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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Pairing: Stisaac

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Donovan Donati (mentioned)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, claiming bites, cnc (Stiles saying anything but the safe word will not stop Isaac. No means nothing), feral behavior, possessive behavior, light degradation (use of slut)

Words: 2913

Kinktober: CNC

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It’s not that weird of a request. He’s not really worried about Isaac judging him either despite the wolf’s face. It doesn’t really help that he kind of spewed the words from his mouth because Stiles was worried about losing his nerve. He should probably slow down, make sure the question is comprehensible and then wait for his boyfriend’s reaction. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Because there’s no way the wolf didn’t hear him. So it’s not like Stiles can just run away and pretend he never said anything to begin with.

Stiles takes a deep breath, hoping to quell his raging heart, “I asked if you would chase me through the woods and fuck me when you catch me.”

Isaac opens his mouth like he has a response, only to audibly click it closed. The wolf just stares at him for a moment, only making the anxiety about the whole situation rise higher and higher. Maybe he should’ve ran when he had the chance. Quit while he’s not even close to being ahead. They’ve been together for six months and Stiles just sprung the question on him.

He’s holding onto the hope that because the request holds a great purpose to him that Isaac will understand. Stiles just has to get the damn words out first. Because if he doesn’t, he’s just going to clam up about it. Already is in fact. “You know what, just forget I said anything,” the human attempts, turning out of their living room to hide in the bedroom.

“Is this some sort of werewolf kink you’re only just telling me about?” Isaac asks, stopping him in his tracks. “You hate going in the woods. Vehemently against it, actually,” the wolf leans forward on his elbows. “Now you want me to chase you and fuck you in the woods. You don’t even like running. I don’t get it, baby.”

Stiles’ shoulders slump and he sighs, crossing the room to take the empty seat on the couch beside his boyfriend. Guess it really is time to spill the beans. “You remember when you found me a year ago at the store?”

It was a shitty day all around. Not the first time it had happened, Stiles’ predicament, not a chance meeting with the wolf. He was all kinds of sore, bruised, and bloody in several places. Stiles was getting medical supplies to tend to his wounds, wondering if it was bad enough this time that he should actually go to the hospital. Isaac happened to be at the store and found him with a rainbow of bruises, dirt under his nails, and adorning the sharp scent of copper.

“Yeah…” the wolf trails off.

“You helped me realize that Donovan raped me,” Stiles says and his boyfriend snarls at the name. “I just never told you how.” Isaac had to help him realize that fact because Donovan twisted his brain so badly. Convinced him that your own boyfriend couldn’t rape you. That Stiles came, so he obviously wanted it and was just playing hard to get.

“I didn’t know I needed specifics,” Isaac scratches his jaw. But he must see something in the human’s face that makes him willing to listen. Or ready to. “I’ll bite,” Isaac sighs heavily, “how did he do it?”

“He was a big fan of the whole predator prey thing,” Stiles rubs his hands together. “We were together, so you’d think he wouldn’ have to force himself on me like that, but he got off on it. I would wake up at night in the middle of the preserve and he would force me to run. Just so that he could chase me.” Stiles scoffs, “unlike most predators, no matter how far I’d make it, he never seemed to get tired. It didn’t make things easier on me at all. I was the one too tired. Too tired to fight back,” his voice betrays him with a crack, tears burning his eyes.

“Stiles-”

“He would force himself on me,” the human cuts him off. “Didn’t care if I was telling him no or if something hurt.” Stiles gains his strength, coming up on the year anniversary of the last time this happened, he wants control. “Donovan liked to make it hurt. He could form teeth on any part of his body. He’d bite me everywhere. From the palm of his hand was his favorite so that way where he held me, he ensured I was bitten to stay in place. He’d use his real fangs to hold me down by my neck.”

“And you want me to do that to you so you regain control of the memories,” Isaac surmises.

The human looks at him shocked, but nods, “yeah. Supposedly it’s therapeutic to do it with someone you trust in a controlled environment where you know you’re actually safe.”

