealing with victims of violent crime. He knows how to approach kids who've been beaten and sexually assaulted.

Except this time it's his son.

It's Stiles.

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi

(56/56 I 232,475 I Teen I Peter/Sheriff)

As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...

Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sheriff stilinski #bamf!sheriff stilinski #outsider pov

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s-sugustar · 4 months

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𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅 — 𝖪．𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂

🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— in a rush to get to work on time, Nanami forgets his lunch. You decide to show up and give it to him with a little surprise.

🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠﹒✢﹐— Sheriff!Kento Nanami x chubby!reader

🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— flirting, fluff, suggestive but no smut

🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble

🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 646 words

"Mhm sugar, come onn." Kento groaned, his lips mushed against yours as his hands squeezed your hips. You giggled against his lips as your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing further into your husband. "Alright, alright woman, I got to go." Nanami said as he lifted you off of him. Sitting up in the bed, Nanami grabbed his phone, his other hand still wrapped around your waist as he scrolled through his phone. His eyes widen in shock as he checked the time, almost immediately unlatching from you before rushing to get up.

"B-baby, I love you too but I got- mph- I gotta go. I'm late." Kento tried reasoning with you but you weren't letting up on giving your husband kisses before he left. You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door closed, you turned to put away the dishes when you saw Nanami's black lunch bag sitting pretty on the counter. Chuckling at your husband's forgetfulness, you headed back over to the dishes before continuing on with your day.

Around 12 noon, you headed over to the station with the black lunch box in hand. With a pep in your step, you bounced lightly on your feet into the Sheriff headquarters; eyes bouncing back and forth until you found blond hair peaking from under a Sheriff hat with the silver and black watch that you had bought for him on his birthday. You stayed back until you saw him entering his office with the door closing behind him. With a smile towards all the other people within the prescient, you headed over to his office.

Kento heard a knock on his door before the door opened, immediately thinking that it was one of his subordinates. "Not the time Stilinski, I told you I'll check it out later." he answered, not looking up from the papers that were scattered on his desk. With a raised eyebrow and a sly smile adorning your lips, you replied, "Last time I checked, I wasn't a Stilinski but rather Mrs. Nanami." He looked up in surprise when he heard your voice echo through his voice.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked, immediately throwing the remaining papers onto the desk before rushing up from his seat to come over to you. His hand splayed over your back as he ushered you to his chair. You waited for Kento to take a seat before you pulled your legs over his lap, making sure that you secured him within his seat. "Y/n." Kento warned, his eyes squinted. A wide grin spread on your face as you rolled your hips against his.

"What? I came to bring you lunch and have some time with my husband." You answered innocently. He smiled at your response, rolling his eyes at your antics he was oh so familiar with. "Every day I find another reason to love you even more." He replied, his eyes swirling with love and adoration as he stared at you. With every second passing, Kento poured out his love on to you with no words said.

He was glad that he had found someone like you, someone to ease his mind from the mountains of work that sat on his desk or the bunch of hooligans who decide to go wild for a day; he was glad that you were there for all of it. The only thing that stopped him from continuing his internal rant about how much he loves you was your voice, calling out to him like a siren luring a man in with her song. "Kenny, how about we find another reason for you to love me even more." you whined, already unbuttoning his blouse with your lips finding his neck.

Groaning in pleasure, Kento found his hands squeezing the plush of your thighs. "You really know how to get me going."

#— 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ✧#— 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 !#anime #— 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!#— 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 !#x black reader #x black fem reader #x black plus size reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami kento fluff

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mysterious-ocarina · 1 year

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Worry

Stiles Stilinski x reader

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Lacrosse. A sport that you would have never known about unless the love of your life was on the team. You weren’t a very sporty girl but you would never pass on the chance to watch a bunch of hot, sweaty boys run around a field. The only problem was that the one boy you wanted to see was always on the bench.

You went to each game, but Stiles never got to play. You’ve seen him during practice and he wasn’t bad.

You have been friends with Scott and Stiles since you guys were kids. You've also been in love with Stiles for years. You loved the way he was always able to make you laugh.

When Scott became a werewolf and you were all introduced to the supernatural, your life was turned upside down. But Stiles was always there to make you smile and make a serious situation less hard to get through.

This was probably the most nerve wracking game you've ever been to, simply because Gerard was threatening us to give him Derek.

Eventually you heard the Sheriff, who's sitting next to you, question why Stiles was on the field. You looked for the number 24 to find that Stiles actually was on the field and was starting to play.

By the end of the game, your voice was gone from all the cheering you did. Stiles scored so many goals as well as the final, winning goal.

The excitement was cut short when the lights go out and chaos surrounds you. You follow the Sheriff down to the field and find Jackson bleeding out on the field.

You turn towards the Sheriff to find him looking for something, or someone. It doesn't take you long to figure out what's wrong.

"Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?" you hear the Sheriff call out before you start to dissociate. You just knew that Gerard took Stiles and you had no way of helping to get him back.

Everyone was looking for Stiles, including the Pack. You weren't much help with the state you were in, so you joined the Sheriff at his home.

"We're going to find him Y/n, I know we will," Mr Stilinski tried soothing you as well as himself. He sat next to you on Stiles' bed and gave you a tight hug, telling you, "You really should go home and rest, I'll call you if we find anything out."

"I can't possibly rest while Stiles is out there, god knows where," you start crying. This would be one of the few times you actually wished you were a werewolf so you could be useful and out looking for him.

"Why don't you stay here and I'll get you something to eat. I know you haven't eaten since before the game yesterday," Mr. Stilinski offered. You silently nodded your head before settling into Stiles pillows. You don't remember falling asleep.

Stiles POV

Gerard let me go. When I finally got home and hugged my dad, I had to lie to him about what happened, telling him some punks beat me up. Gerard really got to me, I felt insecure and useless, not that I could tell my father this.

When my dad and I calmed down a bit more, he told me about Y/n.

"I think she was more worried than I was, if that's possible," he told me.

"Is she okay?" I asked, concerned. I felt even worse that I had worried her.

"She's okay. Hasn't eaten in awhile but she fell asleep on your bed. You should let her sleep," he sighed. He gave me one final hug before making calls to the sheriff office to tell them what happened.

I decided to go up to see Y/n. Quietly making my way into my room, I saw her laying peacefully in-between my blankets. She looked so beautiful laying there. I sat on the bed next to her, softly stroking her hair knowing it calmed her down.

Your POV

You woke up to the feeling of someone playing with your hair. It felt so nice, that you almost went back to sleep but quickly got up realizing who was near. Upon seeing Stiles, you immediately wrapped him in a hug so quick and tight he fell back on the bed from the impact.

