#he turned Scott. but not Stiles. not without his consent

[takaraphoenix]

The Clever One

(this is a sneak peek for the Steter fic I'm currently working on, where Stiles realizes in season 1 that Peter's canon behavior toward him is strange, how he never hurts Stiles, never tries to kill him, offers Stiles a choice. He comes to the conclusion that he's Peter's mate. So he sets conditions for Peter, leading to a season 2 rewrite with Alpha Peter. and Alpha Mate Stiles, rebuilding the Hale Pack together.)

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Stiles walked into the broken, burned out husk of the Hale House like he owned the place. Just to be stopped by a hand on his chest and blue eyes flashing at him from Derek’s annoyed face.

“What are you doing here, Stiles,” Derek growled.

“I’m here to talk to your glorious Alpha,” Stiles tilted his head with an uncaring air.

He was not going to let Derek threaten him. Sure, in the past his heart would jump and he would be afraid, even if he still helped Derek out. Right now, Stiles was fully confident in his own safety. Derek narrowed his eyes in irritation, smelling or hearing that Stiles wasn’t intimidated.

“You fought him, in the hospital. You fought him to protect me,” Stiles argued with a frown. “He killed your sister, Derek. Why did you join him?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Derek was close to snarling.

“Try me,” Stiles threw up his hands. “I understand a lot more than you think.”

This time, Derek did snarl. Just to receive a warning growl from upstairs. A cocky grin spread over Stiles’ lips. He’d known the Alpha was here too. He’d known that as long as Peter was close by, Derek wouldn’t get to do any threatening or bodily harm. The beta ground his teeth and stepped back. Hah. Oh, Stiles was absolutely going to revel in the fact that he now outranked Derek. Alpha Mate beat out the Alpha’s right-hand. His grin turned a note of shit-eating.

“He was in a coma for six years. Slowly healing. Aware of everything around him. You couldn’t understand what that is like for a wolf, especially…” Derek swallowed hard, looking away. “Everyone was dead, me and Laura were gone. He was alone with it all.”

“He went insane,” Stiles nodded. “I feel like we established the insanity part in the hospital. You fought him in the hospital. I want to know what changed since then.”

“He’s still healing,” Derek’s voice dropped even more. “He wasn’t fully healed when he killed Laura, he was… feral. Acting on instincts. Seeking to get better. Becoming Alpha… did that.”

Stiles could hear it. He could hear the despair in Derek’s voice. Stiles closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. Asking Derek was useless, Derek desperately wanted to believe this. Because what was the other option? That his only living family had willingly, or even joyfully, murdered Derek’s sister? No. Of course did Derek cling onto the hope that things could get better now.

“Okay,” Stiles sighed. “You can go now, Derek.”

The beta stared at him incredulously. “You don’t tell me what to do, Stiles. Werewolf, human. We established this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do, in my own home.”

With all the confidence he could muster did Stiles raise his head, not cowering, holding Derek’s gaze with a calm pulse. “Because Alpha Mate outranks right-hand.”

And oh this felt good. Stiles smirked cockily. Even as a not werewolf, he could feel the tension in the air. The shocked look on Derek’s face – genuine shock, meaning Derek hadn’t put it together yet and Peter hadn’t told him, oh damn, Derek hadn’t even known. A laugh barked out from upstairs.

“I knew you would figure it out on your own. I didn’t think so soon though,” Peter sounded both amused and nearly fond. “Leave us, Derek.”

Grounding his teeth together, Derek shot his uncle one last look before he headed out. Peter only walked into view at the top of the stairs after they could hear the Camaro roar to life and drive off.

“Tell me that he’s right,” Stiles ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me that you are still healing. Getting better. Because, you know, the bit where you mauled one of my best friends-”

“She was all over you,” Peter growled, his eyes flashing red. “You were all over her.”

Stiles swallowed, the cockiness cracking some. Not because the growling and red eyes intimidated him, but because of how much they turned him on. No one had ever been possessive over him. Heck, no one had ever been interested in him. Sure, Lydia had gone to Homecoming with him in the end, but that had been more coercion from Allison and pity than Lydia actually wanting him. Lydia still wanted Jackson. Still loved Jackson. Might always love Jackson.

Peter cleared his throat, all calm and professional again. “I am still healing. The outside heals the fastest, it’s… the inside that needs more time, even with wolf-healing. A large part of me is still very… feral and reduced to base instincts. I attacked her because my inner wolf felt threatened by her, threatened by the way she was making advances on my mate.”

Stiles’ heart jumped a little at that. So he had figured it out, but actually hearing himself referred to as Peter’s mate was something else entirely than figuring it out on his own, for himself. Stiles bit down on his cheek, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Part of him was grateful Peter was still at the top of the stairs. Physical distance between them. This whole conversation was a lot. Though Stiles had come to the realization that he was Peter’s mate, he had not fully come to terms with that fact. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it could or should or would mean.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Peter’s voice was soft, which might be the weirdest part of this entire conversation. “Or with you. Not yet. You’re more child than man, Stiles. But I can already tell why my wolf chose you as my mate. You are clever. Brilliant. Tricky. Manipulative. Cunning. Quick-witted. All the qualities I cherish the most.”

Stiles couldn’t help but flush at that. “Yeah, well, don’t make it sound like that’s your grand gesture there, I am not exactly tripping over myself trying to get into your pants either. You turned my best friend into a werewolf, without his consent – even though you proved that you are capable of asking for it when you asked me if I wanted the bite – and you mauled Lydia. I’m not considering you Prince Charming. And from what my research showed, a werewolf mate-bond is something that strengthens and grows over time. So, I guess, you still have time to prove yourself.”

Peter quirked his lips, looking absolutely amused by him. “Prove myself, mh?”

“Again. Maiming and mauling of people I love,” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You say you don’t want anything romantic or sexual with me yet, but this mate-bond thing is a life-long bond. At one point, you will. Because you’re the wolf here. You can feel it. So, if you want me to be on the same page by then, you better prove yourself to me.”

The grin on Peter’s lips looked near amazed or excited and Stiles didn’t know what to do with that. It was like the Alpha enjoyed being challenged, enjoyed that Stiles wasn’t just swooning at the prospect of having a soulmate, but gave Peter conditions to earn it. Weird.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of,” and it was clearly implied here that Peter didn’t just speak of his werewolf abilities but morally, the depth of the things he was willing to do. “So tell me then, what do you think you can demand of me?”

“What I think I can demand of you? Pretty much anything, as long as it’s about me,” Stiles huffed amused, cocking his head. “You can’t hurt me. I mean, physically can’t. And I think that… even emotionally, you couldn’t, not intentionally. Heck, part of me thinks that you turning Scotty was for me, in a twisted, weird way, because your wolf could smell me all over him, thought it would appeal to me if you had my best friend in your pack. And Lydia. You attacked her irrationally, feral and threatened, but when I asked you to let someone come and help her, you agreed. Because you saw how much her condition was getting to me. I think I can ask pretty much anything of you.”

“Manipulative,” Peter pointed out, and he sounded proud and impressed and pleased. “Well, then.”

“You will never lay a hand on anyone I love again,” Stiles eyes were hard and his voice was cold, his body-language conveying how serious he was. “Not my dad, not Scott, not Scott’s mom, not Lydia. Reign your possessive wolf instincts in. She’s not interested in me anyway. If you ever hurt any of them again, I will put a wolfsbane bullet in you myself.”

“Threatening,” Peter smirked. “Cute.”

“I’m not joking,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I’m the sheriff’s son. I know how to use a gun. And I know where to get wolfsbane bullets from.”

The playfulness left Peter when he realized that Stiles needed to be taken seriously here. “Okay. Noted down. I don’t plan on hurting my pack anyway. Of which Scott is a part of now, whether he likes it or not. And Lydia, well, the cuts were deep so who knows if she will end up joining my pack too. Your father is safe, I promise you that.”

There was still quip and snark in his voice, but that last sentence was spoken with sincerity and Stiles nodded pleased. “No more turning anyone without their consent. Scott hates this, hates being a werewolf, if he’d had a choice he would have said no. I get that a pack of three isn’t going to do you much good, I know you’re going to turn more people, strengthen the pack. But everyone you bite will first be informed of both the good and the bad, they will be given a choice, and that choice is going to be respected by you. The way you gave me a choice, and respected it.”

“I have no problem with that condition,” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “Scott is more trouble than he is gain to me, as is. A beta who doesn’t want to be a werewolf is not an asset to the pack. Betas who are loyal to their Alpha, who will be willing to listen to their inner wolves, will be assets. I only turned him out of instinct, the need to strengthen my pack while not being… mentally there enough to actually think things through. Believe me, I will plan out my pack in the future.”

“Our,” Stiles corrected unflinchingly. “Alpha Mate. Makes this my pack too, doesn’t it?”

The look on Peter’s face was nearly smug with delight. “Our pack.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Heyyy!!! Hope this ask finds you well! I’m looking for all the Alpha Stiles fics! Long and smutty, if they exist! Please and thank you so much!!

Sure.

Wild Heart by giidas (KatushkaK)

(1/1 I 2,301 I Mature)

“And no, I did not get us a room,” Derek adds, just to be sure.“Let me get us one, then. Any preferences?”Derek lifts his eyebrows and gives Stiles his best are-you-being-serious-right-now look.Stiles honest to god laughs out loud, startling Derek by clapping him on the shoulder and saying: “Oh, I like you already, so much sass!” and then goes off to procure a key to a room.

My Alpha, My Pack, My Family. by Ladyofthe_Alpha

(7/? I 12,303 I Explicit)

Derek finds himself is a position where every Alpha wants him. Will this mysterious powerful Alpha help him find his place in his pack? Or will he be another Alpha looking to get an in with the powerful Hale Pack?

You're All I've Ever Needed by siriuslyuptonogood

(6/? I 14,047 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski has never needed Derek Hale, but Derek Hale has always needed Stiles Stilinksi.

"I don't need you, Derek" sent Derek away from Beacon Hills, back to New York, and he would like to think he's never looked back. He hasn't gone back, at least. Maybe he never will. He's happy in the city, has tons of hot, kinky sex with hotter-than-the-sun alphas, is completely satisfied. He doesn't need a pack. When one alpha breaks it off, there's another to replace him. It's New York. There are 8.5 million people. He's not worried. He's not lonely. No, not him.

Except, he's thirty-three, and it's been seven years since he left Beacon Hills, seven years since he's had someone in his life longer than three or four months at a time. He isn't sure what he needs anymore, but he has a feeling it definitely isn't this.

When the Tables are Turned by BeniMaiko

(5/5 I 16,690 I Explicit)

Derek has to deal with a newly bitten Stiles.

You Gotta Roll with the Punches by quicksylver28

(12/12 I 34,787 I Teen)

Stiles Always thought that he was pretty well adjusted for a kid.When his best friend Scott had an asthma attack when he was six, Stiles said 'ok' and held his hand through it. When his mother dies when he was nine, and his Father's soul mark crumbled off his skin like ash, he said 'ok' and picked up the broken pieces of their lives. When his soul mark blossomed on the skin just above his heart and he realizes that his true loves first words would be "FUCK OFF", he said 'ok' and braced himself for having his heart kicked in the ass.

