#scott mccall drabble

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Scott and Stiles were roommates in college for about two weeks but after walking into the apartment one too many times to see Stiles and Derek going at it, he decided that it would be better to find his own place. When he walked into the apartment to see Stiles walking out of his room in a matching red bra and pantie set, he knew he made the right choice.

[hedwig394]

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall Masterlist

Summary - These are one shots of Derek Hale/Original Female Character(Sarah McCall, who's Scott's older sister)

NOTE - These don't need to be read in any order. Choose any one you want, it does not follow the chronological order of the Teen Wolf series. I'll add a summary wherever it's required. Thanks!

The First Meet

Rescuing Him

Are You Still Here?

The Piece That Doesn't Fit

Headcanons

I'm Not Yours

The Big Sister

[sammi-phoenix]

Threefold Death, a trifecta of feeling your skin cool, your blood freeze and your bones chill. A watch in his hand. A bullet under her fingers. A star pressed against his palm. Mind wanders away from his body as it cools in the tub, ice melting. It reminded him of before, the hotel parking lot, the three of them, the flare in his hand, his heart tired. They could have died then and they were dying now.

For Scottuary prompts Darkness around the heart and Threefold Death.

[scerek]

I want Derek and Theo pressing their massive tiddies against a big hard cock

Idk I made a thing :D

Derek Hale pressed himself against the alpha's massive erection. It pulsated between his perky pecs, flushed bright pink and leaking all over his chest.

The alpha bucked his hips upward and fucked his cock against Derek's tits.

"You next, Theo..." Alpha Scott said as the chimera strutted into view, looking cocky as his cock swung from side to side. But tonight was all about his pecs.

Theo got down on his knees and pressed himself against Derek's chest, sandwiching Scott's engorged dick between himself and Derek. The sensation made Alpha Scott feral to the point where he unexpectedly shot a huge load that landed on the two betas faces.

[allisluv]

how would scott plan proposing to his gf? i know he would be stressing tf out but i need more

scott would plan everything out meticulously. he prepares for every possible scenario; what if the weather is bad? what if the ring doesn't fit your finger? what if the photographer can't get a good picture? he plans everything. he definitely takes lydia ring shopping with him because he wants to make sure he gets it right

[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Heyy everyone, if you want me to write any specific drabbles or imagines, send in your prompts!! I'd love some more ideas🫶🏼

[sterekmylove]

High Stiles

A/N: Small Drabble of my Baby

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“Death sounds sweet” Stiles says high off of anesthesia, Scott and Derek side eye each other.

“Stop making him the bait” Derek says with a withering glare, not happy with the whelp.

“I didn’t use him as bait I would never do that!!.” Scott defends himself, Derek raises a brow.

“Oh?, then where the hell were you when Stiles was being chased by that Beta?.” Derek bit. Scott face twisted into a pout of anger.

“You were supposed to be paying attention!!!.” The omega snapped getting the V between his brows.

“Hey, hey hey!~.” A very high and broken leg Stiles said trying to catch the attention of his two beautiful friends. The wolves face their attention of him.

“No fighting- okay? No fighting over the great Stilinski, hehe~ I know I’m very handsome. Look at this winning smile.” Stiles slurs not being able to keep his Bambi eyes open as her gives a very lazy smile that tickles Derek a weird way. The Omega and Beta stare at their human friend for a bit.

Scott smiles like a exited puppy at his bestfriend, Derek rolls his eyes as if he’s annoyed looking off to the side, cracking a tiny tiny smile.

—

Tag: @cowandcalf

[jjsstars]

Scott McCall Week 2023: Day 3, healing / processing

|| for @scottappreciation event

|| tags : blood & injury (nothing major), hurt/comfort

Scott’s hands grip the white porcelain of the sink in the bathroom attached to his bedroom, gritting his teeth as the pain on his side radiates. His shirts bloody and shredded from the fight he just got back from, one he went to with only Liam as his backup. Everyone else in the pack had other things to worry about, and while that’s fine and Scott understands, he took more hits than normal and now he has to suffer the consequences. He can’t help that he wanted Liam to go home practically unscathed, it’s in Scott’s nature to protect his pack.