"You're okay! Oh my god, you're okay," you cried. You hugged him in silence, him stroking your back before he decided to say something.

"So I heard you were worried about me," he awkwardly joked.

You let go of him, slapping his arm, "Of course I was worried about you, how could I not."

It was then that you saw his face, or more importantly the scratches on his cheek.

"What the hell happened?" you questioned, holding his face still so you could properly examine his cheek.

"Gerard kicked the shit out of me, no big deal," he softly responded.

"It's a big deal to me Stiles," you whispered. "I hate seeing you hurt."

"If it makes you feel better, it only hurts when I smile," he then smiled, before wincing.

"Now is not a time for jokes, Stiles. I really missed you," you confessed.

He softly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him, "Well I'm right here, it's okay."

You were so close to his face that you felt his breath on your cheeks. You looked at his lips before quickly averting your gaze to your lap.

Stiles let out a shaky breath before taking a hold of your hands. He stared lovingly at you, building the courage to finally kiss you after all these years.

He found the courage when you finally looked back up at him. You were surprised to feel soft lips on yours, stealing your breath. Kissing Stiles was dizzying. It was a good thing that he grabbed your waste or else you would have fallen over.

When the kiss was over you whispered, "What was that for?"

"I've been in love with you forever," He nervously replied, almost too quick for you to hear. But you did.

You giggled at him before giving him a big kiss on his unhurt cheek, "Good, me too."

Stiles just smiled at you like a dork. Your dork. You couldn't wait for all the laughs that were sure to come your way while being with Stiles.

#stiles stilinski #void stiles #stiles stilinksi #teenwolf #stilinski #stiles stilinksi smut #teen wolf #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x y/n #fanfiction

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noyzinerd · 2 years

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The new trailer certainly creates a window to make a plausible explanation for why Stiles isn't there.

I can imagine Scott yelling to bring together the WHOLE pack, because "We're gonna need everyone for this!"

Lydia, being the logically more objective one, chimes in that he's the only one who's seen inside of that thing. If they have any chance of defeating the Nogitsune again, they have to call Stiles.

The sheriff is quiet, but his hand is shaking at his side. The idea of that thing being anywhere near his son makes him sick and cold on the inside. Sheriff Stilinski was there for the night terrors, the fall out, he watched his boy lose his grasp on reality, carried him over to his bed after Stiles fell asleep at his desk after trying to stay awake for days. As much as it feels like he's already zipping his son into a bodybag, he knows they're right. They're right and he's outnumbered here.

Derek watches as the sheriff pulls out his private civilian phone with loose, trembling fingers. Right as he hesitantly starts to dial the number, Derek reaches out and snatches the phone.

"You can't call him."

Surprised, Sheriff Stilinski turns to him and asks "Why not?"

Looking the man dead in the eye, Derek simply says, "Because your phone is broken," and snaps the phone in half.

The whole room is shocked silent.

A moment passes before a teary, absolutely grateful smile spreads across the sheriff's face. "Yeah. I guess it is." And just like that, he leaves, because, well, it can't be helped.

An hour later, and the pack are watching back and forth, like a tennis match, as Scott and Derek continue to argue.

"You're being selfish!"

"I don't care. This town has taken enough from him already. I'm not going to watch as that thing taps him dry." While everyone had been busy grieving Allison, Derek had watched as Stiles forced himself to 'suck it up' and get better, jamming misaligned pieces together and duct taping over the jagged edges, because the pack needed him. He'd been running on empty for so long, looking out for the pack, there was never any room for him to absorb his own trauma before being thrown into some new bullshit. It's time someone finally looked out for Stiles.

As Lydia goes to pull out her own phone, a sweet, still mostly confused, but endearingly well-meaning, Eli immediately swipes Lydia's phone from her hands and smashes it on the ground before looking over at his father for approval, his head cocked to the side with an expression that reads 'Yes? Eli do good?'

Eli's face lights up at Derek's proud smile. If the kid had had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Derek turns back to Scott, undeterred. "Besides, don't you remember how powerful the Nogitsune was when it had Stiles? How do you know that isn't its plan? To lure Stiles to Beacon Hills. You'd be giving it what it wants by bringing him back here."

Scott grits his teeth and clenches his fists, but he concedes.

"Fine." Scott says, "But we should at least tell him about this."

"No! You know how he is. He'll want to get involved. That self-sacrificing asshole will find some way to get himself killed. And facing Allison again after-...You can't. We don't know why she's here or if she's another Nogitsune trick. I'm not putting him in a situation where he might have to kill her."

Stiles could be mad at him later. Derek would gladly take the brunt of that blame. At least there would be a Stiles alive to yell at him, so it didn't matter. As long as he had something to say about it, Derek was never letting Stiles step foot back in this hellhole.

#Sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #2022 teen wolf movie #Best boy Eli #eli hale #Proud papa Derek

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I'm the Alpha

Derek Hale x reader platonic...kinda? Not properly together but reader has a crush on him

Other Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey

Warnings: canon violence (kinda?), language (like 1 swear), mention of blood, stiles and derek bickering as they do, that’s it I think?

Summary: Trying to help the newly turned werewolf after he was arrested seems to go worse than anyone could have expected. Thankfully the alpha has it covered

Word Count: 1,363

Stiles, Derek, and I were seated in the infamous blue jeep outside the police station. Derek’s new beta was inside, and the full moon was going to be at its peak in moments. It was our job to get in there and hopefully get Isaac out before he tore apart the entire station.

“Ok, now the keys to the cells are in a password protected lockbox in my father’s office.” Stiles began to explain. I leaned between the two seats, listening to my friend tell us the plan. “The problem is getting past the front desk.”

Derek shrugged in the passenger seat. “I’ll distract her.”

Stiles’s face scrunched up in disbelief. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…you? You’re not going in there.” He grabbed onto Derek’s shoulder as he talked. Derek was arrested a few weeks ago thanks to whatever Stiles and Scott shared with the sheriff. A firm glare set in Derek’s eyes the longer the hand that Stiles placed stayed on his shoulder. “I’m taking my hand off.”

“I was exonerated.”

I sighed. “You’re still a person of interest though.”

“An innocent person.” He rebutted, giving me a look like it was obvious.

“You? Yeah, right. Ok, fine. What’s your plan?” Stiles questioned how Derek would distract the front desk officer.

“To distract her.” Derek drew the words out, like Stiles simply didn’t understand the meaning.

“Uh-huh.” Stiles nodded. “How? By punching her in the face?”

