#theo raeken x reader

[heartbreakgrill]

out of the woods: theo raeken.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

looking at it now it all seems to simple. we were lying on your couch. i remember.

“i have to go.”

theo groaned as the words left my lips. his arms, wrapped securely around my waist, tightened their grip as he inhaled a hopeless breath.

“no,” he nudged my neck with his nose, eliciting a soft giggle from me. “no, stay, please.”

“theo,” i wriggled away from his ticklish touches, “i have to go.”

i tried to remove myself from his grasps, but he was strong. his large, warm hands, slid over my bare stomach, gripping onto my hips. he pressed my back into the mattress, as my wrestling arms came to rest on his shoulders. he had been growing out his hair and now it hung low enough to ghost over my collarbones. i shivered as the strands drug across my skin, theo’s lips attached to my neck.

“theo,” i persisted, “scott gets off at 8. he’s going to come into my room and check if i’m there. when i’m not, he’s going to notify every single supernatural within a thirty mile radius, and every policeman within the county. they will be on your doorstep by 8:15, and i will be dead.”

as i spoke, i continued to try to fight theo’s strong hold, lifting my body from the mattress, and pushing back at his shoulders. my words seemed like a good enough threat to get him moving.

“i don’t want you to go,” he moved to the edge of the bed, feet flat upon the floor.

i stood and gathered my clothes, occasionally tossing him pointed glances, “as much as i enjoy this- i would prefer to not die tonight. i have a chemistry exam tomorrow. here-“

theo rolled his eyes as i tossed his boxers to him. it landed on top of his head. i stifled a laugh and tugged on my jeans.

theo ripped the boxers off and mocked my laughter, “haha, very funny.”

i shrugged and stuck my head through my t-shirt. “listen,” i made my way towards the front door of theo’s tiny, studio apartment. it wasn’t much, but it beat sleeping in his truck every night, like he had been doing. i laced up my shoes, “i should be able to see you tomorrow night. i’ll text you, though, let you know what’s happening.”

theo noticed i was reaching for the door handle and quickly shimmied into his boxers. he slapped a hand against the door, “wait!”

it slammed shut. i looked up at him, an expectant expression on my face. “yeah?”

theo caught my chin in his hands, and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. i melted into the moment, leaning my weight into his hold, allowing my fingers to gently ghost his chest. however, as soon as theo moved to deepen the exchange, my phone started ringing.

my eyes flew open, a wide, worried look taking over my dazed face. i held out a finger towards theo, as if to shush him, as i answered the call.

“hello? oh, hi, scott,” i shot theo a glance. he crossed his arms, figure shrunk in a guilty demeanor. “no, yeah- i’m on my way home now. oh, chinese sounds good. yep- no, yeah. just gotta shower first. just- with gina. yep. studying. chem exam tomorrow! yep. yeah. k. love you! bye.”

i stared at my phone for a second, as though scott were going to climb out of it and kill theo for even being in the same room as me. when that didn’t happen, i let out a deep breath.

“okay,” i looked to the boy, “i have got to get going. i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“yeah,” theo couldn’t help but grin down at me, “tomorrow.”

i noticed his body tilt towards mine, his chest lean towards me, and i held up a finger, cocked a brow. “don’t even think about it or i will never get out of here.”

i could hear him groaning as i shut the door behind me.

–

you took a polaroid of us, then discovered the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

“what are you doing for your birthday?”

i balanced the popcorn bowl on my lap as i twisted around on the couch. theo glanced over at me from the fridge, flashing that bright, wide grin.

i couldn’t help but smile, though nothing special really was happening. “not sure yet. why do you ask?”

“just wondering.”

i stared at the back of his stooped, trying to read between the lines of his very few words. theo could feel my gaze, could hear my curious heartbeat, and looked up against. “what?”

i slowly brought a piece of popcorn to my lips, brows furrowed, “why are you asking?”

“nothing,” he reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. the door shut softly behind him. he neared the couch and cracked open the drink. i continued to stare him. “why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“because i know it’s not nothing,” i set the bowl down on the coffee table and came up onto my knees. theo tilted his head and peered down at me. “you’ve got stuff on your mind. say it. let it out into the open. this is a judgement free zone.”

he chuckled softly as i gestured to the tiny apartment. “not exactly a zone as is.”

i reached up and smacked his forearm. “just tell me! please?”

theo took another sip of his coke, thinking intensely. “there’s really not much to say. i was just thinking how your birthday is coming up and i wanted to maybe do something special for you.”