We're The Wild Ones, Raised By Wolves. by halelujah

(12/? I 54,290 I Mature)

"Your uncle not only killed people, he bit Scott unlawfully and without his consent, he also put a big, red target on our backs." Stiles continues calmly, folding her arms across her chest. She can't help but glare. "An action that I'm now going to reap the repercussions for."

"He wasn't yours to kill!" Derek rumbles, icy blue flashing in his eyes. "He murdered Laura!"

She sees the decision in Derek's eyes before it even turns in his mind that he should attack. As she watches Derek's muscles twitch and tense, she lets out a sharp bark, one that tells Scott to stay out of it, before she meets Derek head on, eyes burning crimson.

[Or the fic where Stiles has always been a werewolf, an Alpha and female.]

Who Are You Really? by mercury_caduceus

(11/11 i 63,021 I Mature)

After hiding his werewolf and Alpha status since his mother died, Stiles runs into Derek and they work together to find the Alpha killing people in Beacon Hills. [Set in Season 1. Alpha!Stiles, Beta!Derek.] I will be continuing this slowly.

White Rabbit by BlueEyedBetaMeow

(13/? I 84,272 I Teen)

When Stiles begins to piece together that his friends are avoiding him, and why, he begins to wonder why they ever saved him from the Nogitsune to begin with. When a terrible turn of events takes place in the Preserve, and the only thing that can save him is the bite, will the pack forget the misgivings between them, or will he be left to suffer?

Underneath by groffiction

(43/? I 190,576 I Explicit)

AU, where Stiles gets bitten by a Cyger – a type of rare Weretiger around the same time Scott gets bitten by Peter. Confused and more than a bit freaked out, they both are naturally suspicious when Derek shows up out of the blue. Still, there is something about the moody, aloof werewolf that both intrigues and draws Stiles to Derek like a moth to a flame. But, everyone knows that if you get close enough to touch flames, you get burned. However, with the promise of love, is that burning sacrifice worth it? And how does a Weretiger and a Werewolf even work as mates? Very loose canon through season 1 and season 2 of Teen Wolf. Might have some things from Season 3, depending on where the story leads.

[luckypunklemonade]

| It's Pretend...Really

“Do you like the way the water tastes? / You knew but you could never say.”

[Smut MDNI 18+; Nogitsune; angst/manipulation; cw dubcon; oral (fem receiving); 4k words] Void Stiles seeks you out, knowing how connected you are to Stiles--knowing how useful your guilt could be.

This work belongs to me, luckypunklemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.

“What, you wanted to keep me out?”

It was a minute after I heard a noise outside of my house. With my parents out of town and everyone in the pack gone home exhausted after another day of stress from the Nogitsune. A day of silence wasn’t a good thing. I lowered my phone from my ear, trying to hear better. I said goodbye, thrown out of range from the microphone, and hung up. A minute after I heard the front door open, I walked out into the hallway. The only people who had keys were me and my parents. And Stiles.

Void was inspecting my keys. I heard them clink on the kitchen counter as he looked up at me and tilted his head disapprovingly. His eyes, under Void’s influence, had become perpetually challenging. He watched me search for a way out, watched me realize that, even if I left, he’d still find me. Ideas jumped through my head, all futile to the body walking toward me. Void kept his eyes on me as he approached and as he walked down the hall past me, inches from touching me. He walked deeper into the hallway and I could hear the faint creak of the floorboards. I turned, needing to track him, but he kept going and stepped into my room, looking around silently. After losing sight of him, I found myself following. The front door, the openness outside my home, and the keys to my car—just in Void’s hands—missing from the counter, it all scared me more than my familiar room.

I knew how everyone would advise against every step I took, their warnings of how dangerous and underestimated the Nogitsune was getting brushed off easily when I saw him where I’d seen him a million times. The initial fear cleared faintly like smoke when I saw him paging through my notebook. Open-faced on my desk, displaying multi-colored scribbles and thoughts–notes Stiles and I had written back and forth for each other, drawings to keep us both entertained. While I should have been worried of what he was gaining from the information within the notebook and what our drafted friendship told him, I was relieved to see something–anything–routine.

As soon as I passed the threshold, I couldn’t pull back or regret the instinctual decision. Void pulled me in with his palm on the back of my neck. I winced as Void closed the door and pushed me back into it. I heard the latch click as he pressed himself closely to me. My breathing was the loudest sound in the room, slowly but surely leveling despite the discomfort of Void’s arm across my collarbone. He didn’t speak at first, just analyzed me and sighed with tight lips. He had a collected look on his face, almost bored when this relaxed. “Look how trusting you are. Like I’m supposed to be here, right?”

“Not you.” I took in air despite the panic, glaring blankly–not at Void, but at his pressure against me. I strained the words out, making sure every grain of hate appropriate reached his attention, “Stiles.” 

He nodded, reached his hand up to force eye contact once more, and tilted his head forward at me. Watching his eyes grow more and more resolute through his eyelashes, I felt the familiarity of Stiles. Despite the pressure he held my chin with and the aggression in the way he held me up against the door. It hurt more to notice Stiles in all of that. Void kept my eyes on him, but had no issue letting his own wander. His free hand started by firmly holding my shoulder against the door, but it slowly fell down my arm. I pinched my brows together, confused, bracing myself for the pain he would no doubt inflict to benefit himself. He was going to break my arm, and unlike Scott could, I wasn’t going to heal quite as quickly. I whimpered, closing my eyes, but blinked them back open when he laughed. He had looked up at my whimper, noticed the trepidation in my scrunched face, and laughed as if it were comical that I’d even expect him to hurt me. As if it were comical how quickly I had lost my spine.

“You’re gonna like this. You get to live out your little fantasy. You think it won’t feel good?”

My chest bloomed with distress. Fear, but also alertness at his words. His hand abandoned my arm, finding perfect space on my waist, pinching hard once. I tried to twist away, but he slammed my shoulder back into the door. I could feel my hands twitch, shaking between closed fists and open-palmed surrender. Defiance and defeat. I looked dazed and afflicted. That was something Void fed into. He leaned his head so he was speaking against my temple. 

“You don’t want this?” Void scoffed, Stiles’s voice rasped like he was still breaking it in. I could feel his lips move against my eyebrow and I shivered. “You think about fucking your best friend all the time, don’t you? I wanna give it to you. Tell me you don’t want this.”

Silence filled the space like water rushing into an air pocket. I had opened my mouth, but I couldn’t even form my lips around a word. I didn’t know which word I wanted to form. I pathetically closed my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes, wishing I had an out, wishing I had another option than lying or honesty. I felt his hand leave my chin, both hands now pushing my hips flush back against the door. Void’s lips broke out into a smile against my hair and I exhaled out of my nose as quietly as possible. Any attention I got now was not for the better, but I wanted it regardless. I fought with that thought. I was ashamed to be hanging on every word he said, and a small part of me perked up at his voice, but then he called me out, casting my vision down. 

“I don’t even have to work that hard, do I? You’re doing all the heavy lifting. You’re not trying too hard to push my hands away. No, all that energy goes into not asking questions that yield answers that would make you a bad person. Even in your fantasies, this doesn’t fit.” He pried my arms away from my sides, continuing to mock me with a rough voice at a low volume, directly in my ear. “‘Stiles wouldn’t be this rough. He wouldn’t hurt me. Stiles wouldn’t say that.’ But you don’t care. All you care about is the fact I’m touching you, promising to take it further. That’s what you really want.”

I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut as he pressed himself against me again, forcing me once more into the door. The air that I was stopping myself from releasing made me feel lightheaded. That, or the way he spoke to me while he felt me up and condemned me for liking it.

“You’re wondering why I’d do this. Why would I give in to your desire? Well, I feed off of pain, strife, chaos–all of which you feel and more when I remind you what you’re doing. Shame and guilt. Now, that—that’s a constant source. One I can exploit for as long as I want. Know why? Because you want me to. And that makes the feelings stronger. It’s a vicious cycle, sweetheart.”

He finally pulled my head to the side, using the waistband of my pants to pull my hips toward him now instead of pushing them away as he dipped his head into the curve of my neck he had exposed. Toying with the anticipation, he let out a breath against my skin. Meeting no resistance, he kissed it arrogantly. When I felt the pain round out as he pressed the back of my head painfully into the door, I gasped, “Stiles—�� and felt him bristle. He thought for a moment, easing the pressure off and pulling back to look at me. A soft, incredulous laugh preceded his words.

“You think Stiles would do this? You want me to ease your conscience? Want me to pretend?” His words were aggressive. They ushered me further back, and I almost physically cowered away from him. He slowly, firmly, and emphatically dropped to his knees, pulling my hands down to cradle his head, and looked up at me. Tears sparkled soon after in his eyes, and desperation laced his face. He was faking it, but the sight made me want to join him on my knees. Somehow, his position made me feel helpless.

“Need you,” he said in Stiles’s voice, leaning forward and lapping at the denim covering my thighs, his tears and saliva soaking through the fabric. He put up the best show, pressing his face into my thigh with the urgency in his breathing and in his actions to match. I felt my chest buzz and my cheeks burn. My hands lay paralyzed in his hair as he pushed further using Stiles’s voice, “Please.”

For a moment, the buzz radiated out of my chest and down my arms, making the hair on my arms stand up and my heart race. He looked… innocent. I thought surely I’d see the Nogitsune’s influence in them now, this close, but they were as warm brown as before, now shiny with tears and ardor. He pushed his lips against the fabric, leaving them there as his eyes continued staring up at me, multiplying the pressure. I was torn, but my hands acted for me before I’d made a decision, tightening in his hair and leaning him into me, softening as his lips turned up. He turned his face into me completely, and I yelped softly as he nipped my thigh, “I knew you’d give me what I need. S’ what you do. That’s your role, isn’t it? The empath?”

I stood helplessly still, tears welling to replace his, though mine were real. I shook my head. Anger burned in my throat next to the hurt. For a moment, I asked myself why Stiles would do this, then I berated myself for blaming Stiles. I was torn between feeling and wondering if those feelings were playing right into Void’s hands. I stayed silent as he pulled at my weaknesses and kept talking, knowing it would keep my eyes on him.

“We have something in common,” He kneaded at me. “You like pressure. It keeps you pulled taught. Keeps you needy.” I felt like his second priority to the focus he gave to the texture of my clothes and my skin beneath them. Watching his hands chase at nothing over my body began to hypnotize me, soothing me out of the panicked nausea. Maybe even the guilt. I sniffled softly, catching his attention. His hands came to a nauseating stop on the backs of my thighs, running his thumbs back and forth and clouding my thoughts.

“You wanna control me? C’mon.” Putting on Stiles’s cadence again, he bent my fingers into his hair, pressuring me to pull. When I didn’t, taking a shaky breath to control myself instead, he bit my thigh. I cried out in pain, using my grip on his hair to pull him away. His mouth was open, half smiling, half baring his teeth in victory. He wanted my guilt and my need to clash and consume me. It was working. His laugh reverberated in my stomach, ricocheting off of the shameful want. 

“It’s too late to pretend you don’t want this. Take advantage of this. Take advantage of me.” Void dropped the aggression in his words, in his eyes, in his hands. Again manipulating me with the voice I needed to hear. I got confused. I ran my hand through his hair and saw the real Stiles in the opportunity–not even meaning to take it, just chasing him. He nodded, shuffling forward on his knees, hands inching up the backs of my legs again. He moved one, directing the hand dropping from his hair to his own neck, tilting his chin up so I could comfortably feel his Adam’s apple against my palm. Void saw me hit a mental block, smiling at the torture he knew I was putting myself through.