I rolled my eyes at my friend, opting to side with Derek, who simply huffed. “By talking to her.” I could barely see the front officer, her hair pulled back into a standard bun as she shuffled paperwork around.

“Ok, all right. Give us a sample. Practice on Y/N. What are you going to open with?” My cheeks burned as Derek and I looked at each other, silence filling the Jeep. “Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?”

Derek shrugged again, turning to look out the front window. “I’m thinking of punching you in the face.”

“Ok, ok. Both of you chill out. Derek can distract her, ok, Stiles? I’m sure he’ll have no problem. I mean, haven’t you noticed how all the girls look at him? He could probably stand there in silence, like you said, and still manage to distract her.” I tried mediating the situation, letting Derek get out of the car before I climbed out through the passenger side. Derek held the door open for me as I jumped out, rounding the car to meet up with Stiles in order to help him get the cell keys.

The relationship between Derek and I was vastly different from him and the two boys. Derek had been cold and quite harsh with Scott when he was first bit, and dismissive of Stiles, but with me, he’d been almost gentle. Derek took the time to help explain some of the things about werewolves to me, so I’d be able to help my friend through the changes, and over time I had developed the biggest crush on him.

As Derek started talking with the front desk officer, Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me along through a side door and down the hall to his father’s office. I stayed by the window as a lookout as Stiles went over to the lockbox on the wall. He quickly punched in the code and pulled the cover off. “Did you get them?” I asked, watching for anyone in the hall.

“Oh no.” Stiles looked back over to me, showing the empty case before we both headed out of the office. “I’m going to check this way, you go see if you can find Isaac, try to keep him calm.”

“Be careful.” I told Stiles, turning and heading down the hall towards the back of the station. My steps managed to stay pretty quiet as I turned down hall after hall. I had plenty of practice running around the station; having grown up with Stiles as my best friend, I spent a ton of time in the station.

I turned down another hall, only to come face to face with a deputy. “Oh, I um...” I hesitated on what to say, flickering my gaze down to the ground to think. My eyes, however, caught sight of a bloody pant leg and keys hanging from one hand of the officer. Looking back up, I took a step back. “Oh, shit.” I attempted to turn and run, nearly managing to call for Stiles or Derek, but a hand clasped over my mouth, and another wrapped around my chest, dragging me backwards.

My feet thrashed as I tried gaining some footing on the slippery floors, hands trying to pull at the stronger man’s arms around me, but it was no use. I did manage to grab onto the fire alarm lever and pull as I was dragged into the holding area, the alarms sounding and lights flickering instantly.

Finally, the officer, who I was now assuming to be a hunter, threw me to the ground and turned to face the three cells that lined the back wall. I slid back towards a corner of the room, looking at the cell doors to see the middle one barely hanging on to its hinges.

Isaac pounced from the other end of the room, shoving the hunter into the wall near me. He had completely wolfed out, fangs bared and eyes glowing bright yellow as he shoved against the hunter. I scrambled on my hands to the other side of the steel desk in the room, opting for that between Isaac and I should he turn his attention from the hunter. The hunter had pulled a syringe from his pocket, filled with some kind of thick liquid I was sure was meant to hurt or even kill the werewolf in the room. Isaac was too quick though. He managed to catch the hunters hand before it could jab the needle into his skin and twisted. The hunters wrist bent back to a point I thought it was going to snap before he dropped the syringe to the floor, the glass rolling a few feet to be closer to me as Isaac slammed the hunter’s head back into the wall, effectively knocking him out.

Derek stepped into the room with us then, his boot coming down to shatter the glass syringe near me. Isaac had turned his attention from the hunter on the ground towards the sound of shattering glass and whatever he could smell coming from the liquid that seemed slowly onto the tiled floor, his bright yellow eyes stopping dead on me as I still sat on the ground. A deep growl built up in his chest as he turned fully to face me, shoulders tensed like I was the next target, and he was prepared to attack.

I barely had enough time to raise my hands up as a weak form of defense before Derek was in front of me. His arms were slightly flared out at his sides, knees bent into a half crouch, as he let out a loud and deep roar towards the beta. Isaac was on the ground, curled up into the wall opposite me a moment after, hands shaking as they wrapped around his head for protection.

My heart was pounding in my ears still when Derek turned back to me. His eyes were burning bright red but fading back to his normal deep brown as he reached out to me with one hand. My own hand trembled as I held onto his and let him pull me to my feet next to him. “You ok?” He asked, his hand dropping mine but coming up to brush some of my hair out of my face, eyes searching for any wounds or fear I’d have of him.

I let out a shaky breath, but I nodded. “How…how did you do that?” My gaze dropped to Isaac for a moment, noticing that he had shifted out of his wolf form but was covered in sweat and still looked terrified of Derek. A smirk crossed Derek’s face for a moment when I finally looked back up at him.

“I’m the alpha.”

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Derek Hale x reader - always beside you

One hand holding the edge of the rooftop you were on, the other outstretched you looked around the corner as the beta werewolf came running around.

“Derek!”

His gaze snapped up, and he changed his direction, jumping in the trash can, he pushed himself and grabbed your hand, letting you fling him up with all his strength.

Once he was up, you pulled yourself up and stood up, holding your hand out to him with a small grin.

“How’d you find me?”

“You have a… particular scent.” You shrugged.

Your yellow eyes burned into his blue ones as you waited for him to take your hand.

Finally he did, and you gripped it tightly as you looked back at the ledge where the hunters were trying to get up then back at Derek.

“Come on!”

You tugged him and started running.

Derek ran just behind you, letting you drag him wherever it was you were leading him to.

You jumped from building to building, laughing loudly as you did, you could hear the hunters crying out to get you both, and the normal humans confused and yelling for someone to call the police.

“We’re running out of rooftops (Y/N)!” Derek yelled.

“I know, it’s why I’m going to do this!”

On the last rooftop, you braced your feet, and swung him around, making him run even faster as you flung him over the huge gap.

Derek landed with a thud and a groan in the other side and rolled a few times before he stopped.

He sat up and looked at you in worry.

“Come on!” He called.

You shook your head.

“Go find Scott! I’ll be cool!”

Derek watched as you climbed down from the building, landing in the busy street you grinned as you started to weave in and out of people, barely touching them as you made your way between them all.

The hunters seemed to forget about him as they started to chase you, and Derek ran alongside you on the rooftops as he glanced down to make sure you were okay.

When he was sure you’d be okay by yourself, he ran off to go find Scott.

You grinned and you jumped over someone crouched down, and carried on running.