“wait, really?” i perked up, elbows pressed into the back of the couch and chin planted upon my palms. “aw, wait really?”

theo rolled his eyes, “yes, really. but, i know you guys probably have stuff planned. so, i was just trying to get a feel for when we could fit something in.”

“no one’s said anything to me about any plans. though,” my mind wandered a bit, and the stupid hope theo’s healing heart always gave me filled my lungs, “if they do figure something out, i don’t see why you couldn’t just come to that..?”

theo’s soft face hardened slightly, a gut wrenching frown painting his pink lips. “yeah…i don’t know about that. liam still wants me dead. scott and stiles hate me- not to mention malia and lydia probably would be happy to kick me in the balls.”

i thought over the words, imagining each scenario play out. he was right. “yeah…” i trailed off, “yeah, i don’t think that would happen. i just-“

i struggled to find my words, gaze distant, hope shattered. “i don’t know-“

“i know,” theo touched my cheek, fingers cold from the can of coke now in his other hand. “i know.”

“i’m tired of hiding, theo,” my voice came out quiet and timid, expressive to how i was truly feeling. it was exhausting, constantly sneaking around, always being on the lookout for scott.

“i know, baby,” he squatted down to my level, holding my face with both hands, now. his thumbs brushed over the apples of my cheeks, eyes catching my distant ones. “listen…i know it’s hard, but…they just don’t understand it, okay? they wouldn’t get it. you- you put your faith in me when i didn’t deserve it. if it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for your hope, i don’t think i would be the man i am today. you saw a lost, broken boy and you helped me get back on my feet. you helped me make up for every wrong i’ve done. i…”

he didn’t continue any sentence. he just pressed his lips together. my heart fluttered at the anticipation of what it could’ve been he wanted to say.

“i just wish…” i gathered some thoughts, “i wish they’d give you a chance.”

“one day,” theo kissed me shortly, “i think…one day, it’ll happen.”

we curled up on the tiny couch, fit for his small apartment, and watched a movie. i lay in the crevice of his side, clutching to his body like it would be taken from me. often, i worried that that would happen. scott would catch us, committing no crimes, and juror theo to a fate worse than death. it seemed so silly- scott was the sworn protector of this town. he always ensured everyone’s happiness, health, prosperity. yet, when it came to me, those guarantees fell short. he’d rather i be holed up in my room, or holed up at school, my nose in a book, than i live, than i date or work or go out with friends.

it made everything so complicated. it made my life complicated- i had rules to follow, i had curfews, i had to answer the phone every time he called or the entire world would fall apart. i understood my brother just wanted me to be safe, to stay alive- but he was ruining my life while trying to save it.

i looked up towards theo, worry swimming through my eyes. he turned his head at my own shuffling and smiled, though it faded at the sight of my worried face.

“hey, hey,” he shifted his body towards mine, “baby…it’s okay. hey…everything’s gonna be okay, yeah? i won’t let anything ruin this, okay?”

“i’m just worried he’s gonna take you away from me…”

“i know,” theo brushed the hair from my face, “i know, but i won’t let him. i…”

that unfinished thought again.

i set my hands upon theo’s shoulder, worry being coaxed down by the affection i felt for him. “i love you,” i admitted.

theo’s face softened, the gold flecks in his eyes on fire from my confession. he pulled my face closer towards his, rushing out a response before crashing our lips together.

“i love you.”

–

and i remember thinking: are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet good?

“i saw theo today.”

i looked up from my plate, eyes widened in curiosity. i flicked my gaze between lydia, scott, stiles, malia, and liam. everyone paused from eating their food. they focused on lydia’s words.

scott straightened his stooped neck. his thick brows were furrowed with inquiry, “really? where?”

“the store,” lydia spoke pointedly. “he was buying a dozen roses from the supermarket.”