I watched him slowly stand up, still reeling from the hot and cold of his attitude, and swallowed thickly. He pulled my shirt up, stopping when I refused to lift my arms. Fearing another hostile act, I winced when he looked up. But Void just pulled me away from the wall and herded me gradually to my bed. He sat me down and tilted his head down at me. “Touch me.”

The guilt returned at the cold demand of his voice. This wasn’t Stiles, and I was doing exactly what he wanted. Just as quickly as I had realized, I felt his hand guide mine up his abdomen, then back down to hook on his jeans. I wanted to grab a fistful of his shirt, I wanted to punch him in the stomach, I wanted to lean my forehead against him, and I wanted to do what that comforting voice told me to. My mouth fell open. I turned my head and hid my guilty glare. Void gently tutted, more so making the noise as filler between his calculated obstruction of my thoughts. He shook his head, ducking down to speak into my ear, and murmured, “Don’t worry, angel. He wants this, too. See?”

The same plea that was more so a challenge. He wasn’t begging, he was persuading. He knew I wanted this, just not with Void. With my best friend. With Stiles. He guided my hand and cupped himself with it, twitching when he applied pressure himself. He choked out a curse, eyes fluttering as if this were Stiles. As if this was something he wanted more than needed. I was starting to believe him. And then my hand moved, palming him. I wanted this, my stomach dropped but I ignored it in favor of the heat generated in me simply by hearing his well-feigned arousal. He smiled through a moan, obviously getting the best of me. Tears were still drying in the corners of my eyes and I was feeling his dick. I shook the logic out of my brain, blinking focus into my actions. My legs bent at the knee and Void quickly found his spot between them. He kept looking at me with need in his eyes like he was capable of needing me, but I had completely stopped looking past it. He maintained his innocence until he had my pants tugged down and saw the dark spot on my underwear. 

“Jesus Christ.” It was humiliating, and I wanted him to see it. Void pressed his thumb into it and smiled sternly. I bit my lip as he patronized me, “You should’ve told me about what you really wanted sooner. I would’ve been so much softer. But if this is what gets you wet, I never would’ve given you what you needed. I can do that now, see? Look.”

He demanded again that I look at the dark spot he’d rubbed into my underwear. My breathing deepened and I glanced up at Void–this time without being told. He nodded. “You want this.. Isn’t that a little slutty? You want him more now that all he wants from you is your shame and pain.”

Now that his thumb was slipping under the material of my underwear, it didn’t matter if he gave up the act for a little. I dully whined as he swiped his thumb over my clit. Void’s words had been hanging in the air for longer than I realized, but he let them. He wanted me to fully lose the mental fortitude to fight this. He wanted me to take what I wanted and watch myself realize how wrong it was–something I was getting the hang of before he pulled away and pushed my shoulders back. I let myself feel grateful that, now, it was into the bed instead of the door. 

I let him brush my hair out from under me, lowering my guard because his actions were so familiar. Like I had seen him be this intimate before, holding himself above me. Maybe in my dreams he had promised to touch me, but he had always been this gentle in real life. It was another thing Void had taken from Stiles that wasn’t his. His deftness and attention to detail. But I wasn’t thinking of that. I was letting him feel the goosebumps he’d created, unaware that his silence was lulling me into a false sense of security. That he was thinking of what he could do now to benefit himself in this vicious cycle. He was smiling at all the plans, conspiring against me as he brushed my hip bone. With hands I knew all too well. The hands I held running through the forest, the hands that knew the other half of our handshake, the hands that kept me steady the many times I had been scared in our adventures, and the hands that wrote in the margins of the notebook sitting on my desk. Knowing those were the hands touching me, it magnetized me. Just as I let my eyes close and my face relax into something adjacent to ease, Void leaned down and kissed my cheek just before lilting his voice in my ear, “You’re thinking of him, aren’t you? See, that’s what I need.” 

I didn’t even have time to savor the deceiving warmth of the kiss on my cheek, the way he held his lips there before he spoke such cruel words. Void’s eyebrows were raised, taunting my visible confusion as he pulled back away from me, letting the cold air between us. “You’ve got a special place in his mind. You’re smart, right? I got that much from him. Wouldn’t be able to tell from seeing you right now–look at you.”

I willed his words into silence, shaking how I must look right now out of my head, wishing he’d find a reason to touch me again. I whined, the task seeming impossible with my eyes closed and empty space between us. I heard him question me, “You want me to touch you? Want me closer?”

I didn’t nod. But I didn’t not nod. Void must have shaken his head, must have grabbed my chin, because the pressure I felt made me open my eyes. “There you go,” He spoke clearly. “So brave earlier, always saying what you think. Now what? You want me closer? Tell me to get closer. This is your show.”

He was putting the blame on me. This was my fault. I opened my mouth, convincing myself it was just to breathe, but I really only wanted to tell him to get closer. I practiced a vowel hesitantly before he gave me a taste of the power he was giving me, the liability he was giving me, and he came closer. I breathed in brief relief, frustrated to the point of giving up and giving in. Void leaned his head closer, half scrutiny, half testing. His eyebrows furrowed pitifully, like he was giving me hope.

“You want me to kiss you?”

I nodded, suddenly losing the stiffness in my neck. To him, the answer was clear. I could see it in his face, the played-up blatancy. He made a mocking face, expressive as ever. He tilted his head to the side wickedly, “Then tell me to kiss you.”

“Kiss me.” 

His kiss was suffocating, more so because I had little time to process what I’d done in giving in and much less to prepare for him to do it. Void threaded his fingers up the nape of my neck and bit my lip, using the leverage he’d gained to continue the kiss when I flinched or when I wanted air. He left me gasping, abandoning my lips to messily kiss the underside of my jaw. When his mouth descended to my throat, I imagined the marks he’d leave. The marks he’d be free to leave regardless of if I wanted him to or not. I imagined the look on my face when he did it. Despite knowing his nature, knowing his control, I murmured half-heartedly, “Stop.”

Void’s head stilled in the crook of my neck, paused there in what I assumed to be shock at my audacity. He pulled away, though, with a complacent face. It quickly turned expectant as he watched me realize that he listened to me. He obeyed. He knew that what I said wasn’t the end, that I would undoubtedly want more. I did want more; I wanted Stiles back. But the way he had obliged so easily and the small twitch of his hooked, downward smile felt so much like him. His hands were dutifully lowered to my shoulders, waiting for their next order–his body felt almost programmed to listen at that point. Full of the actions and words I wanted. All I had to do was say the word. 

The moment had slowed, mulling over itself like classical piano reprising its prelude. I couldn’t explain the naturalness I felt in his expression or in such close proximity. I couldn’t trace it back to a certain moment we had or his scent, but it felt like something had just been shaken out of place. Not perfect at all, but he had created an empty space. One I needed desperately to fill. 

“Stiles.”

I said it plainly, but I was testing the waters. Void just stared at me. It shouldn’t have been as reassuring as it was. He should’ve laughed, should’ve shook his head with the sadistic smile I knew he was hiding, but he just maintained eye contact, kept me thinking about what I wanted instead of what I should do. “Touch me.”

His hands easily glided down my torso, his whole hand retained touch, bunching my t-shirt up and applying just enough inward pressure that made me want to hum. I felt deprived of any touch, just at the threshold of getting what I needed. Void was spoonfeeding me the solutions to my frustrations. The solutions I would usually never act on. I reached up, a heightened sense of touch flaring into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him to kiss me. He yielded cruelly. And his hands continued cruelly down, fluidly rounding the indentation of my hip. He returned the fervor I had initiated the kiss with. Slow, hedonistic, and indulgent–though I wasn’t sure for whose pleasure.

Void tapped the outside of my thigh, always making his next move my choice, my responsibility. I nodded into the kiss, and he rewarded my selfishness with more passion. His devotion to chaos translated well into this kind of corrupted gratification, and his connection to Stiles made it all the more eager. He didn’t hesitate applying pressure with the heel of his palm when I bucked into his hand, and he wordlessly asked once again for my approval as he started pulling himself down my body. Once again, I encouraged him; I nodded as my legs straightened to easier slide my underwear off. 

He hovered for a good minute, both waiting for that nod and observing my immoral self-gratification. Without reminding me, he fixed his gaze on me and, at my affirmation, pressed his tongue against my clit. He stared into me as he applied more and more pressure, eyes unwavering even as I tipped my head back and whimpered. I was overtaken by the warmth of his mouth, dizzy from the mental exertion, and finding myself seeking his stare. I stopped myself from gasping for a name I knew didn’t belong to Void. I held my breath, then moaned it out and scratched at his shoulder when he pushed his head between my legs with a little more force in direct opposition to how painfully slow he was eating me out. As slow as his blinking up at me, Void kissed my cunt before circling his thumb over the mess he had made of me. With how heavy my head was, I leaned it back against the sheets. Void stopped, one hand stroking his fingers up and down my inner thigh. He licked his lips and said my name inquisitively, vying for the moment I’d look back down at him.

“You’re gonna wanna remember this.” As much as he knew I wouldn’t, he lowered his grin back down between my legs.

[blackhholes]

Agency and Autonomy in Teen Wolf

Agency and Imagination in the Films of David Lynch by James D. Reid & Candace R. Craig /  Redefining Biological Horror: The Aesthetic Evolution of an Infected Body in HBO’s The Last of Us by Flavius Floare / Superfluous Bodies and Loneliness in Under the Skin by Donald Prentice / ‘We are not who we are’: Lovecraftian Conspiracy and Magical Humanism in The Cabin in the Woods by Christopher Lockett

Agency and autonomy are brought up repeatedly throughout the show. The catalyst of the narrative is when Scott is bitten by Peter against his will and turned into something he doesn’t even recognise anymore. This idea is repeated throughout the show when characters repeatedly have their agency stripped from them by other characters. In just the first season we see peter repeatedly forcing Scott to turn, inducing homicidal urges and triggering amnesia. Both of these actions are then later in the show repeated by Scott on other characters, though the reasoning is different in such a capacity we as the audience are made aware that the loss of autonomy does not stem from bad faith. When Scott forces Malia to turn and when he bites Liam, it is done because it is the only way for him to save their lives. This is an important distinction as when Peter did this he only ever did it as a way to make himself more powerful, he needed a pack and for Scott to be part of that pack so he’d be strong enough to take on the hunters and Kate. It is also important to note that Liam and Malia are allowed within the narrative framework of the show to be angry about this. Liam directly at Scott when he is initially turned and Malia at Stiles as a sort of proxy-Scott within Eichen House. Because they are allowed to show their grief and anger at losing part of themselves, they are then later able to reconcile this anger they’ve felt with the reasons Scott acted as he did and they both become important members of the pack. 

Body horror usually follows instances when a character is stripped of agency, their body physically turns on them and they’re no longer able to control the things it does. This further visualises the invasiveness of what happened to the character for the audience, we now have a visually gruesome component to the incidents taking place, making it much more horrific for us to witness. This is particularly highlighted in season five with the chimeras. Chimeras within the show are repeatedly stripped of their agency and autonomy in an effort for the dread doctors to perform experiments on them. They don’t have any recollection of this happening to them, without their knowledge their bodies are changed and begin acting without their conscious decisions. When the pack brings Tracy to Deaton it’s a particularly repulsive image that greets the viewer, her back cracks open, all her bone and muscles are on show for us and a tail grows out of nowhere. When a character consents to something like the bite we don’t actually see the changes happening to their bodies. Isaac, Boyd and Erica are never given the same initial scenes as Scott of bodily changes, they simple weren’t werewolves then they are. The closest we get to this is the scene in the train car during the full moon, but during that scene it is not their bodies turning on themselves, it’s them turning on Derek. The violence is not turned inwards it’s turned outwards.