“Just stop! We don’t want you! We want to ask you something!” A Hunter yelled.

Spinning around, you jogged backwards, on the edge of the road as you avoided people.

“Oh? What’s that?!” You called back.

“Stop running and we’ll tell you!”

You have a crooked grin and winked at the man chasing you.

“Not a chance Chris Argent!”

“(Y/N)!” He yelled.

You spun around and kept on running, straight towards the familiar police car parked in a lot to the right of you.

While you knew Derek helped train with the argents, you didn’t bother, you just loved annoying the poor hunters and causing trouble.

Jumping over the fence of the lot, you ran towards the car and skidded to a halt in front of it, claws scraping across the ground as you looked up.

The sheriff and Stiles both jumped out.

“What have you done now?” Stiles laughed.

You grinned a little bit and watched and Alison and Chris jumped the fence as well, jogging over towards you all.

“Seriously (Y/N), again?”

You grinned at the sheriff.

“Sorry dad.”

You stood up straight and put your claws away, letting your eyes turn back to normal as you stuffed your hands in your pockets and leant back against the car.

Chris and Alison finally reached the pair of you.

“Really?” Alison laughed lightly.

“We were training with Derek, how’d you even find us?” Chris asked.

“Scott asked me to find him so he could talk to Derek alone, you guys really need a new training spot though, honestly.”

They chuckled and shook their heads at you.

Your dad placed his hand on your shoulder and looked up, and you copied him, looking at the full moon.

“Stop ruining their training.” He said sternly.

“But dad that’s no fun!” You whined.

Stilinski pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily at you.

He pushed you towards the back of the car and with a small laugh you climbed in and sat in the back with your brother.

“So why does Scott want Derek?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Didn’t ask, I heard a chance for be an inconvenience for all three of them, so I took it!” You beamed proudly.

Stiles laughed a little, and playfully punched his shoulder.

“So what’s it like being a werewolf? Having fun?”

“So much fun, I know Scott feels bad for biting me, but he didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Hey what if I put a camera on you during the next full moon? I want to see what exactly it is you get up to.”

You hummed as you thought about this before finally shrugging and agreeing to the idea.

You knew stiles wanted to be a werewolf, he wanted the same life as all his friends, but at the same time he didn’t want it.

So you were happy to do this for him so he could experience it as accurately as possible.

Your dad climbed into the car and you turned around to face you.

“You are on house arrest for the rest of the night.”

“Dad!” You huffed.

“No, you’re on house arrest, and you’re going to leave the argents alone.” He scolded.

You grumbled and crossed your arms as you leant back in your seat.

“Big bad werewolf getting grounded.” Stiles snickered.

Your dad started to drive you all back home.

You were grumbling, and turned your attention back to the full moon outside.

The itch inside wouldn’t leave, and you knew it would always be there, even if you did have full control there was a side of you that just wanted to run free.

As you guys got back home, you got out from the car and stood staring at the full moon.

Stiles stood next to you, and your dad watched from where he was stood by the front door.

“What are you listening to?” Stiles whispered.

“Malia and Derek.”

“Again?!” Stilinski shouted.

He stormed into the house while you and Derek were quick to follow behind him, trying to beat him upstairs.

He found both in Stiles’ room, and scowled at them.

“I told you two to stop breaking in.”

“Stiles left his window open.” Malia smiled sweetly.

“Stiles!”

“Sorry dad!”

You laughed and shook your head as you made your way to your room and sat on your bed.

Your dad came in and sat down next to you, giving a small sign as he took your hand in his.

“I know you want to be out there kiddo, but it’s safer for you to stay inside during the full moons, I know the argents won’t hurt you, but we know there’s others out there.”

“I know dad, but that’s why I was with Scott.”

“He may be your alpha, but I know you don’t listen to him at the best of times.”

You grinned a little and shrugged.

“I never was good at listening.”

“No, no you weren’t. Stay stay inside for the rest of the night, okay? I’ve got to go back to work, but I know someone who can keep you from doing something reckless.”

He pointed to the door and Derek was leaning there, arms crossed as he gave you a small smile.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t make her grand escape again.”

You watched as your dad got up, walking over he clasped a hand on Derek’s shoulder and whispered a thanks before he left.

Derek walked over to you and sat down, pulling you into his lap as you smiled softly.

Derek kissed the top of your head and turned you both so you were facing the window.

Looking up, your yellow eyes met his blue ones and you raised your hands, trailing your fingers along his face as you hummed a little bit.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.”

Leaning up, you gently kissed him before you pulled away, resting your head on him.

“Hey guys we’re going to sit on the roof, coming?” Stiles asked.

You looked up at Derek and he nodded, so you all went up to the roof.

Soon enough Scott and Kira had come to join you four, then Alison, Chris, Issac, and Peter and Lydia.

You all just sat on the roof of the house, on the little perch that was built up there for you when you were turned.

Your back rested against Derek’s chest, and he had his arms wrapped around you while you all just gazed at the night sky, nothing but peace all around.

Derek rested his chin on your shoulder, and you lightly nuzzled your head against him.

This was your pack.

Your family.

When Stilinski came back, he found Malissa stood at his front door and he frowned a little.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I was looking for Scott, and he said (Y/N) was on house arrest.”

Stilinski chuckled and let her in, gesturing for her to follow him.

“I know exactly where they are.”

He lead her to the attic, then to the other side where a small set of doors were laying open.

Peaking their heads in, they found all of you asleep, and they just smiled and climbed up as well, Malissa went to sit next to Scott while Stilinski sat between you and Derek and stiles and Malia.

“Dad…” you mumbled.

You reached out and lightly gripped his hand, giving a small yawn as you looked at him.

“Morning sleepy, who’s hungry?”

There was a chorus of happy sounds at the mention of food and slowly you all made your way back down the stairs.

The sheriff never thought he’d be involved in a world like this, let alone his own child being a werewolf, but as he looked around at the whole pack laughing and joking he couldn’t help but smile.

He looked over at you stood with Derek, the older werewolves arms wrapped around you while you tried to hit his uncle.

Your dad knew you were well protected, that you both were. With the whole pack behind you, and the Hales beside you, and you beside Stiles, nothing could go wrong

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x you #teen wolf imagine #Derek hale #derek hale x y/n #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagine

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casparscunttt16 · 2 years

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CAUGHT| Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | Imagine

Warning: NSFW!

Summary: In which Stiles’s dad walks in on you and Stiles having sex, then after being lectured about safe sex.