He shakes those thoughts away and takes to washing the blood from his hands. The water turns an orange-reddish color as it swirls around the sinks bowl before slipping down the drain, it eases Scott. It feels like all the hurt goes down with it, his wound is healing on it’s own, he can throw the ripped shirt away and slip into an old hoodie that somehow still smells like Stiles’ house did back in their freshman year before everything got turned upside down.

The clock reads two am, later than he was suspecting. There’s school tomorrow and Scott knows he should go to bed but he’s not tired, so he grabs the small journal he started to keep in his nightstand and sits up by his pillows to look out at the moon. There’s a strap that holds the black book closed, half the pages filled to the brim with scribbled down words written anytime Scott needed to get his emotions out.

He flips to an open page and starts to mark down the details of the fight he and Liam just got back from, it’s important for him to document it all, terrified one day he won’t be there to warn someone of an old evil resurfacing. Then he moves on to his own feelings from the fight, from the day in general, not caring about his bad spelling or messy handwriting. He pours his heart out.

Glancing to the moon when his hand cramps up, he likes how the glow of its light shines in through his bedroom window, dancing over his room and draping over him. A blanket of comfort that makes writing everything out easier, as though the moon will protect the secrets he shares, that it whispers to tell him it’s okay to let it all go. To take a minute to breathe, to process, to wash away all the bad still reeling in his head. Like the blood in the sink, his emotions soon fade away and he’s able to fall asleep.

[transdunbar]

🏴‍☠️ + 🪨

omg thank you so much!! here's the first one:

Hayden woke up to the sound of people moving about outside of her bedroom door. She groaned, opening an eye a second before a maid entered her room.

“Oh, Miss Romero! I didn’t realize you were still sleeping. My apologies, ma’am.”

and here's atla au:

“So,” Scott began slowly, “all this time, I’ve been capable of Airbending?”

“And Waterbending, and Firebending,” Deucalion confirmed. 

“How come I didn't know any of this earlier? Why are you just now coming to me?”

[sapphireginger]

Fucking Werewolves

AO3 Link

Stiles had a huge crush on Brett cause he was so cute and sweet and shy but also snarky and smart and strong. Lydia kept it a secret but Scotty boy found out and…

“Who? You mean Brett?!”

Jackson and Isaac stared. “What about Brett?”

Erica hauled Brett into the living room, smirking. “What about Brett, Batman?”

Brett was confused, his eyes wide. “Uh, Stiles?”

A glaring Stiles smacked Scott upside the head, half in annoyance, half in mortification, his cheeks now a violent shade of red. He grumbled under his breath, his scowl very reminiscent of Sourwolf, “Fucking werewolves.”

[whumpdoyoumean]

Writing Sketch #1

About a month ago I made this post about doing a writing equivalent of posting sketches, and then promptly didn't do anything about it. Well I'm finally posting one! All of these will be tagged with "writing sketch" and "writing doodles"

This is a fic idea that I had and started writing when I was in high school (circa 2015). It's a Teen Wolf AU set in the world of the UnWind series by Neal Schusterman. In it, Stiles and Scott are runaways (AWOLs) being chased by Peter Hale. Derek, known as the Alpha, helps runaways escape to a hidden community that provides refuge to AWOL kids (Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Erica, and Boyd were all going to be there). Melissa was going to be there as a nurse, and the Sheriff was also going to be there in some capacity. I never ended up writing the thing (except what's below), but it was going to be whumpy as hell (obviously)

xxx

“Stiles, we’re three hundred miles from home. I highly doubt anyone knows us here. I’ve still got a little cash, and we haven’t had a decent meal in days. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Stiles snorted. “Oh, I dunno Scott. It could be that news has gotten out about two rogue AWOLS who tranq Juvie cops. We could be taken by a couple of them and unwound in camps. Or we could be drugged and taken by parts pirates and unwound in an old warehouse somewhere with rusty tools and no anesthetic. Or maybe there’s a serial killer who targets teenage boys, and he-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Scott interrupted with a glare.