“I know,” the wolf says, “Chris did the same for me while we were in France. He got me some much needed therapy over my father. They suggested a hands-on approach. Trapped in a freezer for six hours while a hunter yelled at me was fucking intense, but he kept reminding me that I always had an out. I was in control. That I simply had to open the door. I haven’t had a nightmare since.” Blue eyes flicker over his face, “when did you want to do it? You said you would wake up in the preserve, does that mean you want it to be a surprise?”

Stiles shakes his head, “no. Um, today is the one year mark,” he reminds the wolf. “I-I want to go out there of my own volition and then I want you to do what he did. Don’t hold back on me either, I need to really feel it, Is. Be demeaning and degrading. Use your werewolf strength.”

“Okay, but if I bite you too hard with my fangs, I’ll end up mating with you,” his boyfriend says, expression painfully hard to read.

The human can only smile, “Donovan manipulated me so badly in the beginning. Made me think you wanted nothing to do with me. Refused to let me so much as talk to you much less be friends. Isaac,” Stiles turns to face the wolf, “I’ve loved you since we were ten. I can’t think of anything better than being mated with you. It’ll just add to the experience, give it an even happier connotation on top of helping me. Celebrating not only my full freedom from him, but celebrating how I feel about you.”

Isaac grins, reaching over to tangle their fingers together. “Okay, Pretty Boy,” the wolf says, lifting Stiles’ hand to kiss his knuckles. “Let’s get some food in you first and then we’ll go.”

“You get a ten minute head start,” Isaac tells him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” The wolf’s blue eyes are cloudy, as much as he’s checking in, Stiles can see his wolf chomping at the bit for the opportunity to chase. It’s an invitation to them after all and instinct is one hell of a motivator.

“I’m sure,” the human curls his arms around his boyfriend. “Thank you for doing this,” Stiles says, despite being filled with nervous energy.

“Remember your safeword?” The wolf taps his nose.

“Badge,” Stiles tells him with confidence. It seemed like the best choice since he’s always felt safe with his father. A beacon of protection. Isaac smiles softly, bending down to place a tender kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you in ten minutes,” he whispers, bolting away from the wolf. He does plan to take it a little slow at first, but the more distance he has in the beginning, the better.

Isaac snarls violently at him running away. Stiles appreciates the patience and control his boyfriend has to not immediately chase after him. It’s no doubt taking exceptional work on Isaac’s part. His heart is pounding in his chest with every bound of his feet. Every bush he dashes around, it beats harder. Every fallen log he jumps over makes his lungs burn in effort to keep enough oxygen flowing. Isaac was right in saying that he hates running. Stiles really does.

But he’d do anything if it meant erasing the remnants of Donovan from his life. The wendigo is so far behind bars he’ll never see the light of day again. But Stiles needs him out of his brain too. Not once in their relationship has Isaac given himself over to his wolf. While a partially scary thought, Stiles knows with certainty that his wolf doesn’t want to harm him either. That some part of him will hear his safeword and stop if need be.

It’s why he trusts Isaac implicitly for this.

Stiles has no idea how long he’s been running for or in which direction. He’s turned himself around too many times and is pretty much lost. The sun is nearly set too, so he can’t really see for shit either. Anxiety prickles the back of his neck. The sinking feeling that this is what it was like with Donovan setting into his bones. Disoriented and terrified, unsure what to do next. Or what’s going to happen.

A deep, vicious roar echoes through the trees, nearly impossible to tell which way it’s come from. Stiles’ legs begin to shake as he pushes himself harder. He can’t see a fucking thing. All wildlife has ceased their nightly noises and the only thing he can hear is his own feet thumping into the earth. Isaac can’t be far off now, especially if he’s tapping into his wolf like requested. But Stiles can’t fucking hear him.

He’s half tempted to stop for a minute to try and figure out where his boyfriend is. But that doesn’t seem like the best idea. There’s no way Stiles will be able to see him until he’s far too close. While Isaac could probably see him already.

Not that it matters. Stiles takes two more steps only to be tackled to the ground by a harsh, snarled impact. The human struggles, wriggling and thrashing his arms to try and get free. Causing them to tumble around, Isaac growling at his defiance.