“well, at least we know he’s a cheap date,” stiles was quick to nip.

i felt my face grow warm, both from worry and frustration. i shoveled some noodles into my mouth.

malia poked at her straw, “what’s he doing here? i thought he left?”

“i think we all did,” scott sighed. he wiped a napkin across his face. “did he have any other groceries?”

lydia rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, as if to recite the items she saw in his cart. “eggs, milk, icing, chicken nuggets, a loaf of bread, and, i think, penne noodles. could’ve been elbow macaroni, though. couldn’t really tell.”

a smile creeped onto my face as i pieced together the groceries. i was supposed to see theo tonight, though i’d told mom and scott i was going to gina’s for a sleepover. i guess i had a birthday cake and flowers to look forward to.

everyone thought for a moment. then, stiles cracked another lame joke, “hey, maybe he’s going to make up for nearly killing y/n by baking her a cake!”

i choked on my water. scott reached a concerned hand over to pat my back. i pressed a napkin to my face and coughed erratically. “you okay?” scott brushed hair form my cheek.

i nodded wildly, “yep- yeah. yep! great. good. sorry.”

scott patted my back again before returning to the conversation. “for his sake, i hope he isn’t planning on doing that. i hope he isn’t planning on contacting any of us. if he does, you all need to tell me- immediately, okay? stiles, let your dad know he’s lingering around. y/n-“

i sniffled from my coughing fit. “yeah?”

scott’s face was lined with a deepened worry, brown eyes swimming with concern for me. “i don’t think i want you going to gina’s tonight. or anywhere but school for the time being. not until we know what theo’s doing here.”

my brows furrowed tightly, “what? no! what- why- how is that fair? no- scott. i can’t-“

“mom will agree,” scott cut me off. “i’m not risking anything.”

“but…” i went to continue to argue my case, but scott continued rattling off instructional orders to the rest of the group.

and, so, my birthday dinner turned into driving to the sheriff’s station with the entire pack. sitting in stilinki’s office until we figured out where theo was living. we drove to the street and patrolled his apartment until 1am. then, stiles dropped scott and i off at home.

nobody even sang me happy birthday.

looking at it now, last december, we were built to fall apart. then fall back together.

“it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

“theo,” i grinned as i took a box from him. a big red bow adorned the glittery wrapping paper. it wasn’t heavy, and the size of the box was quite small. but my heart lit on fire from the lovely gesture. “you really shouldn’t have.”

“no, i wanted to,” he waved me off. “you deserve…so much. the world.”

i met his eyes and recognized that familiar, glistening adoration i’d gotten so used to. “i just…feel bad. you don’t have much money, and-“

“it doesn’t matter,” theo pressed a hand to my knee.

we were criss-cross on the couch, sparse christmas decorations scattered through his tiny apartment. i’d insisted on lining tinsel across the door, lights around the tv console, putting the fake tree in the already crowded corner. i hadn’t been able to come over much and wanted theo to be able to feel some semblance of joyous occasion when i wasn’t there. this was the first time we’d seen each other since thanksgiving.

i only managed to escape the house because i convinced scott that gina and i had to spend christmas together.

“open it!” theo squeezed my knee again.

i giggled at his excited stature and quickly unraveled the bow. inside, amidst the folds of a velvet box, was a necklace with the letter t hanging off of a gold chain. i grinned at the sight, “oh, my gosh! here- put it on me!”

i held my hair from my shoulders as theo clipped the necklace at the nape of my spine. his cold fingers ghosted across my skin until his palms were around my shoulders. he tugged my back into his chest, laying us down upon the couch.

your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn't quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

silence enveloped our presence, a comforting feeling of peace that we rarely had. “i love you, theo,” i let myself whisper. i tried to say it more often than not, worried that one day i wouldn’t be able to remind him of it.

“we should tell scott.”

i pulled myself up, out of theo’s hold, turning to face him on the couch. i was bewildered. my face surely showed it, “what?”

theo ran a hand through his hair, “i think we should tell scott, y/n.”

i shook my head slightly, “no, no. no- we can’t do that. theo- no.”

his tone became increasingly critical, disagreeing with my own disapproval. “why not? im tired of hiding-“

“he’ll kill you, theo,” i rushed out. my breathing was anticipatory in it’s quick speed. “scott will kill you, theo.”