(Gif not mine)

“Are we gonna have enough time?” I question taking my shirt of quickly, attacking Stiles’s mouth with mine. Through kissing he replies “Yeah my dad shouldn’t be home until late tonight” he says taking off his shirt. Our bodies sticking together as he pulls me in even closer making out with me heavily. He makes his way from my mouth to my neck he’s sucking on the sensitive skin roughly causing me to moan out. He unclasps my bra and my boobs bounce out, he kisses them and starts marking my chest with hickies. He kisses down my stomach and stops at my shorts, and goes back up to my neck. “Stiles don’t tease me” I pout looking up at him as he’s hovering over me, he takes off my shorts and tosses them to the side.

He kisses my clit through my underwear, and I moan lightly. He takes it off and throws it somewhere across the room, his fingers circling my clit lightly. I moan softly in his ear. He then crawls down in between my thighs and places a kiss on my pussy before sucking on my clit, my hands immediately reach for his hair trying to pull him closer. He slow slips in two fingers pumping them in and out of me.

I pull on his hair, and he starts to pick up speed hitting my g-spot. My back arches up off of the bed and my legs begin to shake slightly indicating I’m going to cum. “S-stiles I’m gonna- I’m gonna” I was cut off by him removing his fingers. I look up at him confused, he takes off his boxers and lines himself up with my entrance before slamming into me roughly. He groans lowly as his eyes close and his mouth opens slightly. “Oh fuck” I moan. The sound of skin on skin and moans from the both of us fills the room. Soon I’m screaming his name and he’s pounding into me. I feel a familiar knot in my stomach and Stiles’s dick twitching.

Just as we’re about to finish, the door bursts open. “OH SHIT” Sheriff Stilinski yells, Stiles quickly covers my chest with the blanket. Me and Stiles look at him like deer in the headlights, “I’m sorry, eh carry on?” He says awkwardly closing the door quickly. “Well fuck”. I sigh, “You didn’t think I was done with you did you?” He smirks. He places his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans and just as before he’s pounding into me at the same steady pace. My back begins to arch and my legs are shaking, I pull him down closer to me moaning softly in his ear and digging my nails in his shoulder blades “Fuck Y/n you feel so good” He whimpers lightly. My legs are shaking uncontrollably and I cum on his dick, he pulls out and cums on my stomach and plops down next to me.

“That was great” he breathes out next to me with a sleepy look on his face. “Cmon baby we’ve gotta talk to your dad” I speak softly getting up and finding my bra and putting it on, my eyes scan the room in search of my shorts. After some minutes I give up and put on Stiles shirt which fits like a dress. He groans as he gets up and puts on his boxers as we then go walk into his dads room awkwardly.

“Ehhh hi Mr Stilinski” I smile shyly avoiding eye contact, thinking about how just moments ago he walked in on his son slutting me out. “Hi Y/n” he replies before then looking at Stiles, “You two aren’t in trouble I don’t care that you two are having sex” my heart felt relieved. “I’ve got to know though, are you guys using protection?” He says looking at the both of us seriously. “Yes we are” Stiles answers. “Alright then and Y/n are you on the pill?” He asks and I nod as an answer. “Ok then you two get out of my sight” he says rubbing his temples.

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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Hello! I've been reading a lot of the fics you rec. I was wondering if you have any more fics that are like or are similar to Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt on a03? That's my favorite fanfic and would greatly appreciate it, please and thank you!

Waiting is completely brilliant!! It deserves to be your favorite. ❤️ Here are a few more feral/full wolf Derek fics that I love.

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 81K

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord by Stoney | 11.7K | Explicit

The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can’t shift back.

The Wolf in the Tower by exclamation | 57K

Too many people are scared of witches so when Stiles accidentally sets a building on fire with magic, he is taken prisoner and dragged before Lord Hale. Rather than leave an untrained magic user free, Peter Hale thinks he might be able to make use of Stiles’ skills and hands Stiles over to his sorceror Deaton to be trained. Stiles is still unsure about his future, but he’s even more confused when he finds out that one of his new duties involves feeding the black wolf imprisoned at the top of one of the towers. There’s something very strange about this wolf and Stiles can’t help wondering if magic might be involved.

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow | 25.9K

He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

The Hale Beast by secretfanboy | 17.7K | Mature

Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation’s sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he’s the Sheriff’s son so those are the breaks. What he doesn’t expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.

Fully Grown by thedaughterofkings | 36K

Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?

And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach | 76.9K

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica | 124.5K

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he’s accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles’s baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Don’t Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8 | 30.3K

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he’s got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

I’ll wrap up my bones, And leave them by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 65.1K | Explicit

The sign on the cage actually reads Beware: The Beast! in that crappy horror movie red paint that trickles down the paper in a failed attempt to appear like dripping blood.

And it would seem stupid if not for the living supernatural creature currently trapped behind its bars. Little hard to dismiss the big, hulking werewolf as a poorly constructed horror movie prop.

Oh how the mighty have fallen. Dude, cannot catch a break.

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109K | Explicit

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #youareperfection #feral derek #full wolf derek

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luvonmes-blog · 1 year

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Is it me?

in which they love each other.

part 2 to Why couldn’t it be me?

it has a little angst, nothing to bad tho but it gets so fluffy at the end. like grossly fluffy.

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so much had happened since that night. it was the last night Stiles had seen you in weeks. after Sheriff Stilinski drove you home you packed your things and just… disappeared. everyone tried contacting you. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, even Isaac but no one could reach you. It’s like you had fallen off the face of the earth and Scott feared something had happened to you. no one had heard from you or knew where you were until that night. the night Allison died. you received all of their calls and voicemails, but never had the courage to call back. after you left you never planned to return but when you read Scott’s text about how Allison had died and he really needed you then - needed his best friend, his sister - you couldn’t avoid Beacon Hills any longer.

you showed up in his doorstep and the moment Scott opened the doors he fell into your arms. you let him sob into your chest until he couldn’t anymore. you two sat in his living room as he caught you up on everything and asked for your help.

“so… this entire time, it wasn’t Stiles?”

“no. it’s an evil spirit hiding in his body and Y/N/N, i need your help getting Stiles back.”

“why me? you have everyone else I don’t get why you’d need me.”

“I need extra help, just in case anything goes south, i’ll know I have you.”

“ok.” you pondered for a moment before speaking your mind. “I have an idea but I need you to make sure no one else knows i’m back.” Scott gave you a questing look. “I have a plan, Scotty, and for it to fall through, I need the element of surprise.”