“Get off,” Stiles grunts, kneeing his boyfriend in the side and scrambling away. There’s more fear coursing through him than he thought there’d be. A voice in the back of his head, his own no doubt, continues to remind him that he trusts Isaac. He doesn’t get very far before claws pinch into his ankle and he’s yanked back towards the wolf. His shirt riding up and twigs biting into his stomach as he goes. “Stop,” the human croaks, pain flaring on his abdomen, watching golden eyes rake across his frame like a man starved.

More like a wolf starved.

Isaac, more animal than human with his huffed breaths, shreds his pants, tossing the tatters well out of view and reach. Mid-motion, Stiles’ nails rake the dirt and he tries to scramble away, only to have his boyfriend's claws dig into the meat of his calf. Not very deep, but enough that Stiles feels it. He cries out, falling pliant to the wolf crawling on top of him, rumbling in his chest as he goes. Isaac flips him and settles on top of him, fangs grazing his erratic pulse. The human’s hyperventilating, trying to keep himself under control. Secured in the knowledge that he can stop this at any given time.

Teeth pinch his neck, Stiles squirming under the wolf's weight. His heart slams against his rib cage painfully. Donovan flashes behind his pinched lids, causing blood to whoosh in Stiles’ ears. Isaac grinds against him, pulling him back to the present and the human moans for the first time tonight.

"Go ahead, Pretty Boy, moan as loud as you want," Isaac chuckles darkly, "no one can hear you out here."

Stiles never told him the things Donovan said. While this may be moaning, the wendigo loved to hear him scream. And reminded him constantly that no one would hear him should the screams turn to cries for help. Stuck in his thoughts, Stiles hadn't realized the wolf moved off of him, yanking his boxers away with a flourish. Suddenly he's flipped onto his knees, the skin being stabbed with twigs. His palms are getting no better treatment, the sting makes Stiles wince out a whine.

"Isaac, p-please," Stiles gasps, letting out another moan and the wet tongue swirling around the tight ring of muscle. "Fuck-" the human groans, body bending down against his own volition. "Shit, wait, claws, Is. Wait-" he stammers, feeling a finger prod along with his tongue, genuine fear creeping up the back of his neck.

Thankfully when Isaac shoves two, not one, inside they're free of sharp nails. At least the wolf had enough sense to put them away. Donovan never cared, thought the blood was attractive. The sign of caught prey. Made him more prideful. The burn of two fingers thrusting into Stiles slowly gives way to pleasure, warming his insides beautifully. Though out of control, he's so here for it.

His body relaxes, allowing the intrusion and the stretch of his growling boyfriend's fingers. "Look at you," Isaac coos, nipping at his ass hard enough that Stiles shrieks. Surely leaving a bruise behind. One the wolf spanks before spitting on his hole, effortlessly adding a third finger. "See how easily you opened up for me, sweet thing," the wolf snarls with glee, "always knew you were a slut."

He can't help the moan if he tried. Words that once made him recoil now sound perfectly sinful and delicious on the wolf's tongue. Stiles almost forgot he's supposed to be pretending to be against this when his boyfriend's skilled fingers ram right into his prostate. Stars spark in his vision, the dark woods becoming even less clear. The human half hears Isaac's pants unzip and the rustling of them being pulled down. So he struggles, halfheartedly attempting to get away from the wolf one last time.

Not that it does him any good. The free hand holding his hip trails up to the back of his neck, shoving his cheek into the dirt. "Stay. Still," Isaac snarls in his ear. Stiles doesn't dare move. Listening to his boyfriend spit into his palm. The squelch of him lubing his cock up kills the human, anticipation rising despite himself. There's no warning or even a comment, as soon as Isaac's fingers leave him, the wolf thrusts himself inside. Slamming their thighs together with force that makes Stiles scream.

He threatens to white out. Blessed out of his mind at the rough treatment from a caring hand. Stiles breathes deeply, filling his lungs only to have it all rush out when Isaac pulls out and slams back in, not waiting for him to adjust. His boyfriend keeps the punishing rhythm. Just snapping his hips forward in full movements. Leaving Stiles completely empty before stuffing him full. It's dizzying. It hurts. It feels fucking great. And Stiles is a moaning mess, ready to fall apart as the wolf changes his angle, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of him until tears prick his eyes it feels that good.

"Still with me?" Isaac asks, thumb brushing the back of his neck lightly.