Then how come a character like Jackson who wanted the bite has multiple body horror scenes throughout season two? Jackson wanted to become a werewolf, the bite was merely the means to an end. Assuming Derek never told him it’s clear he had no idea there was a possibility he might turn into something like the kanima. He is not only turning into something he never wanted he is also in a sense being possessed. He is no longer the only occupant in his body, the kanima is someone he initially has no knowledge of, a creature that is basically using his body to commit murders at the will of Matt. Matt too becomes one of the theoretical entities possessing Jackson’s body as the show makes it clear to the viewer in Raving that the kanima and Matt have a sort of telepathic connection. 

Stiles’ possession by the nogitsune in three b is interesting because it is a clear instance of a character within the show having both agency and autonomy stripped from them but there are hardly any distinct body horror scenes to visually showcase this. The effect of the nogitsune’s possession has a more hidden and somewhat downplayed effect on his body than that of other creatures seen in the show. Stiles begins to look sickly as the season progresses, the bags under his eyes grow more pronounced, he becomes paler. The only true body horror scene the audience sees is when the nogitsune splits the two and starts ripping bandages from its throat in a sort of gruesome circus act. After this Stiles’ body continues deteriorating until he is no longer able to stand on his own and he looks like he’s on the brink of death. 

Lastly it would be impossible to write a post about agency and autonomy in Teen Wolf without discussing Lydia. It could be argued that the instances where Lydia is stripped of autonomy are less grand in comparison to other events in the show but it happens repeatedly to her and to such a degree that leaving her out would be a major disservice. The two major ones in my opinion are the season one finale where Peter bites her, and then uses her to resurrect him; and when she is in Eichen House in season five and Valack performs trepanation on her to make her more powerful. Peter’s action was done for the same reason he bit Scott, it was a way for him to gain power, to keep the upper hand. The following resurrection plot then becomes an event which even further strips Lydia’s autonomy, she now acts only according to what Peter wants, poisoning her friends to keep them distracted on the full moon for her to perform the resurrection. When Valack performs trepanation on her in Eichen House it’s despite Lydia’s many vocal no’s. He does not care if Lydia dies because of it, he even believes that doing something that will likely kill her is worth it and the good thing to do if she can find out who the beast is. It’s also interesting to note in regards to the trepanation that within psychiatry trepanning was the precursor to the lobotomy. Something which wound be a very interesting thing to look at from the perspective of a character analysis of Lydia. 

[Also this is me barely scratching the surface of this topic,,, both in the webweave above but also in the essay i wrote. like i could write an entire thesis about this topic i'm not even kidding and i had to hold myself back from using even more quotes than this even tho this is def the longest post i've ever made.]

[buckybarnesss]

I wonder how much of "the bite is a gift, we're brothers" is a manipulation (Derek needing a pack in order to take down the alpha) and something Derek genuinely believes.

We all talk about Derek's big gay love for Stiles, but he also cares for Scott. He sacrificed keeping the kanima trapped to save Scott, he genuinely tries to teach him how to be a werewolf, he keeps Scott safe from hunters repeatedly.

The "we're brothers" kind of strikes me as Derek wanting a connection (Cora says pack bonds breaking is horrible) and also his way of telling Scott that they can look after each other.

Derek is so complex.

it's a little bit of both but i do not think he came at it necessarily with nefarious intentions.

derek does genuinely believe the bite is a gift. he wouldn't bite someone without their consent or at minimum without having discussed it first. he definitely believes that the bond between packs and between an alpha and their beta is meant to be something special, comforting and importantly consentual. his ideas of what pack should be and how pack should be treated comes from people like his mother and satomi. they genuinely cared about their packs. for derek pack and family are the same thing.

but this was the wrong approach to take with scott who received his bite traumatically and without his consent or knowledge of what was happening to him. saying it was a gift further traumatizes scott because being violated the way he was is not a gift.

he wants to protect scott from both the alpha and the hunters but at the same time he knows that they need strength in numbers to deal with the alpha.

and derek just lost laura. he buried her body probably mere hours before he had to go make sure scott didn't kill someone. he was probably keenly feeling the loss of his family but probably even more so the loss of his siblings. at this point he believes cora is dead too. he's a middle child cast adrift. he's a brother without someone to be a brother to.

derek took one look at scott and somewhere inside him he went

also in season 1 derek's all twisted in knots and grieving and being traumatized and being retraumatized. he's going through it which causes him to have a hard time seeing scott as scott because he's seeing himself.

i wouldn't even be surprised if he believed allison was either being used as a lure by her family or an active participant giving his own history.

no one protected derek. not when it counted. not when it mattered. no one saved him from kate and no one saved him from having to mercy kill paige. so he tries. he tries to protect scott from becoming him, from becoming yet another victim of the argents. it's why he drags scott to see peter. it's a very much this is the consequences type moment he's trying to impart of scott.

it's just that neither of them are in a place to be receptive to one another so instead they butt heads. they're too similar and the narrative points this out over and over and over.

derek does care about people. we see so many times. he saves scott multiple times but he also tries to protect scott too. he kept him away from the whole alpha pack situation as long as he could wanting scott to just be a normal teenager. when he was dying in smoke and mirrors his last words are to encourage stiles to go save scott ffs over getting comfort for himself.

he wanted to help erica, boyd and isaac.

he repeatedly protects stiles and is deeply worried about him during the whole nogitsune ordeal. like staggeringly worried.

he's concerned about lydia multiple times and he turned around at the end of season 3 because he heard her scream.

he even points out to scott several times that allison deserved the truth about her mother. not because derek is cruel but because he knew the lies only hurt allison in the end and led to her become yet another victim of gerard's.

derek and scott are similiar but derek has more damage. his caring hurt him and so he hid it, buried it and tried to pretend he didn't.

but he does.

he does so fucking much.

[emodrstan]

Hell of an Evolution: Black Out Days

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Chapter warnings: Experimentation mention

Stiles decided that he hated school, with or without his fellow mutants with him. It didn't help that they had a good couple years ahead of him here.

Lydia was popular, Kira was in the lacrosse team with Jackson and Liam, Theo apparently spent more time in detention than actual classes, Scott was nice but kind of an idiot, Danny was liked by everybody, Erica hated everybody and Vernon Boyd was a gentle giant.

Sure enough, Talia Hale had sent in paperwork saying that Stiles had some type of skin condition and hated people touching him without his consent, so he was in the clear and able to skip gym and swim lessons.

So that was cool at least.

"What's up?" Theo plopped down next to Stiles at lunch, putting his legs on the table. Stiles looked unimpressed. "I hate this" "We all do" Theo took Stiles' warm soda and blew in it, cooling it instantly.

"That's so cool, pun intended"

"Yeah, Liam's my opposite, he can control fire but he can't create it, we were destined to be together"

"No we're not" Liam and the rest of the mutants sat down. Theo stared at him for a moment before slamming his hands over his chest and falling down

"Theo!" Scott yelled exasperated. "You wound me Dunbar" Theo dropped ice on his hair and brushed it off. Liam giggled a bit. "Do I have something in my hair?"

"You're ridiculous"

"So what's with our babysitter? He's kind of a dick" Stiles muttered. Scott spat out his water violently, Danny gave him a look and Jackson winced.

"What?" "He was gonna have to know sooner or later" Lydia said. Danny sighed. "Talia is Derek's mom and that's about all he knows, he was kidnapped when he was a teenager and experimented on"

"Shit" "Yeah, they coated his entire skeleton in this really rare metal, adamantium, the trauma caused his memories to snap or he was brainwashed? We don't know"

"He's my cousin too" Jackson muttered.

"So he trains us to control our powers so we don't get caught like he did"

"What're his powers?" "He's got wolf shit, super hearing, super smell, wolf eyes when he's angry, metal claws" Theo said.

"Guys shut up, we've broken two rules that we have so we can go to this school in the first place. No discussing Derek because he's still legally missing and no discussing powers" Lydia hissed. Everyone made various noises of complaints and stopped

-------

"Get in and shut up I'm not in the mood" Derek muttered. "Aww you missed us" Erica teased. "Sit down and shut up"

Stiles held back a laugh. "Reminder that we're doing a quick power test when we get home" Derek said. Jackson turned off his watch and the lizard boy Stiles met returned.

Danny smiled fondly at his friend.

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"Just do whatever I don't really care" Derek led the teens to the backyard and sat down, cracking his knuckles.

Erica shifted into a cat and ran around a bit, Boyd lifted whatever he could with zero visible effort. Jackson crawled up the mansion walls. "That's so cool" Stiles grinned.

Lydia meditated, lefting herself in the air. "Lydia's a telepath" Her roommate Kira told him. "So him your tricks" Scott grinned like a dope.

Kira clenched her fist, a katana of purple energy formed around her wrist and glowed. "I'm a telepath too and can create psy weapons" She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

Scott took off his glasses and closed his eyes. "Someone turn me around to the trees?" Lydia did so without even opening her eyes or moving

Scott opened his eyes, a brust of red energy exploded from his eyes and sliced a tree in half. He clenched his eyes shut and put his glasses back on. "Concussive blasts" Kira explained to a dumbstruck Stiles.

Danny whistled, a glass of water shattering nearby. Liam turned on his lighter, a ball of flame moving to his other hand. He extinguished it, looking embarrassed.

Theo coated his hand in ice and grinned. "You're turn new kid" "I don't know" Stiles hugged himself. "Who here has a high pain tolerance?"

Theo raised his hand. Stiles winced and took off a glove. "Why is he shaking?" Jackson asked. "Shh!"

Stiles touched Theo's hand with a finger, the other teen immediately groaned in pain and collapsed.

Derek sat up, suddenly interested. Stiles let out a breath of cold air from his lungs and shivered. "I run cold, should've said that" Theo shook his head, coming back to.

"You can mimic powers" Lydia set herself down and looked scared. "Temporality" Stiles shrugged.

"It still makes you dangerous" Derek said. "You'll be lucky if we even let you see your father again" Stiles clenched his jaw.

"You can't tell me what to do!" "Oh I can, because you're a walking death sentence!" "Says the guy who got his bones coated with metal!"

Danny threw his hands in the air. "Who told him?!" Derek glared. Nobody answered. He growled, eyes turning blue. "You don't know anything about me kid, stay away from me"

Stiles smacked himself on the head. Great now he pissed off the bus driver

[sterek-ao3feed]

Just a Little Nibble

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55955866

by EnduringParadox

The thing is—it's an awkward topic to bring up. They're already at the point of making out in bed. Sometimes they're not wearing much. Stiles feels like they're past the point where he can ask, Hey, before we get really hot and heavy, if you amorously break my skin with your teeth, am I going to be howling at the moon, too? And like, Stiles knows the answer has to be no. Derek wouldn't turn him into a werewolf without his explicit, verbal consent and maybe even a signed contract. But some of that anxiety remains. He's seen too many of the bad werewolf bites. The raw, red wound on Scott's stomach. Lydia, a bloody mess at prom. The whole lizard incident with Jackson. Whatever happened to Kate Argent, which wasn't a bite but it was Peter so it figures something went weird.