Stiles sighed. “Look, I just don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”

“You can order bacon and eggs,” Scott said in a sing-songy voice, smiling inwardly as he saw Stiles’s face change, his resolve clearly shaken. Scott went in for the kill. “Banana pancaaaaakes.”

Stiles crumbled. “Fine! We’ll go get breakfast in town! But if we get caught, they will be down one unwind because I will kill you. Got it?”

Scott grinned. “Fair enough.” They walked in silence, and fifteen minutes later they were at the edge of a small town.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Stiles asked.

“Banana pancakes,” Scott replied.

It was enough of an answer for Stiles and he led the way in search of something to eat. They settled on a tiny diner, a family owned dive that looked like it hadn’t seen any renovations since the 1970s. It had a cozy, friendly feel to it, and Scott felt immediately at ease. Stiles still seemed a bit on edge, but that was just the way he was. By the time the waitress, an older lady with curly hair, and a smile that could light up the room, came to take their orders though, he’d relaxed a little and actually seemed to be enjoying himself. 

They didn’t talk much as they waited for breakfast, but that was okay. They’d been friends their entire lives since becoming roommates at the ward house. They’d also been getting into trouble together just as long--hence the dual unwind orders, and the subsequent Being on the Lam together. The waitress was back before they knew it, and the the sight and smell of an actual meal set Scott’s mouth to watering and his stomach to growling.

“I’m gonna savor this,” he said, dousing his French toast with syrup. He was mildly amused but not surprised to see that Stiles was already scarfing his food, barely stopping even to take a breath. Scott took his first bit and immediately understood Stiles’ impulse to shovel his food.

The hot, syrupy decadence of roadside breakfast was in sharp contrast to the dry, tasteless protein bars they’d been living on for the last week, and his immediate desire was to put as much of the sticky goodness into his body in as little time as possible. By the time he was done, his face and fingers were sticky and he had a full stomach, aching a little in a way that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. 

“That,” Stiles said emphatically, “was a wonderful idea.” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me I was right?”

Stiles made a face. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Oh, man. If we hadn’t had to ditch our cells, I would record that and set it as my ringtone.”

“Ha ha ha,” Stiles said sarcastically, but there was a smile in his eyes. “Enjoy it while you can. That’s the last time you’ll ever hear that from me.”

Scott laughed. The waitress chose that moment to come check in. “How is every-oh!” She looked at the already empty plates with wide eyes and raised eyebrows and Scott couldn’t help but laugh. Apparently, it was catching, because Stiles joined in, and so did the waitress. When she returned a few minutes later with the bill, all they found was a note that said, “This one’s on us.”

For the moment, the world, and the people in it, were good.

XXX

“Let’s turn down this alley,” Stiles said under his breath. 

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!” Stiles hissed, grabbing Scott’s arm and dragging him into a long, narrow alley between two brown brick buildings. He ducked down behind a dumpster and Scott, perplexed, did the same.

“What’s going on?” Scott whispered.

“I think we’re being followed.”

“What?”

“There was this guy at the cafe who left right after we did and I’m pretty sure he’s tailing us,” Stiles explained quickly, his voice shaking. He felt his muscles tensing as adrenaline flooded his system, fight-or-flight kicking in.

“You’re just being paranoid,” Scott said, standing.

“No!” Stiles cried, just as a crack split the air.

“Shit!” Scott yelled, collapsing back behind the dumpster with his hands over his head and his eyes wide. “Shit, Stiles, that was a real bullet!”

Stiles’s heart sped up and his mind raced. “Okay, Scott, I need you to distract him.”

“What?! How?”

“I don’t know!” Stiles hissed, pulling his backpack off. “Talk to him!” Stiles shuffled through the contents of his bag, pulling what he needed out as he found it. Meanwhile, Scott started yelling at the gunman.

“You know, Juvie cops aren’t allowed to carry real bullets, much less fire them at kids!”

“I’m not a cop!” the man called back.

“Parts pirate then? Well, you can’t very well sell parts of a dead kid!” Scott shouted, a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“I find real bullets much more effective in discouraging dipshit kids from running! Besides, I don’t shoot to kill, and a mostly good body still fetches quite a price on the black market!”