"Yeah," the human croaks, just taking what the wolf offers. Safeword tucked in the back of his mind, but not thinking he'll need it. The burn in pretty much gone and the pain in his knees and hands are blocked out by the way Isaac is fucking him.

"Good," his boyfriend grunts, spreading his ass cheeks before blanketing him with his body. Isaac is fucking deep and Stiles can't help the clench. The wolf snarls again, "you're mine," yanking the collar of his shirt and sinking his fangs in at the crook.

Stiles screams, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the orgasm he didn't even know was forming, hits a head. He cums hard, spilling himself over the forest floor beneath him. His knees threaten to buckle, but Isaac removes his fangs, wrapping a hand around his throat and pulls Stiles up to his chest. His gasps for air turn to soft whines, the wolf licking the wound clean as he pounds harder. Chasing his own release inside the human. Stiles can't think, he can't fucking breathe. But good god can he feel.

His boyfriend's bite nestled the very distinct feeling of Isaac inside his chest. Tethering them together in bliss and so much emotion, Stiles doesn't know what to do with himself. So he says the first words that come to mind, "Thank you, Is."

"Fucking-" Isaac fucks into him harder, stilling his hips balls deep. "Thank you," he moans, nuzzling the mark while filling Stiles full of his cum. They catch their breath, holding onto one another until Isaac’s soft growls cease. Carefully, he pulls out, earning him a groan. "You okay, Pretty Boy? Your knees all right?"

"Very," Stiles hums with a dopey grin on his face, putting his full weight on the wolf. Sighing to himself as he feels his boyfriend's cum start to leak out of him. “They sting, but I’m okay.”

"Let's get you home, yeah?" Isaac whispers, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder.

Stiles nods and lets the wolf curl him to his chest to pick him up and carry him back to the car.

#stisaac #stiles stilinki #isaac lahey #isaac x stiles #stiles x isaac #teen wolf #kinktober vol. 2 #Match Writes

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turtleduckiie · 1 year

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Is it just me or does Tyler Galpin seem very similar to Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf?

#changing the tags to be clearer I guess #both had dead mom's and police officer fathers #tyler was used by laurel = stiles was used by the nogitsune #wednesday #teen wolf #tyler galpin #stiles stilinki

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fyeahsterek72 · 1 year

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Thank you @outtoshatter for tagging me in your WIP Whenever post.

My fic is named after the Coldplay song, which actually is about a breakup, but you’ll get it when you read it. I will just say that Stiles’ spark comes to life in a big way when he witnesses Derek dying. The following isn’t the last words that I wrote, because those contain a plot spoiler. What you need to know is that Scott was injured very badly by the creature of the week and Stiles saved him, too.

Trigger warning for Scott being in really bad shape in the hospital

Melissa led Stiles into Scott’s room. Malia jumped from her chair at his bedside, ran over to Stiles, and enfolded him into a bone breaking hug.

“Thank you,” she said into his shoulder. She looked him in the eyes and said, “I’ll leave you alone. He’s slower. Give him a little time.”

Stiles nodded, looking over at Scott.

He was unrecognizable, his face puffy and horribly bruised. His head had been completely shaved and he had a long row of surgical staples holding a long cut on his scalp closed. He could barely open his eyes. There were wires and IV’s and monitors everywhere and his head surrounded by a halo immobilizer.

“Is that Stiles?” he asked, words slow and lazy. It reminded Stiles of all the times he and Scott would steal liquor from his dad and get wasted in the woods before Scott had been bitten.

“He’s also on a huge dose of Dilaudid,” Melissa said.

Stiles smiled and said, “Feeling a little spacy there, dude?”

“Stiles!” Scott said, and even though his face was swollen and bruised, he smiled so brightly that his left cheek dimpled. “Come over here. That fucker threw me head first into a tree. It was supposed to be a snake. It had arms!”

#sterek chaos event #sterek #wip wednesday #stiles stilinki #scott mccall #wip whenever

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jimmy12427 · 2 years

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#stiles stilinki #we shouldve had more of that sassy girl

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twjournals · 2 years

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can i request a ❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜ with stiles pleaseeee

"Stiles," You whined against his lips, lightly pushing on his chest to break your kiss.

You giggled at how swollen his lips were already from the heated make out session you were just having in the jeep. Your finger traced over his lips before he leaned in for another needy peck in which you gladly returned.