But after, oh, the fifth or sixth time of dodging Derek's mouth, his boyfriend obviously knows something is up. Derek leans back, sitting on his heels, and says, "You know, if you want to go slow, we can go slow. It's fine with me."

---

Derek thinks Stiles wants to go slow, but Stiles is just worried about werewolf bites and doesn't know how to tell Derek.

Words: 1042, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Humor, POV Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Stiles wondering about the logistics of werewolfisms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55955866

[ao3feedsterek]

Just a Little Nibble

Just a Little Nibble https://ift.tt/OzLMs59 by EnduringParadox The thing is—it's an awkward topic to bring up. They're already at the point of making out in bed. Sometimes they're not wearing much. Stiles feels like they're past the point where he can ask, Hey, before we get really hot and heavy, if you amorously break my skin with your teeth, am I going to be howling at the moon, too? And like, Stiles knows the answer has to be no. Derek wouldn't turn him into a werewolf without his explicit, verbal consent and maybe even a signed contract. But some of that anxiety remains. He's seen too many of the bad werewolf bites. The raw, red wound on Scott's stomach. Lydia, a bloody mess at prom. The whole lizard incident with Jackson. Whatever happened to Kate Argent, which wasn't a bite but it was Peter so it figures something went weird. But after, oh, the fifth or sixth time of dodging Derek's mouth, his boyfriend obviously knows something is up. Derek leans back, sitting on his heels, and says, "You know, if you want to go slow, we can go slow. It's fine with me." --- Derek thinks Stiles wants to go slow, but Stiles is just worried about werewolf bites and doesn't know how to tell Derek. Words: 1042, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Humor, POV Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Stiles wondering about the logistics of werewolfisms May 16, 2024 at 09:16PM https://ift.tt/OzLMs59

[mostly-vo1d]

I still wish we had gotten a what if special, if only to see how Stiles choosing the bite would have played out in canon.

[vampiregirl1797]

All Because of a Jacket

Stiles x Reader

 GIF Not Mine

 Summary: A collection of the times Stiles lends Y/N his lacrosse jacket.

 Warnings: None.

 Word Count: 2,039

 A/N: I have no idea where this came from guys. Actually, I do—I ordered myself a Stiles lacrosse jacket and I’ve been living in it since it came, so that’s most likely what inspired this little imagine. I hope you enjoy it! Leaving a link HERE to the jacket I got off Etsy if you’re interested—I cannot recommend it enough!

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 It started off subtle, something I didn’t notice at first, and was merely grateful for. The pack had met in the middle of the lacrosse field on a Sunday evening, the location chosen as a way of avoiding any police cruisers who were out enforcing the town-wide 9pm curfew. Still, I didn’t understand why we couldn’t just have met at someone’s house, though I suppose that did run the risk of neighbours ratting us out.

 I’d been trying to listen to what Scott was saying, and the whole reason we were gathered in the middle of the freezing cold lacrosse field in January, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus. It was my own fault, really. I’d assumed we’d go inside the school once we’d all gathered together, which was why I’d forgone grabbing a jacket as I left my house. Now, I was there, scrunching the sleeves of my jumper in a vain attempt to retain some heat and reverse the cold settling in on my bones. I had my arms crossed over my chest, and was seriously considering just wrapping my arms around Derek and burying my face into his back—he wouldn’t have minded and the man gave off more heat than a damn space heater, but I was startled out of my thoughts by a curtain of warmth being wrapped around me. I blinked, surprised and my eyes fluttered closed for a second in complete and utter relief, before my brain registered that the wonderfully warm jacket hadn’t just landed on my shoulders of its own accord. I looked to my left and straight into a particular pair of honey brown eyes that I was more than a little fond of. His eyes were soft at that moment, and when I murmured a quiet thank you, he responded with a bashful smile that made my heart skip a beat in my chest.

 As I slid my arms through the long sleeves of Stiles’ lacrosse jacket and buttoned up the front in an attempt to retain the warmth the sarcastic boy’s body had provided, I found myself grateful that Stiles, like me, was one of the only humans of the group. It meant that I’d been able to successfully keep my more than platonic feelings from him. Of course, he was the only one who didn’t know.

 I narrowed my eyes at Derek’s teasing, barely there, smile and discretely flipped him off by scratching my nose with my middle finger. The action didn’t go unmissed by the blue-eyed wolf and he breathed a chuckle before returning his attention to the alpha in front of the group.

 My cold state now taken care of, I was able to concentrate on Scott’s words, subconsciously stepping closer to Stiles as I listened, my body seeking out the comfort his presence always provided me with without my consent.

 That was the first time Stiles gave me his jacket.

 //

 The second time had been during a “stake-out” with Liam and Stiles. The honey-eyed boy was adamant that there was something off with Theo, and honestly I hadn’t got the best feeling about him popping into our lives out of nowhere for one, adding in the fact he was also a werewolf… well it was just too much of a coincidence.

 ‘I’m telling you, there’s something not right about him, Y/N.’ Stiles said, for what must have been the hundredth time in the last four hours.

 ‘Stiles.’ My hand covered his on the steering wheel, and I felt us both immediately relax at the touch, ‘I believe you, okay? You don’t need to convince me of anything. If you say there’s something off with Theo, I’m not going to question it.’

 His usually honey-brown eyes were dark with emotion as his hand squeezed mine, ‘why? Why do you believe me?’

 ‘Because you have great instincts and I trust you and your opinions more than anyone else’s.’ I told him honestly.

 I felt my heart beat pick up the longer his eyes bore into mine, but I refused to look away, even knowing that Liam was probably smiling in the same smug way all the werewolves had mastered whenever my heart misbehaved around Stiles. What felt like hours later, Stiles blinked and bought my hands in-between both of his.

 At my look of confusion, he elaborated, ‘you’re freezing.’

 ‘Huh, I didn’t even notice.’ I shrugged, trying to fight the blush forming on my cheeks at what felt like an intimate gesture.

 He opened his hands a little so he could blow some hot air onto mine, and the warmth generated from the act seemed to travel through my whole body.

 ‘Better?’ he asked after a few minutes of repeating the gesture.

 I cleared my throat and kept my answer short, not trusting my voice, ‘much. Thank you.’

 ‘No problem.’ He released my hands and I slid them underneath my thighs to retain the heat he’d created.

 My eyes moved over to where we’d been watching for most of the night, to see Theo was still playing his video game, like he had been for most of the night. It made me frown; sure video games were what teenagers usually did, but it just seemed too convenient to me. I was about to voice my opinion to Stiles and Liam when familiar cotton was placed onto my shoulders. My arms moved through the sleeves almost reflexively as I offered my best friend a grateful smile, and tried to resist the urge to bury my face into the fabric to inhale his sweet and husky scent.

 ‘Thank you.’

 ‘Can’t have you freezing on me.’ He joked his hand squeezing my thigh briefly before returning it to the steering wheel.

 I couldn’t have stopped the blush that formed on my cheeks if I tried, so I turned my gaze to stare out of the window, my hand resting where his had touched me, and I wondered— if I were to remove the denim barrier provided by my jeans, would my thigh display a brand of his hand print?

 Because the heat left behind by his touch felt exactly like I had been branded as his.

 //

 The third time had been in the cafeteria.

 We were all sitting together, minus Derek and Liam, and all having different conversations in our own little groups. Allison and Isaac were making weekend plans, provided she could sneak out without her father noticing, Lydia, Aiden, Ethan and Danny were talking about something they could all do together on a double date, and Stiles, Scott and I were all talking about collages we wanted to apply to. Well, they were. I was trying not to fall asleep using my sandwich as a pillow; I’d been up late the night before, helping Stiles put together his criminal bored. Nothing had been solved, but we both found it helpful to have everything, every clue, and every detail all in one place.

 Of course, time had gotten away from us, and our party had been broken up by the Sherriff returning from his shift and gently informing us it was past three am. I’d been too tired to drive home and had slept on the couch, but two hours sleep wasn’t enough time for me, unlike Stiles; he was as hyperactive as ever.

 I pushed my tray away from me with a sigh, too tired to eat anyway, and laid my head down on top of my arms. I’d heard a few chuckles from the pack, but I ignored it; they knew how I could be when I was tired so they just left me to it. I was on the brink of passing out, knowing someone would wake me for our next class, when I found myself surrounded by what was becoming my favourite jacket emitting warmth and a scent I couldn’t get enough of. I slid my arms into the sleeves and nuzzled my face into the fabric once I’d returned them to my original position. Had I been fully conscious of my actions, I’d have been embarrassed at my audience, but the chuckles simply faded into nothing as I finally found sleep.

 What I hadn’t noticed was Stiles’ fond smile, or the knowing and frustrated expressions the rest of the pack wore.

 //

 The fourth time had been during a lacrosse game.

 I’d been standing in the bleachers, wearing a jacket that was not keeping me warm in the slightest and discretely trying to huddle closer to Malia—she gave off as much heat as her uncle did—when I’d heard Stiles shouting my name.

 I’d frowned, but manoeuvred my way out of the row I’d been sat in and made my way down to the benches, where he was waiting. He was holding his helmet under his arm and when I reached him, he held out his jacket and I took it, but didn’t put it on in case I’d misunderstood his meaning. Did he want me to give it to Malia? I’d noticed they’d been particularly close since she had joined the pack, and as much as it made my heart ache, I was glad the female wolf had someone to offer her comfort when she’d been without it for so long.

 ‘I noticed it’s pretty cold and figured you could use a jacket.’ He said, seeming nervous.

 I felt a genuine smile form on my lips as I slid the cotton on and buttoned up the front, ‘thank you. I feel like I should rent this from you with how often I wear it.’ I chuckled, pulling my hair out from underneath the fabric.

 He joined me in my laughter, ‘nah, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like seeing you in my jacket.’ He looked nervous again and my heart skipped a beat in my chest.

 Did he mean…? ‘You do?’ I asked, my voice quiet to my own ears.

 ‘I do,’ he stepped closer and I felt wonderfully dizzy as a stronger wave of his heat and scent washed over me, ‘Y/N…I’ve liked you for a while. As more than a friend, and I’ve been too scared to say anything, but Scott practically threatened to kill me if I didn’t admit it to you.’

 ‘You like me?’ I repeated, dumbfounded. How had I missed it? Had I been so preoccupied in hiding my own feelings that I’d been blind to his?

 ‘Yes.’ He looked more nervous now and I found myself reaching out, my hands falling on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

 ‘Stiles…’ I took a breath, finding the courage to say the words I’d been holding in for so long, ‘I like you too.’

 His honey-coloured eyes bore into mine for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds, before his lips formed a face splitting grin that made my heart warm in my chest.

 ‘So, will you go on a date with me?’ he asked, seeming more confident but not much.

 ‘Absolutely.’ I grinned, my face leaning into his hand as it came up to caress the side of my face.

 ‘Awesome.’ He grinned again, and I was sure that we would both be wearing these giddy expressions for the foreseeable future, ‘pizza after?’

 ‘Perfect.’ I laced my fingers through his and almost jumped a mile when coach blew his whistle. I’d been so lost in him, his touch, his warmth, and his smell that I’d completely forgotten where we were.