“i don’t know. he’s…merciful. i think if we tell him, we can-“

“theo, no!” i jumped from the couch. “please, just stop. i don’t want to fight about this with you. it’s not happening. end of stor-“

“why does that get to just be your decision? why don’t i get to have a say in this relationship? it’s all up to you!” theo followed me from our seats. he spoke wildly, his hands moving with his words.

i crossed my arms, “i risk everything every single day that i text you. i put myself on the line just to see you. i’m lying to my brother, my best friend- my mom! theo- i thought you understood-“

“i’m just tired of being your little secret. i want to be able to- to see you. i want to come to your birthday dinners and spend christmas morning with you. i want to be in your life. i feel like i’m just on the sidelines!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have tried to kill all of us!”

the words blurted from my lips before i could stop them. the stale silence that followed my heartless thoughts was bitter and cold. theo turned his shoulder from me, dropping his head into his hands.

“oh, my god,” i stepped forward, bracing my hands for impact. “i’m so sorry. theo- i-“

“i thought you’d forgiven me,” he murmured into his palm. “you told me you forgave me for that.”

“i did- i did, i just- i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said tha-“

“maybe scott’s right,” theo met my eyes finally, tears blurring his green ones.

“what-?”

“maybe i never will change. maybe i’m just a bad guy. maybe it’s not a good idea for you to be around me.”

“no, theo, no-“ he kept interrupting me.

“you should leave.”

i couldn’t find the words to stay, but i needed to.

i stepped forward, again, touching theo’s shoulder. he whipped his head back to face me, beautiful eyes darkened by the yellow hue, fangs protruding from his teeth, claws digging into his palms that were beginning to bleed.

“get out!” he roared.

i flinched, throwing myself back a few feet. my hands were shaking. i quickly gathered my things, never turning my back from the monstrous boy standing before me. his chest heaved with anger. he glared.

for the first time in a long time, i was scared of theo.

so, i ran.

baby, like we stood a chance; two paper airplanes flying. and i remember thinking…

“are you awake?”

scott knocked upon my bedroom door.

i rolled over in my bed, away from the sound of his voice, away from his incessant worry.

i knew he could hear my heartbeat. i knew he could smell my pheromones.

i ignored him. he had his answers. i wanted to be left alone.

scott sighed. “please talk to me.”

i didn’t want to.

“well,” he tried to sound cheery, but it failed, “i’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

weeks had passed.

silence had followed.

scott was always wondering why i didn’t go to study group with gina. mom worried why i didn’t want to eat my favorite dinner on thursday nights. stiles was confused when i would voluntarily tag along on patrols with him and scott. when we’d pass theo’s house, i’d press my headphones into my ears and drown the two teenage boys out.

lydia drug me to the mall the following week. scott had told everyone he was worried i was depressed. but he didn’t know why.

i knew why.

i didn’t text theo. and he didn’t try to reach me.

i let the necklace pool in my makeup drawer. my fingers ghosted over it every morning, and i’d flinch as though it burned me. it just made me brain flicker with unwanted memories.

i had nightmares about him.

he’d come into my room and tear me apart.

he’d kill scott right in front of me.

he’d rip my mom’s throat out during dinner.

i dreamed of him, too.

of his arms, the contradictory peace i felt from his fingers. i knew, deep down inside, that his threatening demeanor wasn’t real. it was a projection of his innermost insecurities, his frustration because he could only ever have parts of me.

but i was still terrified. it took me back to a time in my life when theo really was the villain. back to the night when the dread doctors nearly killed me. it reminded me of things i’d worked hard to get over.

it felt like last year, only this time, my heart was broken, too.

i don’t know why i thought it would work. bad people never changed. they’d maybe give you a hurricane eye, false hope that things would be clearing up, the storm would pass. and, then, their true, dark colors would appear like the rain. thundering down on you.

i thought back to months ago, when i first let him in. i’d run into him at the grocery store, like lydia. he was buying tuna fish and a potted plant. he had a certain soil type in his cart. i didn’t recognize him at first, mostly because i’d blocked his face from my memory, and his hair had grown out. he was hiding beneath his hoodie, too.

are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

“that soils gonna kill that plant.”

i peered over at the stranger’s cart, my own basket swinging from my arm.