"Come onnn. You remember what happened the last time you kissed me like this." You grinned.

"How could I forget?" He rolled his head back with a groan recalling the last time things had got heated in the jeep. You had hardly even made it to the backseat with both of your shirts long gone, wrapped up in a heated kiss when the Sheriff was knocking on the window. It was embarrassing to say the least, between getting catch and it being by your own boyfriend's dad. You didn’t want to risk a second time.

You couldn't help yourself though. It was hardly a new relationship, but you couldn't help wanting to touch him and it didn't help he was never shy when it came to affection. He was always touching you in some way, whether it was his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, or the light kisses he would press to your skin. How could you keep your hands to yourself? It was almost impossible around him.

You wiped your lips, rubbing them together to ease the tingling as you checked yourself in the visor mirror. Stiles sat in thought for a moment before looking in your direction. "Your parents are home aren't they?"

"Sadly." You closed the visor before looking over at him.

He hummed when you met his stare, stroking his chin as he leaned against the small console.

"Isn't your dad working late tonight?"

His eyes lit up in realization, a grin spreading across his lips. "That's right. I completely forgot he was."

You grabbed the collar of his flannel to pull him into a teasing slow kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip. "Well if we hurry now, we might get a round or two in." As if you needed to persuade him. He was already sold.

It took little to no time to get to his house. Your words had only encouraged him to get there faster.

You both climbed out of the jeep, stumbling over each other to get to door before you ended up pressed against it in a kiss.

"Stiles-" You giggled, grasping onto his shirt. As tempting as it was just to let him take you against the door, you were looking out for his neighbors.

"Right. Inside, got it." He reminded himself out loud. He fumbled with his keys to get the front door unlocked. Stiles pushed the door open, peeking his head in. "Dad?" He called.

"What are you doing?"

"Sh, you can never be too sure." He shooed you, making you roll your eyes.

"Dad? You home?" He tried one more time before finally he pushed the door open wide. He wrapped an arm around your waist in an instant to pull you inside with him. He pushed the door shut behind the both of us proceeding to press you against it once more as he had you outside. "No one's here. We can be as loud as we want." He assured as his thumb stroked across your cheek, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips.

"Really? Did the empty driveway not give it away?" You teased. Your fingers were already working to undo his pants.

"That mouth." Stiles stared down at you with a tsk, shaking his head before pulling you over his shoulder to carry you upstairs to his bedroom. "We're going to have to put it to better use."

#stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski drabble #teen wolf drabble #stiles stilinki x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader

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teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions · 1 year

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Derek, flirting with Stiles: So... How would I tell someone that you wanted to mate them again?

Stiles, flirting back: excuse me, sweetheart. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Eli: what the fuck is wrong with you guys that you would even say that in front of your own son?!

Stiles: you really want me to pull out that medical history file to name all the diagnosis.

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#teen wolf #stilinki-hale #sterek #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #mieczysław stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #eli stilinski hale #eli hale #vince mattis #source: sterekmpreg

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harringtonstilinski · 3 months

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i haven't written for stiles and a certain character in so long, it feels foreign 😂

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinki x oc #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x oc

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teencopandthesourwolf · 2 months

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Derek: I really like it that we hang out together now. I had a lot fun last night.

Stiles: *confused* What? But we haven't seen each other in four days...

Derek: I didn't know you could be quiet for that long, it was actually kind of amazing.

Stiles: Derek, did you——DUDE, DID YOU WATCH ME SLEEPING?!

Derek: Oh, come on. Watch is such a strong word.

#can't sleep. think about sterek.#completely correct teen wolf quotes #creeper!derek #derek hale #stiles stilinki #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #sterek #sterek chats #teen wolf chats #tcats chats #teencopandthesourwolf

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void-bambi · 2 years

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faevorite-main-blog · 2 years

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IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN FOLKS! The love of my life @isthatbloodonhisshirt and I have teamed up again to release yet another mermaid au for you all! (Blood is a freaking literary genius and I’m in AWE of the glory of the story she created.)

READ THE FIC HERE

You can also find the link to a second artwork for this series HERE.