“Get ready to run,” Stiles muttered to Scott. Scott nodded. Stiles pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held the flame up to the soaking rag that was hanging out of the bottle of whiskey he’d dug out of his bag.

“Go!” Stiles shouted. In one swift motion, he stood and hurled the makeshift Molotov cocktail at the parts pirate and took off running behind Scott. He heard glass shattering and a shout and looked over his shoulder.

The bottle had hit the man’s shoulder, and flames were spreading across his shirt and licking at his neck and face. The man let out a howl of rage and pain and began firing, shooting wildly and blindly a few times before hitting the ground and rolling, putting out the flames that had engulfed him before falling still.

Scott had stopped a few feet ahead and Stiles slowed to a halt beside him.

“What...the hell...was that?” Scott asked breathlessly.

“Molotov...Molotov cocktail. I snagged the whiskey from the warden’s desk before we left.”

Scott smiled and let out a nervous laugh. “Damn.”

Stiles smiled too and turned from the smoking form on the ground, heading toward the open end of the alley, Scott on his heels. Then, several things happened at once: a black car pulled up, blocking the end of the alley; behind them, the parts pirate rose to his feet and raised his weapon. 

They were trapped.

“That way!” Stiles shouted, pushing Scott toward the car. The back door opened and the car’s window rolled down, revealing a scruffy young man no more than a few years older than them.

“Get in!” he cried.

The space between the the boys and the car shrank. Three yards, two, one, a foot. Scott was in the car and Stiles was about to follow him when a crack sounded and a hot, piercing pain shot through his back, near his right hip. He let out a cry and hit the ground, just in front of the open car.

“Stiles!” Scott cried, grabbing him under the arms and dragging him into the car as the parts pirate screamed, “I’m going to kill you!”

Stiles pulled the door shut and the car sped away with a squeal, shot ricocheting off of the metal. 

“He okay?” the driver asked, glancing into the rearview mirror.

Scott was pale, and he was staring at something. “I think it’s a through and through,” he answered, his voice tight.

Stiles blinked heavily, not sure what Scott meant. The pain in his back was making his head foggy, and he was suddenly exhausted. There was pain in his front, too, which was confusing, and he looked down with a frown, startled to see blood soaking the front of his shirt.

“Wh...what is this?” He mumbled, putting his hand over the place where the sticky red substance seemed to be coming from. 

“I think that’s where the bullet came out,” Scott answered, only his voice sounded funny. Stiles’s head started to nod, but Scott’s voice snapped him out of it. “Don’t sleep! Stiles, you have to stay awake.”

Stiles blinked slowly. He felt strange, sort of floaty.

“Stiles? Stiles, you with me?” Scott’s voice was far away, and Stiles didn’t have the strength to answer. He tried to stay awake like Scott said, but the black at the edge of his vision was growing.

It didn’t take long to suffocate him.

XXX

“He’s unconscious and he won’t wake up!” Scott cried, his heart hammering wildly. His chest was getting tight, his throat  threatening to close. It was getting harder to breathe, and he reached for his inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket. He checked the other one. It wasn’t there, either. Shit.

“You looking for this?” the driver of the  car asked, holding up the inhaler. Scott grabbed it and puffed the medicine,  grateful as his airways relaxed and opened. “You left it on the seat at the diner. I figured you might need it.”

Scott nodded, breathing deeply. “Yeah. Thanks. Look, Stiles needs help. Where are you taking us?”

“Somewhere safe. We’ve got doctors there for exactly this kind of thing.  He’ll  be okay. My name’s Derek,  by the way. I’ve been following you two since Beacon Hills.”

Scott felt his eyes widen. “Derek Hale. The Alpha.”

Derek looked at him in the rearview mirror. “That’s what they call me, yeah.”

[wordsarelife]

—sweeter than fiction

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!hale!reader

summary: stiles finds out you're dereks sister and has to cope with the news lol

warnings: none, just canon typical losers flirting lol

note: just gonna leave this here lmao. this is just a little drabble, but i hope you guys like it!!