 ‘I should get out there before Coach kills me.’ He chuckled.

 ‘Okay.’ I replied, reluctantly releasing his hands.

 He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead that I made my heart melt. Before he could leave me completely, I grabbed his jersey and with a teasing grin told him, ‘by the way, this jacket is mine now.’

 He blinked, and when he’d processed my words a bright, fond grin broke out across his face. He leaned in, kissed my cheek and whispered against my skin, ‘you won’t find me objecting to that, sweetheart.’ He winked, waved, and left to join the huddle in the centre of the field.

 My cheek didn’t stop burning for the rest of the game.

[fuji09]

Sometimes I read a take like this and wonder how the hell anyone could just pretend that a huge part of the show didn't happen.

1. Derek was NOT an idiot. Not sure how op came up with this.

2. Everyone's arc had plot holes in it. Didn't mean the arcs didn't happen. The entire show is a giant plot hole.

3. Derek as we first see him compared to Derek as we last saw him, huge difference. He was not the same person. Seriously, he was a different person. He grew up.

4. Derek's mistakes aren't justified because he is attractive. Maybe a few people are like that, but the majority are not. We know Derek made mistakes, every character made mistakes.

5. He wasn't a bully. He didn't pick on people for his own amusement or for the hell of it. He kept to himself until he couldn't. He tried to help Scott but Scott pushed back and refused multiple times so Derek got aggressive to get his point across. Derek was a born wolf, he knows how wolves are, whereas Scott didn't even know werewolves were real until he was bit.

6. Derek was scared. Not only was his sister (Laura Hale) murdered 6 years after his entire family was murdered and he felt he was at fault, there was an alpha (Peter Hale) turning people without consent and now to not only protect himself, but also protect the people of Beacon Hills, he has to help a newly turned wolf. He can't ignore it, he can't just leave. If he doesn't, people will die.

7. Derek didn't take advantage of people weaker than him. He made sure they knew what they were getting themselves into. He got consent before giving anyone the bite. He only turned teens because teens have a much better chance of surviving the bite. He picked teens who needed something better in their lives, like Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. Giving Jackson the bite was basically his hands being tied. He still had consent but he didn't really want to turn him but Jackson would not stop until he got what he wanted.

8. Derek was never meant to be an alpha. He was always supposed to be a beta but when he became an alpha, he did what he was supposed to do, build a pack. He needed a pack, he literally needed a pack or it would lead to him becoming a feral omega who would eventually be killed by hunters. Even with that, when he knew his betas would be in danger from the alpha pack, he pushed Isaac away to protect him. Yes, he scared Isaac by acting like his dad, yelling and throwing shit, but he did that to protect Isaac in the only way he could think of because he knew Isaac would never leave him otherwise.

9. Derek was young. Seriously y'all act like he was 40 and had his life figured out. He was 19 in the pilot (yes, I know Jeff changed his age along with other shit but in season one he was written and played as a 19 year old guy) he had been on the run and in hiding for 6 years before we see him. He is lost without his alpha and sister. He has no idea what he is supposed to do with everything that was literally thrown at him.

10. Hunters were still trying to kill him. Hunters knew who he was. He had to be careful and he was scared. Now comes along a teenager just turned who won't listen to a word he says and is literally putting Derek's life in danger by insisting he can be a normal teen when he can't. Derek has been living in a world of it's either you or me for years because of hunters. He had every right to think in a survivalist way.

11. Derek learned from his mistakes. He learned that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. He learned that physical force and aggression doesn't work for everyone. He learned people can be reasoned with if given the chance. He learned a lot from his experiences and even from Scott too.

12. Derek was an abuse/rape survivor. That causes many mental issues that he was still trying to work through. After Kate, he couldn't allow himself to trust anyone until the person proved themselves, which Scott and Stiles did. Derek was continuously hurt. Abuse literally alters how your brain functions so yeah, he's gonna fuck up but he does learn from it.

13. Derek overcame his trust issues, he learned to trust Scott and Stiles. He learned not everyone was out to get him. He learned to be a better person. He let himself have nice things. He learned to live and not just survive. He literally gained the ability to fully shift like his mom and sister.

14. Derek was captured multiple times and tortured just because he was a werewolf, something he couldn't control. He tried to live in peace. He tried to survive. He eventually was able to settle down and be a father.

15. He literally scarifices himself. And not just sacrificing himself, but by burning to death... Like his family. And in front of his son. Do you really think Derek from season one would have done that? Because I don't think he would.

16. Derek isn't the best at expressing his emotions. He isn't the best at talking. At first he seems to panic and go to worst case scenario which is fair after everything he's been through. Threatening to kill Scott if he was stupid enough to risk outing himself as a werewolf just for a stupid lacrosse game, I'd be frustrated too if this kid who knows nothing of this world refuses to listen to someone who does. It put Derek's life at risk even more than it already was.

17. Derek really struggled with guilt. He would have felt responsible if Scott ended up hurting someone. He would have felt it was his fault for not doing enough to help Scott learn how to control himself.

18. Derek cared about other people. He tried not to show it, but he did give a shit about others. He forgave Scott for not telling him his plan for Gerard and using his body as a weapon against his will. He forgave Scott. Derek wasn't the most forgiving person at the time but he still forgave Scott.

19. Derek had his body used as a weapon. And not just once. He was also used to kill Boyd. He felt so much guilt for killing Boyd, even though he didn't kill him, he was just used to kill Boyd.

20. Derek is a very nuanced character. He isn't boring or cliche. There's so many twists and turns in his life. He was once a normal teenaged (werewolf) boy. He was traumatized and had his entire world crumble down all around him and he lost damn near everything. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Derek stepped up when he needed to and he stepped down as well. He always tried to do the right thing, and sometimes he messed up, but he still kept trying.

Now I know there is so much more I could say, and it if you made it this far, congrats!

So TLDR; The take you have on Derek is completely wrong and here's several reasons why. No, I will not take criticism and you can't convince me otherwise. Derek is a character with a lot of depth, growth, and him being attractive is just a huge bonus.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[buckybarnesss]

I think one of the best things later seasons did was force Scott to become more mature than the kid he was in s1 and s2. For example, Liam.

Yes, he's an OBVIOUS parallel to being bitten without consent, and his fear of turning into a monster is even bigger than Scott's sometimes, but Scott now an alphaz KNOWS how to deal with it, and how to support him.

Mellowing Derek down and making him more of a team player concerned about the kids FIRST was also a good move.

this ask is so topical. forgive my star wars comparisons but i've been watching ahsoka.

i often consider the derek --> scott --> liam storyline to be comparable to that of a master and padawan relationship in a lot of ways. all their knowledge becomes your knowledge. the teacher's failures are the student's lessons.

i'm not the biggest fan of the last jedi but there are some really great moments especially the scene between luke and yoda.

"the greatest teacher failure is" and "we are what they grow beyond" applies heavily to the story of derek hale, scott mccall and liam dunbar.

the show even places a lampshade on this kind of connection early on when stiles makes the yoda joke in heart monitor.

all throughout season 1 derek is desperately trying to protect scott to varying levels of success. derek doesn't want scott to become him but derek is also clouded by anger and self-hatred at his younger self for his perceived failures and sins. scott despite his huge, glaring issues with male authority figures does learn from derek but it takes him a while to recognize that. derek is a convenient target for scott's anger at what happened to him.

their fear, their anger, their resentments are what they have to grow beyond with each other and that doesn't happen till around season 3.

season 3 even shines a spotlight on how young derek was a lot like scott.

visionary is one of the most important episodes of the entire series and does a lot of heavy lifting for the lore of the universe, the narrative of the season, the backstory of the hales, the relationships between characters -- like it's a juicy episode if only the fandom stopped taking peter and gerard's words as unadulterated truth.

it also gives us the most obvious parallel between derek and scott. i think it's pretty obvious they wrote the paige storyline knowing allison's fate. they wanted this parallel on purpose.

paige is bit without her consent and derek has to mercy kill her to spare her the slow and painful death the rejection of the bite is putting her through. derek did not do anything bad here. this was an act of compassion but it deeply traumatized and hurt derek.

while i do not believe derek's eyes changed color due to any sort of killing an innocent nonsense as peter suggests symbolically derek's innocence died with paige. it left a physical mark on him. she is there every time he shows his eyes. he carries her with him.

allison in contrast to paige has agency in her choice. she willingly goes to save lydia and even ignores lydia's warning. she chooses to save isaac which leaves her open to being stabbed.

allison does not suffer a slow, painful death like paige. scott holds her in comfort and hears her last words.

allison's body wasn't removed and abandoned to be chalked up to an animal attack. scott gets held by his mother, isaac is taken in by chris whereas derek was left alone in the cellar and left to flounder in grief ripe for the picking by kate argent.

so much of derek and scott's relationship is about reflection. they see each other like one only sees their flaws in a mirror. it's why their goodbye in smoke and mirrors is so important. it's acceptance, it's thank you, it's i'm sorry and it's goodbye and good luck.

scott and stiles are a better version of derek and peter. they are less toxic but they have their issues. scott and stiles have a hard time with communication but there's co-dependency.

this brings us to liam dunbar. liam is a precious nugget but liam has derek's anger issues and scott's fear of becoming a monster.

if stiles and scott are a better version of derek and peter than liam and mason are a better version of all them.

it is liam who is able to overcome derek and scott's failures.

liam is able to reconcile with theo.

liam makes the effort to make peace with corey.

liam doesn't lose his first love.

liam overcomes derek and scott's failures and learns lessons from their mistakes.

with liam there's a lot of reprised beats that show how far these characters have come. teen wolf subscribes to george lucas's maxmum:

scott bites liam without his consent but scott doesn't leave him like peter did him. scott tries to support him through the transformation even going as far as to try the whole "the bite is a gift" and "we're brothers now" on for size.

argent comes not to harm them but he saves them.

liam is the best of scott and derek.

derek even gets to gloat a little and have his obi-wan watching anakin deal with ahsoka moment

he is delighted.

we rightfully rip into teen wolf for it's failures but one thing about the show that i think it did fairly well was demonstrate how the entire narrative revolves around generational trauma.

the derek, scott and liam relationship is an excellent example of it.

people say that scott doesn't grow as a character which is a lie. you don't have to like the trajectory of his character arc but he does have one. the show is about him growing up. it's about these kids dealing with the grief and trauma of their lives including that of growing up.

derek was stuck in his grief and anger for a long time. he had lost so much. derek's storyline i think isn't so much a growing up arc but rather one of choosing to live not just survive. scott forced him to confront the anger he carried at his younger self. to realize he was just a child and no one protected him.

derek had a choice.

derek is also a product of peter's lessons and teachings. i think he grapples with some of this in s2 where we see derek in his quote villainy era unquote.

instead derek chose to be a protector and he evolves. he is not peter. he is not kate. derek is not a monster others wanted him to become.

instead he inherits the gift of his mother and sister becoming more at peace with himself.

he is the person that paige loved and accepted. he is deserving of stiles's loyalty and affection.

but he can scare some kids on halloween as a treat.

[marrecarandgi]

1/2 Scott was affected by the nogitsune. Allison was affected too, and she almlst shot Lydia and Isaac because of that, but those things (rightfully) never get used against her / Except that Scott didn't abuse Isaac because "he was affected by the Nogitsune" (that's just a fanon excuse you made up to justify Scott's behavior) Scott abused Isaac because he's jealous and possessive, and because he wanted to hit Isaac for liking his ex girlfriend.