Happy mermay from our dynamic duo ❤️

#tw #my art #sterek #art #teen wolf #mermay #mermaid #mermaid stiles #stiles stilinski x derek hale #stiles stilinki #Derek hale #fic rec #isthatbloodonhisshirt

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leeu16337 · 2 days

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Juniper/Grover Underwood, Clarisse La Rue/Chris Rodriguez, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Aiden/Lydia Martin Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Piper McLean, Grover Underwood, Clarisse La Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Zeus (Percy Jackson), Hades (Percy Jackson), Apollo (Percy Jackson), Hera (Percy Jackson), Artemis (Percy Jackson), Pollux (Percy Jackson), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Talia Hale, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Māhealani, Helen of Troy Additional Tags: Female Stiles Stilinski, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Daughter of Zeus, Watching Teen Wolf Summary:

Percy Jackson could finally rest: after defeating Kronos and Gaea, his life seemed full of endless possibilities. Yet, he only yearned for one thing - the other part of his soul. Ever since he had found out he was a demigod, he had been hearing about people and their success in meeting their soulmate; and yet, he had been unable to for most of his life.

He didn't know whether to thank the Fates or curse them for their intervention.

Where Percy Jackson meets and falls in love with Stiles Stilinski, daughter of Zeus.

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xo-tins-xo · 3 months

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Stiles x reader imagine

Summary: Just moving to town and finding sanctuary in a certain brunette.

Word count: 594

An: i really hope you guys like my first ever imagine, more to come soon❤️

Could you imagine just moving into Beacon Hills from a bustling city like Houston TX, or New York. The small , almost eerie , town is completely different than what you’re used to. Everyone knows each other, there's no large intricate highways, and theres like one fast food chain, and everywhere else is a mom and pop shop. You felt like an outsider, the energy was just so different from back home.

Can you imagine just moving in across the street from Sheriff stilinki's house because he and your dad used to be old drinking buddies.

Could you imagine unpacking all your Mr. Toad figurines and other useless trinkets when you catch two brown haired boys staring at you.

The taller one holding binoculars in his right hand while his head was turned looking at the door, The other boy staring right at you as he keeps hitting his friend’s shoulder to get his attention. The taller boy, with the buzz cut, looks back with embarrassment. You mouth pervert to them and close your curtains to only find out they are still very sheer. Embarrassed by it you just turn away and continue packing.

Imagine stiles seeing the moving trucks up and down his street. He's curious, not many people move to beacon heels. He sees a black Chevrolet truck pull into the drive across the street. At first he's sees a man, but then you get out next. He's bewildered. Not only was there a new kid, but a hot new kid!? He needed a closer examination and of course he called scott for backup, there's no way you're this hot and not supernatural. Scott and Stiles were extremely embarrassed that they got caught for peeping, but it wasn't like that they swear!

Imagine going to your first day of school, You hoped and prayed to not run into those peeping toms, You hoped they went to some delinquent school miles away. You go your whole day without seeing either one of them, until you head to the office to drop off some paper you had your teachers sign. Just your luck, the guy right in front of you is the tall brunette. He turns around and shows this baffled look, his face calms and he starts nervously scratching his head. You give your paper to the front desk and try to go on about your day. Before you could reach the door you feel a warm and .....clammy hand around your wrist? "Can we talk?" he asks, "In private?" he says sparing a glance to the front desk lady who rapidly turned her head away when she realized we were looking at her.

Imagine heading to the library with stiles and him explaining that he wasn’t trying to peep on you, he was just curious about who was moving in. You taunt him a little but ultimately choose to forgive and forget.

You immediately click with stiles but not so much with his friends, They give you weird looks and lydia always has something backhanded to say which really pisses you off. Although you and stiles talk , y'all tend stay in your separate friend groups.

Imagine having stiles drive you around in his jeep to show you all the great food places to eat off campus.

Imagine talking to stiles through flashlight code at night since yalls windows are across from each other

Imagine taking walks late at night while holding each other to ward off the cold breeze as you try to get to the bottom of why you both can't sleep, could y'all be soulmates?

- i really hoped you guys liked reading this🙏🏼. im sorry if its super detailed i wrote this late at night🤸🏽‍♂️

#teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #imagine #teenwolf imagines

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