“let me just clarify this. when you say brother, you mean…”

“brother”

“…right” stiles nodded. “and that’s like a 100% sure, yeah? no chance of misconduct or—“

“stiles”

"okay, you know what? it's fine" stiles smiled, but did not look even close to being fine. "i mean what's a little relation to derek hale, when there are far worse monsters, right?"

"right." you nodded, trying your best to help stiles calm himself down.

"i mean has he ever talked about me.. to you, i mean?" his gaze narrowed as he searched your face for any hints of rememberance. "i think he likes me."

"well," you paused, trying to think of the time before you had come back to beacon hills and what your brother had said about scott mccall and his idiot friend. "he's definitely mentioned you."

"ha!" stiles called, a victorious smile settling onto his face. his fist swung through the air and just nearly missed you as you swerved to the side quickly. "eh, sorry," he excused. "i'm still getting used to all these new proportions."

"are you talking about puberty?"

"well, it was a hard time for me, okay?" he bit back. "everything happened so quickly. like— like being hit by a bus. but not in a fun way."

"there's a fun way?"

"i—" stiles blinked. "it's definitely more fun than being ripped to shreds by your brother when he finds me here." stiles made a large gesture to signal that he was not supposed to be here. in your room. at night. in the loft you shared with derek.

"why are you emphasizing the word brother like that?" you furrowed your brows.

"ever heard of the phrase 'foreign concept'?" stiles muttered, before he lowered himself onto the bed in front of you. "i mean how is that possible? like biologically?"

"well, when a man and a woman—"

"don't" stiles interrupted. "you're supposed to be serious."

"you're not really serious either, are you?" you crossed your arms and leaned back against the headboard.

"i'm not supposed to be. i'm allowed to fight trauma with the inappropriate use of sarcasm. it's who i am. you shouldn't even be able to detect a joke or crack a smile, considering who raised you." he send a side-eye in your direction before he continued rambling. "and as always it's just my luck that i am hopelessly into someone who's related to derek hale. this is just great—"

"you're hopelessly into me?" you repeated surprised.

"i said someone related to derek hale." stiles corrected. "i could very well be talking about your mother."

"are you talking about my mother?" you repeated with a roll of your eyes.

"nah"

"okay, that's good. because you know she's dead, so your love would be doomed from the start."

"yeah, good argument, actually." stiles nodded repeatedly. "glad we talked about this. now that i've revealed my interest, is there a slight chance— i mean statistically speaking and considering, uh, that i—"

you interrupted promptly, taking his face into your hands and moving him so close, your lips were not far from touching. "you should stop talking."

"uh, yeah, i probably should"

you kissed him—quick, impulsive, no time for words. it was over in a second, but it left both of you breathless, staring at each other, the tension thick in the air.

your eyes wandered over the stunned expression on his face, before you moved closer once more, softly kissing him again.

the door to your room flew open with a bang and you and stiles jumped apart, similiarly surprised at the sudden sound.

your brother was standing in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing at the scene in front of him and stiles quickly moved his hand away from your thigh, as if derek's stare alone had burned it.

"stiles." derek growled. "you have about five seconds to get your slimy little lips away from my sister before i rip you to shreds."

stiles shot you a look that clearly said "i told you so" before scrambling to his feet and practically bolting out of the loft, not bothering to say another word.

you couldn't help but smile up at your older brother. "oh derek, do you always have to be such a sourwolf?"

derek’s lips twitched into a humorless smirk. “yeah, okay. that’s it. you're officially banned from ever seeing him again.”

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

- Sam Winchester

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

- Castiel

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

© godjustkys ©

[darkintothedawn]

Stiles' Adventures

Main Masterlist | gender neutral unless stated otherwise

Sorry I Can't Stay Still - 2k~ - Female Reader

Summary — Based of the prompt 'Stiles Stilinski who endlessly apologizes as his hips jerk his dick down her throat because he just can't sit still when her mouth is around him.' Warnings — Smut. Angel as a pet name.

Dating Would Include... - 0.5k

Summary — Headcanons for dating Stiles. Warnings — Fluff.

The Boyfriend Code - Series - Completed

Summary — A fic-a-day thing I've decided to do focusing on Stiles' carefully curated rules being broken one by one. Warnings — Some of these will have some explicit language, suggestive content, and possibly smut. The Valentine's Day special and the March 1st special will both have smut and will be marked alongside any others that do to show this.