“oh!” he looked up from the cereal box in his hands, surprised by my voice.

his brows furrowed, friendly smile faltering slightly. “oh. uh…” he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

i chuckled shortly, “sorry to startle you? i just…don’t want to watch this poor guy be carted off to his death.”

theo looked at the plant as i pointed to it. he set the cereal down in his car, shook his head once, and met my eyes again, “oh. that’s okay. um…would you mind telling me what soil i need?”

“yeah, of course. cmon.”

i marched us off to the plant aisle. as we walked across the entire supermarket, i told him all about my plant collection at home. i shared personal details of my life, remarked as he brought up his own stories.

then, i found the small bag easily, and dumped it into his cart, shoveling the other one back onto the shelf.

he thanked me with this sweet grin. “wow, uh, thank you, so much. any other tips?”

his smile twisted into a smirk, something friendly, nothing too extreme. but, it’s what clicked my memories together. i recognized him then.

i frowned and took a slow step back, “um. sorry…”

i quickly turned on my heel and raced away from the aisle. theo was hot on my heels. he chased me with his cart, stumbling over apologies that i was sure didn’t mean anything. “wait- no! y/n! i’m sorry! please! please let me-! i’m so sorry!”

i tried to pull my phone from my pocket to call scott, but it clattered to the floor. i skidded to a stop, dropping to my knees to grab it. the basket in my arm tipped and everything sprawled across the floor.

i reached for my phone and cursed at the mess. his hand came down over mine. he shot his grip back, apologizing. “i didn’t mea-“

“leave me alone.”

i don’t know how he convinced me to go to dinner with him.

remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches in the hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did, too. but, when the sun came up i was looking at you.

“i think we should talk.”

i glanced over at lydia, thumbs pressing into my thighs anxiously. i sucked in a breath, cold air drowning in my lungs. the wipers rubbed over the window wildly, rain pouring down outside. the radio played softly.

i watched a raindrop race down the window, then glanced over at lydia. “about what?”

she met my eye for a second. she looked like she knew something i didn’t want her to. i gulped.

“you know i…” she trailed off. she licked her teeth in an attempt to find her words, carefully. “i can see things, y/n.”

i sucked in another breath. i couldn’t get enough. i should’ve known this would happen. lydia didn’t just get premonitions of death. if she was connected to somebody enough, like me, she could see flashes of secrets.

“yeah…” i whispered.

“i don’t…” lydia struggled to speak, “i don’t know what to say, necessarily. i only know bits and pieces. like…christmas. he- he wanted to hurt you. but, then- at the grocery store. he was gonna bake you a cake. wha- please tell me what happened, y/n.”

i explained the situation with a shaky voice, fingers rubbing one another in a ruminating anxiety. lydia just listened intently. i was worried she was going to turn the car around, drive us back home to tell scott. i’d get holed up in my room while the pack went on a man and wolf hunt.

but, when i was finished, lydia just stared off at the road.

“well?” i pressed.

she glanced at me, again, “wow. i don’t…i don’t know what to say. i just…i’ve loved some bad people, y/n. one of them- died. the other moved to london, but…but they did change. i changed them, i’d like to think. they became good people. but, i think that’s because they were good people, in their core. they were just scared…i know you probably know theo better than i do, but…i don’t know. he killed his sister. if he were a real wolf, his eyes would be blue, y/n. he came to this town to kill your brother. to take our pack. and he nearly killed you. so many of our classmates’ lives ended because of theo. i just- he’s…”

as she spoke, images flashed through my mind.

two months ago, theo and i had drove three hours outside of town to go to the movie theater. as we walked inside, we saw a little girl sitting upon the curb. she was leaned over, sobbing into her hands. i didn’t know what to do. i was never really good with kids.

theo dropped my hand, ignoring the end of our conversation. he marched over to her, squatted down to speak to her. i couldn’t quite hear what he said, but she looked up at him with these huge, sad eyes. tears stained her face.

theo stood. he offered her his hand. she took it gladly.

he talked to her, quietly, as they walked inside. i followed closely. we stood with the movie theater attendants while they found the girl’s mom.

later, theo showed me a photo of his sister that he kept tucked within a book in his bedroom. it was the only thing he had left of her. that, and the awful memory of what he’d done to her.

she looked to be the age of that little girl, the one who squeezed theo like an old friend before running off to her mommy. she kissed his cheek. she thanked him.