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after that night Scott had kept you updated on everything that happened. and that led you to where you were now, standing outside of Beacon Hills High, hiding in the shadows. you saw Derek fighting some of the Oni with the twins and then you saw him. for a moment you thought it was him. you thought it was actually Stiles but you just knew it wasn’t. he didn’t look like your Stiles and now you’re questioning yourself on how you hadn’t noticed before. but you couldn’t let yourself wallow in self pity. you saw the imitation of Stiles look in your direction and before he could realize you were actually there you ducked behind a wall. you quickly realized walking straight through the front doors of the school was a no-go so you had to find another way to sneak in.

you remembered the many nights you Stiles and Scott had been in similar positions, somehow every time you were fighting some supernatural creature you ended up back at the school, tonight was no different. to get into the school you had to sneak past the imitation of Stiles - Void, they called him - and the Oni. the only other way you could think of was the doors leading to the lacrosse field. you snuck around the building as quietly as you could and onto the field. once there you sprinted to the doors and into the building. when you opened the metal doors what you saw was unexpected.

there was blood, everywhere. splattered all over the walls. it was gruesome and absolutely disgusting, you felt sick to your stomach. pushing the bile that was building up in your throat back down, you made your way through the halls. you snuck around until you heard the familiar voices of your friends. before you could reach them an Oni appeared in front of you. it unsheathed its sword and got into position to swing. right before the sword could slice at you, you ducked out of the way and rolled to the opposite side. hiding until the last moment wasn’t an option anymore so now you had no choice but to fight.

as you crouched on the floor you got into the position to pounce. only transitioning half way, your claws and fangs were out to help you defend yourself. growling lowly at the Oni you launched yourself at it, using an aggressive approach into the fight. it swung its sword at you, slicing through the air and missing you just barely. from what Scott had told you, the Oni were nearly invincible so when you had dig your claws into its arm, there was barely a reaction. the Oni shook you off and sliced its sword at you once again, this time cutting you on your side and leaving a gaping wound.

you hissed in pain and reached to touch the wound, blood covered your hand but you couldn’t give up now. no matter how hurt you were you had to continue fighting, for Stiles. just as the Oni was going to swing again you slid yourself through its legs and popped back up behind you. as it turned around you ducked and clawed at its midriff , a black smoke fell from its wound and it lifted its sword in the air to stab you. you twisted your body as the sword came down, sending a sharp pain through your side and you bent at your cut. you hissed as the gash started bleeding again but you hadn’t had enough time to register it as the Oni came charging at you. instead of backing or ducking out the way as you had done before, you pushed yourself into the Oni. you shoulder checked it and clawed at the mask. flipping over you kicked it’s sword out of its hand and elbowed it where you assumed it’s rib cage would be.

now that it didn’t have its sword anymore, you left it somewhat defenseless. you charged at it, grabbing it by its wrist and flipping it over your back, letting it fall to the floor, you grabbed something from your back pocket and stabbed it straight into its chest. Scott had told you that right before Allison passed she figured out the Oni’s only weakness - silver. and luckily for you, you always carried around a silver dagger your father had given you. as the Oni disappeared into a cloud of smoke you grabbed your dagger and dashed around a corner. just in time as well as Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Scott came out of the doors of the classroom.

“we’re ok.” Scott had said. “we’re ok-” before he could finish Void had come out of nowhere and knocked him out. Kira turned around ready to swing her sword but Void hit her too.

“this was my game. you think you can beat me at my game.” now he was looking at Lydia and Stiles. he started down the hall at the two as they cowered backwards. “divine move. divine move.” he said incredulously. “you think you have any moves at all? you can kill the Oni but me? me? I’m a thousand years old. you can’t kill me!”

“but we can change you!” Lydia blurted out. that stopped him.

“what?” Scott told you everything and in case anything took an turn of events, like now, he told you what he needed you to do.

“you forgot about the scroll.” Stiles answered.

“the Shugendo scroll.” Lydia added.

“change the host.” it stemmed to all hit Void at once.

“you can’t be a fox and a wolf at the same time.” Stiles finished. and that’s where you came in.

you ran from the corner you were hiding behind and grabbed Voids arm first, just in case he tried to fight back. it came as a shock to Stiles and Lydia, they expected Scott but when they saw painted nails instead they immediately looked up. it wasn’t Scott at all, the red glowing eyes that were coming up from behind Void weren’t Scott McCalls. they were yours and the moment Stiles saw your face, he wanted to burst at the seams. he hadn’t seen you in over three weeks and to be honest, he never thought he would see you again. after the fight he had come looking for you and he couldn’t find you anywhere. not even at your secret spot.

you grabbed Voids head next, gripping onto his hair and yanking his head to the side. your fangs slid out and you growled right before biting into his neck. he was screaming as you bit him and once you had let him go, Kira stabbed him with her katana. Void started choking, a fly came out of his mouth and tried to escape but Isaac had caught in the jar made of wood from the nemeton at the last moment. Void had fallen to his knees and started cracking until he collapsed onto the floor and disappeared into a pile of dust.

everyone was looking at each other until all their all landed on you.

“Y/N.” Stiles spoke a smile lighting up his face but as he tried to take a step forward he collapsed.

“Stiles.” you ran to him, slipping your hand under his head just in time before he slammed it onto the ground. your heart rate was sky rocketing as you rested his head in your lap. Scott had told you they all feared that if they had taken out Void, would Stiles go along with him? and right now, you couldn’t lose him, you just got him back. just as the tears were building in your eyes Stiles took a deep breath in and his eyes opened.

“oh god. I fainted didn’t I?” you let out a breath of relief into a laugh as he looked up at you. “we’re alive? we’re all alive?” you nodded your head at Stiles as tears fell down your cheeks.

“yeah, we’re ok.”

“no, you’re hurt.” Stiles noticed you clutching your side where you wound was.

“no, i’m fine, we’re all fine.” just as you said that you felt a pit in your stomach as Lydia sat up. she got up and started heading to the main doors, and you lot followed behind her, you holding Stiles as he struggled to walk. when you finally reached outside you understand where the feeling was coming from, Derek, Aiden and Ethan were all sitting outside but Aiden didn’t look so well. he wasn’t well at all and once you guys finally realized what had happens Lydia turned around and Scott grabbed her, letting her sob into his arms.

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you were sitting in Stiles’ room putting things in boxes as he took down his mock investigation board. you noticed Sheriff standing in the doorway and you smiled at him. a look of shock crossed his face before a warm smile replaced it. you still hadn’t told everyone you were back.

“what’re you kids doing?” he asked and Stiles turned around, finally noticing his dad.

“we’re just…” he trailed off trying to find a way to finish the sentence.

“clearing our heads.” you finished for him and he turned to look at you, a smile gracing his face.