You do realize that stalking someone’s blog - someone you clearly dislike too - just to find excuses to send them your bs ask the minute they open anon is not normal, right? No joke, seek help, that shit is concerning.

Also, do I really have to address this bs accusation? Did you somehow missed half of the reply you’re quoting?

Scott knew about Allison and Isaac before the nogitsune, and he was sad, but not aggressive or possessive or jealous. That’s literal text of the show, and I already addressed that. You want me to repeat it just for you? You want me to show you scenes that you missed because they didn’t have Sterek in them?

1. Scott first sees Allison and Isaac in the ice bath scene. He’s visibly sad. He knows that something is going on between them. Does he push Isaac there? No.

You may say that Scott had more pressing issues in that scene, although, the way you talk about Scott, he’s not intelligent enough to have priorities… Okay, Scott sees Isaac and Allison together again in s3 final. Which is something I already addressed too, why do I have to repeat myself?

2. Scott sees Allison and Isaac laughing together in mid final, and he’s sad again, not aggressive in the slightest. There is nothing else going on in that scene, seeing them together should be more jealousy inducing than just hearing about it. Does he push Isaac there? No.

I bet you missed that scene because Stiles is right there being sad over Lydia with Aiden, instead of sucking of Derek’s face or whatever fanfiction made you believe Stiles does most of the time…

Scott knew that something was going on between Allison and Isaac before the effect of nogitsune took place. He wasn’t aggressive towards Isaac in the slightest, he was just upset. Not even bitter - just sad. His sadness didn’t make him push Isaac away or kick him out, in fact, the mid season final scene had a bittersweet feel to it because Scott is still clearly glad to have Isaac, Allison and Lydia is part of the pack now, even if he can’t be with Allison. The parallel between Allison/Isaac and Lydia/Aiden is right there, and Scott and Stiles reacting to those couples in the same way is right there too. They both are sad, but they have each other, and they are ready to move on. This is a segment that leads into Scott’s relationship with Kira and Stiles’ relationship with Malia - they both are letting go of their first loves and letting them be with others. Where is jealousy or aggression in that?

Also, Scott struggling with whatever effect nogitsune had on him is as canon as Allison struggling with it. Their symptoms being different doesn’t change that. And guess what? I addressed that too. Selective blindness on your part? Derek and Isaac reacted to nogitsune flies differently too, with Isaac embarking on a whole ass side quest of dubious consent sex with Allison in order to get Argent’s weapons to kill the twins with, while Derek went after Chris without any added bullshit. Does that mean that one of them wasn’t possessed? That one of them was less affected?

No one said that Scott was hallucinating in that scene, he clearly wasn’t. He was hallucinating earlier tho, when he saw his shadows looking monstrous - the theme of his struggles is about turning into a figurative and literal monster, while Allison’s is about losing control. Both themes were there since s1 and onward too, did you somehow missed everything unrelated to Stiles? So, whatever lingering darkness there is in them pushes Scott and Allison to their respective downfalls. Scott is succumbing to his darker urges, which results in him pushing Isaac - even tho it’s something that we know real Scott wouldn’t have done because he demonstrated twice that he isn’t possessive or aggressively jealous. Meanwhile, Allison is not in control of her reality and almost harms others in efforts to protect herself.

None of these things are hard to see, you just need to give Scott and Allison even a fraction of attention that you give to Stiles and Derek. Although, do you even pay attention to Derek? Cause you still think that he was ‘hanging out’ with teens, when he physically/emotionally/sexually abused them… I’m truly sorry that they only thing you care about are white straight men that you want to force to fuck each other because gay people are toys to you.

Also, leave my blog alone, leave my ask box permanently, and seek help - stalking people is not a great coping mechanism, and you need to develop a personality outside of sucking Stiles’ dick - he’s not gonna fuck you, sorry.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Play Fair | Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski

✦ relationship — Scott McCall x female!Plus Size Reader x Stiles Stilinski

✦ word count — 2.2k

✦ summary — Stiles finds a way to settle an argument between you and Scott.

✦ request — this is, then, the official request for Not-kinktober stiles +Scott x reader threesome

✦ warnings — nsfw, established polyamorous relationship, some competitive sex (not too much), vaginal fingering, fellatio, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, handjob, anal sex.

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You found the argument pointless. Well, perhaps pointless wasn’t the right word because you valued Scott’s opinions. He was just being a pain in the ass by fighting you over something that had been decided weeks and weeks ago.

Stiles didn’t pick a side, not even in his so-called logical way. There wasn’t much logic in arguing over where the three of you would spend the holidays, that must have been why.

The pact had been made when you moved in together. Christmas Eve would be spent at your parents’, Christmas at Stiles’ dad’s, and New Year’s at Scott’s mom’s.

Now Scott wanted to spend Christmas Eve at his mom’s. You understood why, but it wasn’t fair for you to change plans because he was indecisive.

Tired of hearing you argue, Stiles yelled, “Hey, you two!” Both Scott and you turned to acknowledge him. Stiles crossed his arms, glaring. “Are you done?”

“No,” Scott deadpanned.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I have an idea. How about you two take your clothes off and we solve this like adults?”

“Can you stop thinking with your dick for a second?” you asked. “Now you get turned on when we yell?”

Scott’s voice softened as he said, “You’re also not in charge here, Stiles, we all know it.”

“It’s simple,” Stiles explained. “First to come loses and has to do what the other wants.”

“And what’s in it for you?”

Stiles smiled at you as he answered your question. “First of all, a show.”

“And what else?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now...” Stiles walked toward the reading chair near the bedroom window and rested his hands on the edge of the back of the chair. “Are we doing this or should I go back to my video game?”

Scott sent a glance your way, waiting for you to answer first. You nodded before verbally agreeing. Scott agreed too while Stiles grinned at both of you, eyes glinting with anticipation.

Both Scott and Stiles moved to take their clothes off, prompting you to huff an amused laugh as you did the same.

Stiles softly kissed Scott, barely touching him as their lips moved against each other’s. You smirked, watching frustration contort Scott’s handsome face.

Stiles cupped your cheek and kissed you too. And then you understood Scott’s exasperation — Stiles parted from you before you could deepen the kiss, before you could even properly taste off his tongue the honey you knew he had added to his tea earlier.

With a hand on your shoulder and the other on Scott’s, Stiles reminded you both, “You two first. I’ll be the ref.”

The moment Stiles went back to sit on the reading chair, Scott grabbed you by the back of the head, pulling you into a heavy kiss.

You pushed your body against Scott’s, slipping your fingers into his hair as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip.

His free hand kneaded your breast, making you shiver as his cold fingers made contact with your skin. He sucked on your tongue, reminding you who had the control in the bedroom.

Flexing your knee, you brushed his cock with your leg. Bitting down your bottom lip, Scott let go of your head in order to fondle with your other breast.

You trailed your free hand down his torso, tracing his stomach. As it landed on his cock, you barely brushed it.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” you told him, dragging your knuckles over his shaft as you gripped his hair.

His eyes pierced your soul as he said, “I don’t think you will get what you want.”

“Try me.”

Pinching your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, Scott chuckled. He let go of you, moving to sit on the farthest edge of the bed, using a pillow to settle his spine against something more comfortable than the bed frame.

You kneeled on the bed, watching him take his cock in his hand. He didn’t do anything other than holding it there. For you.

Crawling towards him, you licked your lips. Softly, you slapped his hand off his cock and took it in your own grasp.

You gave him a few tentative jerks, not really worried about getting his cock harder than it already was.

Peppering light kisses along his shaft, you allowed your fingers to slip. Slightly, you tickled his balls.

In contrast, he gave your asscheek a hard spank, making you whine against his shaft.

“Play fair, Scott.” You left another small kiss on his cock. “I want to win, but I also want to make you feel good.”

You licked a stripe up his length, teasing his tip by circling your tongue around it. Slowly, you got only his tip into your mouth, sucking on it.

Scott’s finger entered you slowly, thumb brushing your clit as he shifted his hand to get more comfortable.

Stiles stood near the bed. He was about to open a drawer when he locked eyes with you.

He offered his hand to Scott. “Spit.”

Scott lifted an eyebrow. ”What else?”

Stiles sighed. “Please?”

“Good boy.” Scott spitted a long string of saliva onto Stiles’ hand, curling his finger inside you as he winked at Stiles.

Withdrawing his finger, Scott offered it to Stiles. Careful not to spill Scott’s saliva, Stiles leaned over to suck on Scott’s finger. He licked his lips as he was finished, standing straight.

Eyes on yours again, Stiles wiped Scott’s spit all over his own cock. Your gaze dropped to watch him smear Scott’s saliva on his half-hard cock.

Your grip around Scott’s shaft tightened, and you pushed yourself forward to take more of his cock into your mouth.

Immediately, two of Scott’s fingers entered you. Stiles went back to the reading chair, slowly massaging his cock up and down.

Scott’s fingers massaged your walls, thumb now fully pressed against your clit. He sped up and you did too, slurping on his cock as he rubbed your clit.

Too eager, you took him deeper into your mouth. His tip tickled your throat. His movements shifted, he curled his fingers against your g-spot.

Scott panted, “Play fair.” He gripped your face and pushed you off him, chest heaving up and down.

You had been so close to win...

Scott withdrew his fingers from you again, this time licking them clean all by himself.

“You gonna fuck her already?” Stiles asked, sprawled on the chair as he played with his balls.

“Yeah,” Scott confirmed, grasping at your waist to move you onto a laying down position.

You hated how badly you wanted him even in your competitive state.

“You ready?” He asked you, hands on your thighs as he waited for your consent.

You nodded. “Do your worst.”

Scott slid inside you, hiding his face in your neck to leave kisses there. He moved in and out without pulling out completely, finding a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good,” you blurted.

Scott pecked your lips. “You too. As always.”

And then the tiny truce was over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he started to hammer in and out of you. He knew you could take it, and you knew there was no way that either of you could grow tired of it.

For a moment, he took your wrists in his grasp and pinned them down at each of your sides. His eyes looked deeper as he fucked you into the mattress. Your clit throbbed at the sight.

Scott grasped your calves and lifted your legs so your ankles would rest on his shoulders. His hands trailed up to your hips and his grip became tight immediately as he picked up his already brutal pace.

Stiles’ breath grew ragged as he jerked himself quicker. Your eyes followed the rapid movements of his hand until he slowed them

down again.

Scott’s mouth hung agape, and you did your best to not lose any detail. Saliva dribbled down the side of his mouth as he panted. You moaned, eyes stinging as tears threatened to slip.

Your stomach contracted, Scott thrust harder and harder inside you and you couldn’t believe your luck.

The two of you came so close by that you didn’t know who had won.

He stood frozen, breathing heavily.

”You came first,” you insisted.

“That’s not true,” Scott panted. He then turned to the side. “Stiles?”

You gazed at Stiles too, and soon realized that he was as lost as Scott and you were. Stiles pushed himself off the chair, walking towards the bed in long strides — his cock was proudly hard, and for the first time since you met him, you felt like he was in control.

Scott usually took the reigns in the bedroom, and you had found the perfect middle, but Stiles always did what the two of you said.

“Off,” Stiles told Scott.

For once, Scott complied, gently lowering your legs so they would rest against the mattress again.