Kissing Would Include... - 0.6k

Summary —Headcanons for kissing season one/two Stiles. Warnings — Fluff.

Streamer AU - 1k - Platonic Sciles

Summary — Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski have taken the internet by storm with their unpredictable Twitch channel. Balancing college life and streaming, they bring their unique brand of supernatural chaos and dorm room antics to their growing fanbase. Their channel is a mix of gaming, real-life challenges, and completely spontaneous content that somehow always spirals out of control. Warnings — None, just Stiles and Scott being stupid.

Pocket-Sized Love - 1k

Summary — Based off of the whole 'He's so cute, I want to put him in my pocket.' train of thought people get. Warnings — Fluff.

Drain Pipe - 4k~

Summary — Anonymous asked: stiles sneakin into ur window at night bc he refuses to use the front door and wake everyone up Warnings — Fluff. Mild annoyance. Puppy dog Stiles.

Runway Fever (1)/(2) - Female Reader - 11k (In total.)

Summary — Your first runway show with your overactive boyfriend hyping you up in more ways than one. Warnings — Fluff. Suggestive comment. A single dirty joke. Completely head over heels, obsessed Stiles. (1) Smut. Suggestive content and explicit content. Head over heels Stiles. Mostly vanilla sex. Lots of teasing. Quite graphic and dare I say erotic. First full smut in a while so it might not be the best. (2)

Happy Valentines - 11K - Female Reader

Summary — It's Valentines day and you and Stiles are going to make the most of the day. Warnings — Fluff. Smut. Slightly jealous Stiles. Slightly insecure Stiles. Lots of love. Soft, loving sex. Vanilla sex. Unprotected p/v. Mentions of birth control.

"Yes, I do. No, I don't." - drabble (idk what to call it)

Stiles Stilinski x Gender Neutral Reader | heavy angst | breaking up | harsh words | kinda pathetic stiles | insecure stiles | painfully in love stiles | miscommunication

Only Once, Always Forever - 6k

I'm sorry.

"Promise." - drabble (i guess) - Male Reader

Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | light angst | unrequited love | stiles pining over lydia | bittersweet | no happy ending | yearning | based off of "promise" by laufey

The Beast's Beauty - 6k - Male Reader

Summary — Stiles isn't expecting much when he decides to go with Scott to the Beacon Hill Art Gallery but then he's finding photos of him half shifted and his night is ending with kisses to his hand a possible date around the corner. Warnings — Fluff. Rambling Stiles. Possibly ooc. Werewolf!Stiles.

First Time - 3k~ - Male Reader

Summary — Some headcanon style things for Stiles' first time with you

Happy Birthday - 8k~

Summary — It's Stiles' birthday and you decide to play a great indoor scavenger hunt along side his dad to celebrate it.

Order Up? - 30k~

Summary — Stiles finally gets a chance at a job part time and you have to help through that process. Warnings — Smut. Lots of fluff though. Buzz cut Stiles. Idk how to describe this lmao. This does include cannon divergent headcanons. Yes I did also continuously bring up cheap soap/detergent. My boy does not have any life skills and I didn't know what else to put :(

Truths - 1k

Summary — Stiles in the golden retriever, the guy who's always there for you, the one who'd do anything and everything for you. But no one's perfect, and you don't expect him to be, it just takes you some time to see Stiles' truth.

Break-Ups - 1.6k

Summary — When you break up with someone like Stiles: loud, excitable, hyperactive, it's not easy to let go. It's not exactly easy for someone like Stiles to let go either. Warnings — This is angst. Pre-established break up.

Like Teenagers - 1k

Summary — You and Stiles try to get some loving making out on but some mistimed giggling that's a little loud wakes up the kids.

Why Are You Still Cooking? - 1k~

Summary — Stiles' cooking doesn't exactly meet the standards of little Mieczysław Jr. leading to Stiles' feelings being hurt and complaining.

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scott mccall masterlist

blurbs / thoughts:

scott planning to propose to his girlfriend

random scott headcanons