“ok.” his dad said staring fondly at the two of you before heading downstairs. Stiles put whatever he was holding down before kneeling in front of you.

“we need to talk.” the fond look you had on your face faded and you nodded, letting out a broken “ok.” you guessed it was finally the time, not much talking had been done since you got back. after that night you helped Stiles get home and then you went back to your place, your mom scolded you for disappearing and not telling her where you were but then she hugged you, telling you how much you worried her and if you were ever going through something again to just tell her. Stiles texted you and asked you to come over today, saying he needed help with his room. he took your hands into his and then placed one on his face. “I’m sorry.” you looked up at him incredulously.

“what… what are you sorry for?” you asked, eyes wide.

“the last time I saw you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things and I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that.” he was crying now, tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Stiles stop.” he looked up at you confused. “it wasn’t you Sti.” you bring your other hand to his face, now cupping his cheeks. “it wasn’t you. you didn’t mean it and I forgave you a while ago. the moment Scott told me what was happening I forgave you.” before you could finish Stiles surged up and kissed you, your lips moved passionately in tandem and a smile broke out onto your face.

“I love you.” he whispered and your eyes grew two times wide before the brightest smile you could muster appeared on your face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stiles.” he looked at you, smiling brightly as well. “I have since I met you.” he kissed you again and this time you pushed him back meeting him on the floor. you fell next to him in a fit of giggles intertwining your fingers with his. “ok, ok we have to clean.” you laughed, trying to get up but Stiles pulled you back down with him.

“it can wait. I finally got my girl.” and in that moment you swore you could never be happier.

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sooooo how we feelin? ik ik it took me forever to post part two but i finally did!

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evanesdust · 4 months

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the best start to a new year

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: kiss @sterekmonthly word: beginning @sterekbingo square: dancing @imagine-sterek's 24, the sterek 2024 event

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Surprises, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss

Summary:

Stiles wished he could be at home with Derek celebrating New Year’s, rather than working. So, he was pleasantly surprised to find Derek at the sheriff’s station, waiting to ring in the New Year with him.

Stiles sighed for what had to be the millionth time in a handful of seconds. If he'd known being the newest deputy for the Beacon County Sheriff's Department meant he was relegated to the shitty shifts, he might have reconsidered joining. Shouldn't being the sheriff's son have some perks? Like, at the very least, not working on New Year's Eve when he could be spending the evening with Derek, cuddled up on the couch under the soft throw blanket they kept there, waiting for the ball to drop.

Instead, he was stuck in his cruiser, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and scanning the quiet streets, half hoping for some misdemeanor to break up the monotony. Not that he wanted anyone to get hurt or anything, but a little bit of action wouldn't be unwelcome.

Stiles wondered what Derek was doing. He'd tried to convince him to go to Lydia's for her annual New Year's Eve party, but Derek had given him a look of such deep skepticism that Stiles had dropped the subject almost immediately. Probably for the best, Derek and social gatherings didn't exactly mix like gin and tonic. He'd probably be at the loft, brooding over a book or working out, the usual fare for a quiet evening in Hale territory.

The clock on the cruiser's dashboard blinked 11:48 PM. Mocking him. Twelve more minutes until the new year, and there Stiles was, about as far from confetti and countdowns as he could get. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel with a resigned huff, feeling every bit a petulant child rather than a deputy of the law. Maybe if he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was anywhere but here.

A sudden chirp from the radio broke his reverie; a call was coming in. With a jolt, he was all business, reaching for the handset.

"Deputy Stilinski here," he answered, his previous thoughts vanishing instantly as dispatch requested him back to the station. An unexpected surge of adrenaline pulsed through him as he responded with a quick "10-4 en route."

He put the car in gear and maneuvered the cruiser through downtown, hoping it wasn't anything serious. Not when he had plans to call Derek at midnight to wish him a happy new year, to hear his voice, and maybe imagine that he was right there beside him. Briefly, Stiles wondered if he could sneak away after this call to steal a moment with Derek, to ring in the new year together, even if it was after the rest of the world celebrated.

Stiles arrived at the station in record time, but nothing seemed amiss. No other deputies were rushing about, and even the dispatcher, Marley, had a relaxed air as Stiles approached. Confused, he tilted his head and asked, "What's the situation?"

"No situation. Just head into the bullpen." Marley smiled in a way that made Stiles instantly suspicious.

He raised an eyebrow, about to inquire further when he was cut off by music blasting from the other room—*NSYNC, if he wasn't mistaken—and when he walked through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks at the scene before him.

Instead of the chaos he expected, he found the bullpen transformed into a mini celebratory zone, complete with streamers, balloons, and twinkling fairy lights strung across the room.

Stiles grinned so hard he thought his face might split in two as he glanced at the very last person he expected to see tonight.

Derek.

"What is this?" Stiles asked, even though it was obvious Derek had set this up for him. His heart swelled at the thought that Derek had gone to all this trouble just to give him a New Year's surprise. Derek’s gruff exterior, the one he presented to the rest of the world, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a softness in his eyes, a tenderness that was reserved for Stiles alone—something that always left Stiles feeling like the luckiest guy alive.

Derek looked as content as Stiles had ever seen him. A smile tugged at his lips as he simply said, "Surprise."

"I'll say." Stiles stepped closer, noticing there was even a bottle of sparkling grape juice on his desk, along with two plastic flutes. "You did all this for me?"

"Yeah," Derek replied, his voice carrying a warmth that settled deep in Stiles's chest. "It's our first New Year's together in an official capacity. I wanted to spend it with you, even if you're on duty."

The lump in Stiles's throat was unexpected, and he swallowed hard, feeling an overwhelming rush of affection. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just...come here," Derek gestured him over, and Stiles didn't need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a few strides and wrapped Derek in an all-consuming hug that was met with equal fervor. And though it didn’t fit the beat at all, they swayed to the music—a private dance in their makeshift party.

When they finally broke apart, the clock on the wall drew Stiles's attention, showing it was only moments to midnight.

"Happy New Year," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Derek's lips, tinged with the promise of the year to come. Derek reciprocated the kiss, deepening it just as the sound of cheers and fireworks from the outside world filtered in. But they were in their own little bubble, the celebration outside dimming in comparison to this moment. As the kiss ended, Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "Best start to a year. Ever."

Derek's answering chuckle rumbled against Stiles's chest, a sound so deep and genuine it made everything else insignificant.

"Happy New Year, Stiles," Derek murmured, his eyes shining with mirth and something softer, something that said this was just the beginning.