You were about to complain, feeling empty, but Stiles didn’t give you time. As Scott sat down on the bed, Stiles directly dove into your pussy.

Stiles’ tongue lapped at your slit, tasting you. Humming in pleasure, he went downwards, prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

He reached for Scott’s cock, and you didn’t know where to look at — his head between your thighs was a sight to behold as he cleaned you off Scott’s cum and your own slick, but his fist around Scott’s cock was a delightful treat also.

“You two taste so fucking good.”

Stiles traced your slit with his tongue, moving his fist up and down Scott’s cock at the same time. He enveloped your clit in his mouth, sucking on it.

As Stiles switched to licking instead of sucking, Scott twisted to lean forward and catch one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered for them in pure bliss.

You were so close that for a moment you didn’t care if you lost or not. You just wanted to come again. But Stiles stopped and Scott’s whine around your breast let you know that you weren’t the only one being edged.

Opening your eyes, you attempted to glare at Stiles. Scott left the bed and rummaged through a drawer.

Stiles lined his cock against your pussy, using your slick and his saliva to lube his cock up. He entered you, slowly, groaning.

“So tight even after Scott’s cock...”

You canted your hips up, urging him to move. Stiles tutted yet complied, hovering over you to kiss you, hands on your waist. The kiss was messy, his teeth clicked against yours and his hands slipped down your sides.

Scott winked at you from behind Stiles. His free hand traced Stiles’ side as he rested his chin on his shoulder. “Make it hard for her to walk,” Scott encouraged him. “You have the control for once.”

Stiles only needed Scott’s words and your eager nod to start ramming into you, bottoming out every time.

“So good,” Scott purred in approval, extending his hand to slap your clit.

You didn’t know which of their names to whimper, so you opted for letting them hear whichever sound came out first.

Scott slightly pulled himself off Stiles, uncapping a bottle of lube.

Fuck. They were going to be the death of you.

Stiles’ whined as Scott stretched him out, tightening his grip on your hips to use you as leverage. You couldn’t take your eyes off of them, as entranced as you had been the first time.

Scott pressed his tip against Stiles asshole, entering him slowly. Stiles pushed his own tip flush against your g-spot and frowned. “Shit. Give me a second.”

You caressed Stiles’ cheek. “You look so pretty. And you feel so good... throbbing inside me as Scott’s cock stretches you open.”

Scott smiled behind Stiles, kissing the side of his neck.

“Is he already twitching inside you?” you taunted Stiles. “Is that what’s happening, baby?”

Stiles hummed, letting a whine out when you clenched your walls around his cock.

“Pl—please, play fair,” Stiles babbled.

Scott continued fucking him, slowly.

Stiles continued, “I’m gonna come quickly if you—“ he had to interrupt himself as you shifted. “Fuck! If you don’t.”

But Stiles gained composure as he got used to the feeling and soon he barreled back into you. Scott thrust hard into Stiles, pushing him so deep inside you that you let out an unknown sound.

They started to thrust in sync, and all at once it became too much. You couldn’t understand what Scott was saying, but his voice added to your pleasure and you drowned in It.

Boneless, so drained you couldn’t really see anything but blotches, you barely felt movement beside you.

Scott pulled you onto his chest, kissing your forehead. Stiles hugged himself to your torso, resting his cheek on your upper back as he lightly drew patterns on your belly with a finger.

“Who won?” you asked, closing your eyes as Scott’s warmth brought you back to reality.

“Me,” Scott said tiredly.

“I won,” Stiles said matter of factly.

Neither you nor Scott could say otherwise.

Nonchalantly, Stiles commented. “We could invite our families to spend the holidays here, get them a hotel to sleep at or something.”

“Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Where was the fun in just saying that?”

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I see where you're coming from but I also see how in Derek's mind, he was protecting Isaac by pushing him away.

As the oldest of three siblings, one I'm basically estranged from (not because of something I did, but my parents turning her against me) and the other I talk to on a regular basis, I see why Derek did what he did to Isaac.

It's no secret that Derek wasn't meant to be an alpha. He's young and has no idea what he's doing. He tries to help Scott as best as he can but is met with resistance. He has Jackson demanding the bite when he knows the kid doesn't deserve it but he finally caves, whether it's because he's just done or because it's to protect the secret I don't know, but something goes wrong.

Derek needs a pack, he's weak without one, he is also lonely because he lost his entire family, after the fire, he loses Laura, Peter goes crazy and he has to kill him, and he's unaware Cora is alive so he has no family or pack. Scott refuses to join his pack and Stiles and Allison go wherever Scott goes, Jackson is practically dying and also refuses to join Derek's pack, and Lydia is still in the dark about the supernatural.

Derek needs to build a pack, especially with hunters around. So he finds teens (they take to the bite better) that deserve the gift of the bite. People who need help and a family. First is Isaac, who is being abused by his dad, then Erica who has severe epilepsy, and then Boyd who is all alone and has no friends.

The only thing I don't personally agree with what you said is that he manipulated his betas. He fully explained the good and bad about becoming a werewolf, he asked for consent before biting them, and he made it clear that while some things get better, there is danger and it will be hard. He trained them hard, harder than he probably should have, but he wanted them to be able to protect themselves and each other. He was not a perfect alpha by any means and had no idea what he was really doing, but he tried to the best of his ability.

There is strength in numbers, a pack builds up everyone's strength. They all get something out of it, it's not just Derek who gets something out of the whole thing. Isaac gets away from his abusive home and feels safe and powerful for the first time, Erica's epilepsy is gone and she has confidence in herself, and Boyd finally has a place where he belongs and friends.

When Derek pushes Isaac away, it's not because he wants to, it's because he feels like it's the only way to keep Isaac alive after his last two betas were killed by the alpha pack. Derek is scared, he doesn't know how to protect his last beta except to push him away so the alpha pack doesn't come after him anymore, so they can't force Derek to again be the weapon that kills his last beta.

Derek also knows Isaac is loyal to a fault. He will not leave Derek, even if his life depended on it, so he does the only thing he knows that will make Isaac leave, he yells and throws shit, just like what his dad did. And it works, and it also hurts Derek, but if he can keep Isaac safe by doing that, he will because he does care about him. He knows Scott will take Isaac in because that's who Scott is.

I don't think Derek felt as close to Cora as he did with his betas because he hadn't seen her in 6 years, she grows up and is almost an adult when they reunite, she's a different person and so is Derek. They love each other, but they aren't close. They don't get a chance to be close before Cora leaves. I'm sure Isaac was feeling how you described, he was probably jealous of Cora and I'm sure it hurt him.

I don't think he ever found out why Derek did what he did. And he probably felt like Derek didn't care, but Derek did care. He cared enough to let Isaac go. As the oldest sibling, I get it. The need to protect your younger siblings, even when you are barely in each other's lives is so strong.

I can't fully understand how Isaac feels because I don't have an older sibling, but I do know that how he feels and how you feel as well is totally valid. I'm not excusing or justifying the bad shit Derek did, but I do understand why he did it.

something something isaac lahey losing his older brother as a kid and derek hale also losing his siblings, older and younger. isaac staying loyal to derek long past the point that he probably should've only to ultimately be kicked out by derek very shortly after derek got his actual younger sister back, after directly using isaac as a tool to find her. the show trying to imply that isaac was romantically interested in cora but doing such a half assed job at it that it's both possible and objectively more interesting to interpret his curiosity about her as some kind of jealousy. is this anything?

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Don't I Know It (Full Moon Ficlet #466 - Tiger)

Written for @fullmoonficlet

“No,” Derek said, staring at the box in Stiles’ hands as it made quiet noises and jiggled.

“But you said-”

“I said we could discuss getting a pet,” Derek said, rubbing a hand through his hair. “And you know it’s difficult for ‘wolves to find a pet that isn’t either afraid of or threatened by them.” The corner of Stiles’ lips turned down at the corners, and his eyes widened. “Oh no, I am not falling for those. You taught me how to resist Scott’s. I’m not falling for yours.”

Stiles pursed his lips and looked determined. “Will you take a bribe?”

“We have a joint bank account,” Derek pointed out. “Your money is my money and vice versa. Take the puppy back, Stiles.” He hated telling Stiles ‘no,’ and he admitted to wondering what it would be like having a pet, but he didn’t want to cause some strange animal distress just by existing.

“It’s not a puppy,” Stiles responded, his eyes looking hopeful. “Does that make a difference?”

“Is it six puppies?” Derek asked. He’d tried to smell the air when Stiles had entered the house with the oversized box with holes in the top, but he’d picked up nothing. He suspected Stiles had used magic to mask the scent of the animal.

“It is nothing of the canine persuasion,” Stiles said, his eyes shifting to the side.

“Because you thought a cat in the den of someone who changes into a wolf would be a good idea?” Derek asked, astonished. Stiles was the second most intelligent person he knew (no one was smarter than Lydia), but he had the least amount of common sense. It amazed Derek he’d survived as long as he had, to be honest.

“Tonia isn’t just any cat, Der,” Stiles said.

“Oh my god, you’ve already named her?!” He ran a hand over his face, resigning himself to the fact that he had become a cat dad without consent or notice. When Derek dropped his hand, the smile on Stiles’ face had Derek smiling in response. “Well, let me meet the little girl.”

Stiles giggled, set the box on the floor, and threw back the flaps with a flourish. “Ta-da! Introducing Tonia Talia Stilinski-Hale!”

Derek leaned over the box before falling backward when an orange and black projectile hit him in the chest. He landed on the floor hard, his breath leaving him as he looked up into Tonia’s face. He took in her appearance for the first time. “Dammit, Stiles, this is not a cat!”

“Sure she is. She’s just going to be a really big one,” Stiles responded, grinning. “And she’s so sweet.”

Tonia leaned forward and bopped her nose against Derek’s before running her tongue from his chin to forehead. “Stiles, we can’t keep her. It’s illegal to have tigers as pets in California.”

Stiles pouted his lip out before snapping his fingers. Tonia shrank until she became small enough to sit in the palm of Derek’s hand. She began kneading her paws against Derek’s chest with a purr. “Guess it’s a good thing she’s a plain old tabby then,” he said. “But you said we can keep her!” Derek opened his mouth to argue that he’d actually said just the opposite. “You said we can’t keep tigers which means we can keep her!”

Derek dropped his head to the ground and groaned. He wasn’t sure who had told Stiles that he was funny, but Derek needed to hunt them down and kill them. Tonia moved to the floor, curling up in the space between Derek’s shoulder and neck, her tiny breaths brushing against his skin. Reaching up, he rubbed his fingers over her head, listening to her purr.

Closing his eyes, Derek relaxed, deciding to be a pet parent wouldn’t be so bad after all. He heard Stiles making himself comfortable on her other side and the sound of a photo being taken. “Just wait until we tell Daddy about your siblings,” Stiles whispered, and Derek’s eyes flew open to see Stiles sitting with five more kittens in his lap.

“Stiles…”

“I said they weren’t canines,” Stiles defended.

Derek gave up as the rest of the kittens began climbing all over him. One nipped at his ear and made him jump, dumping a couple back to the floor. He knew he should be furious, but he couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him. “You are so lucky. I love you,” he told Stiles.

“Don't I know it,” Stiles countered, reaching over and picking up a black and white kitten as it tried to make its way across the floor. “Don’t I know it.”

Cross-posted to AO3