As the last remnants of the 'Happy New Year' chants echoed outside, Stiles and Derek shared another kiss. One that drowned out the world, ringing in a new year in the best way possible.

Together.

#sterek #sterekfests #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfestsmidnight #sterekweekly #sterekweeklykiss #sterekmonthly #sterekmonthlybeginning #sterekbingo #imagine sterek #holy shit i wrote something

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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The First I Love You - Liam Dunbar (NSFW)

Liam Dunbar's POV:

I open the door to the Stilinski residence with the key Y/N cut for me and am too deep in thoughts about tonight that I don't hear the multitude of heart beats.

"Y/N?" I call, hearing his grunt from the living room, "I bought the whipped cream and chocolate like you wa-" I let out a small shriek when I see Lydia, Stiles, Scott and Derek in the living room with Y/N. Lydia cocks an eyebrow at Y/N when he tells me to go put it in his room instead of the kitchen.

I can't help but feel mildly annoyed as I trudge my way up to Y/N's room, meeting Sheriff Stilinski halfway up, "Afternoon Sheriff." I throw on a fake smile before entering Y/N room. I shove the bag into his bottom drawer then make my back to the living room to settle on the floor by Y/N's feet as there's no more room on the sofas. Y/N instinctively reaches down and begins to massage a hand through my hair, making me want more than his hand in my hair but of course I can't kiss him now because the others are here and I'm a minor so the pack may not be okay with it.

As if feeling my discomfort Y/N leans closer and says softly, "You can sit on my lap Lili, it might be more comfy than the floor." I pretend to hesitate but give in when Y/N pulls me up onto his lap, both of us shifting until we're in a comfortable position. A position we've sat in multiple times when we've been alone; fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

Halfway through the third movie I feel my eyes dropping shut and Y/N just presses a kiss to my hair and carries on carding his fingers through my hair, murmuring, "Don't fight it. Get some rest Liam."

I wake to find myself in Y/N’s bed, he's next to me with a book in his hand and the other is on the inside of my thigh where I've draped a leg over his waist. As if knowing I'm awake he begins to rub his hand up and down my thigh, inching higher and higher each time. My hips move towards his hand but every time they do he stops and moves his hand to my knee, making me whine.

"Sorry about the others coming over. They arrived with Stiles and it's his house too so I couldn't turn them away." Y/N finally glanced over from his book.

"You could make it up to me." I purr, placing one of my hands on his bare chest and slowly moving it down towards the waistband of the loose fitting tracksuit bottoms he's wearing, lingering on what I know are his weak spots. He shift subtlety and I call it a silent victory, especially as it causes him to lean over me and put his book on the bedside table.

"We'll use the whipped cream and chocolate another time. Right now I just want to fuck you." He whispers in my ear, teeth grazing across my cheek and making me groan.

"Please."

"You've gotta be quiet though baby, Stiles and Dad are home." He warns, trailing kisses down my neck before rolling on to his back, pulling me on top of him. I sit up so I'm straddling his hips and throw my tee shirt to the floor before practically ripping off my shorts in a rush to get naked, not caring because Y/N's eyes are raking up and down my body and ripping my clothes is an excuse to wear his ones after. He puts his hands on mine before I can rip my boxers, making me frown until one of his hands grabs me through the material. I whine and my hips buck into the friction, becoming fully hard.

"Off." We say at the same time and I can't help but snicker at this, both of us losing our final layer of clothes and patience. My eyes falling to Y/N's erection that slaps against his stomach, mouth watering a little as I wanna taste the precum that's leaking from the head but before I can even duck my head Y/N groans out, "Finger yourself."

I lean over him and grab the bottle of lube from his top draw, pouring some onto my fingers before throwing it on the bed beside Y/N's head. Y/N's hands softly caress my hips as I slot two fingers inside myself, his eyes on the movement of my fingers disappearing inside me as I stretch myself for him. Normally I'd shy away from attention like this but the way Y/N watches, his tongue darting out to wet his lips just turns me on.

Once I'm stretched enough I shuffle forwards and grab Y/N's erection, lining myself up with him so I can slid myself down easily. He lets out a soft sound once he's fully sheathed inside me that makes me lean forwards and press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, beginning to gently rock my hips. I can't help the small gasps and moans that leave my mouth as we find a steady rhythm, Y/N's kisses swallowing the sounds while one of his hands settles on my hip and the other tangles in my hair, pulling lightly.

"I love this." I murmur against Y/N's now kiss swollen lips, gasping when his hips buck up to meet my twist of hips. He smiles, nodding in agreement, "I love you," before his lips gravitate to that sweet spot on my neck to distract me from what he just admitted. It works because soon my hips are pressing down harder and his thrusts are becoming rougher. He suddenly pushes me into a sitting position and I cry out when the change of angle means he's pressing up against that tight bundle of nerves but Y/N's hand flies up to cover my mouth, hushing me. I bite my bottom lip so hard I draw blood and Y/N gently pulls my lip from my teeth before his hand wraps around my neglected member, making my hips jerk as my body becomes unsure where to gravitate to: down so Y/N's pressing on that bundle of nerves or forward and into Y/N's hand where his thumb is ghosting over the slit.

I almost scream when Y/N gives one final tug of his hand and the other pushes me down, my orgasm slamming into me. I collapse on top of him, biting into his shoulder to mask my moans, hearing him gasp a little. Once I'm sure I've come down from my high I just let Y/N fuck me to his own orgasm but what I don't expect is for me to be coming again at the feel of him filling me up. My back arches and I think I forget how to breathe for a good few minutes because suddenly Y/N is kissing me.

I pull away when my sex-fogged brain processes Y/N's murmur so I say, "I love you too." He stills before his face breaks into a grin and he pulls me down into another kiss, making me cry out against his lips as it's pushed him even further inside me and hitting that extremely sensitive spot. There's a creak outside and I freeze when there's a knock on Y/N’s bedroom door before the Sheriff asks, "Are you okay in there Y/N?"

"Yeah! Don't worry! I just slammed my knee on my bedside table again!" Y/N calls back and the Sheriff believes him as he sighs, wishes Y/N goodnight and shuffled back to his own room.

Once I'm sure he's gone I slowly ease off Y/N, my arms and legs shaking with effort before collapsing next to him while he leans over and grabs some tissues. I whine into his side when he cleans me up and then himself, snuggling closer when he finally puts his arms around me, mumbling, "Gnight Y/N, love you." Smiling when he says it back and presses a kiss to my forehead.

#liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar #liam dunbar x male reader #liam dunbar oneshot #liam dunbar smut #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf smut

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