“every night, i have nightmares about…”

i remember holding him through these terrifying dreams…

“about what i did to her. i regret it- i regret it, y/n. if i could give my life to get her back i- i would do it in a heartbeat. i…i’m so sorry of who i am. of where i’ve been and what i’ve done. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. i wish..i wish we could start over. i wish i could meet you in another lifetime, one where none of this ever happened.”

i held his face in my hands, gently, “theo…it’s okay. we all…we’ve all done things that we wish we could take back. we can only deal with the consequences, and make the best of it. i love you- i love you so much. i forgive you.”

remember when we couldn’t take the heat? i walked out. i said, ‘i’m setting you free.’ but the monsters turned out to be just trees. when the sun came up- you were looking at me.

“theo is…”

lydia didn’t quite finish her sentence, but my i did with my own sad realizations. “scared. he’s scared. he’s…he’s been fighting his whole life. he was just a…just a boy when the dread doctors found him. they manipulated him and- and, god. i-i was helping him and then…god, i’m so mean. i let your guys’ threats against theo ruin my own beliefs. and i let it ruin us…lydia- i-“

“i’m sorry,” she said. it was sincere. “i didn’t…i didn’t know. i’m so sorry, y/n. don’t blame yourself for how it ended. you…you had every right to say what you did. it was his choice as to how he reacted to it. and he pushed you away.“

“but, but- i could have stayed. i could have helped him. we could have worked it out- i need to go see him. lydia, please- take me home-“

lydia screamed.

my eardrums burst.

blood dripped down my jaw, staining the collar of my jean jacket. the tired squealed against the slick pavement. the car went over the side of the road, flying through an empty field, and crashing down on it’s head. broken glass scraped across my face. the seatbelt nearly choked me as our bodies twisted upside down with the car.

i was awake for a mere moments after the car stilled. the radio continued to play soft, haunting melodies. the rain pattered, splashing my face.

the only thing i could picture was theo’s face.

it was almost as if he was right there before me.

when i woke, i was in a hospital bed. i couldn’t quite open my eyes. my head was pounding and the florescent lighting stung my vision. the cuts in my skin thumped with my heartbeat. the iv in my arm felt thick, heavy, cold fluids running in my veins.

above the annoying beeping of the machines attached to my body were two voices. angry voices. arguing voices.

theo and scott.

“no, i don’t think you understand, theo! get out! i don’t want you anywhere near my sister! you- i don’t trust you! this probably happened because of you!”

my eyes shot open.

theo stepped back as scott yelled in his face. his tone was more calm than my brother’s, hands raised defensively, yet in a surrendering offer with his palms facing the ceiling. “scott, please, just-“

“no! get out! leave! before i make you!” scott’s hands were shaking with anger. he seethed, chest rising up and down wildly.

i tried to move, but my body paralyzed. words wouldn’t come, either, because a breathing mask was over my mouth.

“scott-!” theo tried, once more.

scott growled, eyes turning red, ears pointing up towards the moon in the window. he was completely transformed. i knew how dangerous that was. i knew how angry he was.

my eyes shot towards the doorway as mom quickly entered. she stopped before scott, placing her hands on his shoulders gently, “scott…honey, cmon, you’ve gotta breathe, okay? i’ve got a hospital full of patients and the last thing i need is to have the night janitor clean up after two werewolves.”

“then tell him to leave!” scott pointed a claw at theo.

mom looked towards the boy, brows furrowing in anger. she composed herself better. “theo…” mom spoke warily, “you need to leave. now.”

“no, you don’t understand! i didn’t do this! i-i brought her here! if i wanted to kill her, why would i bring her here!”

“to save your ass!” scott roared.

i examined theo’s face as it tilted towards the light. tears shone on his cheeks. mom pushed scott back an inch, “no, scott! hey, honey, cmon! he’s- he’s telling the truth. he brought her here- he didn’t try to kill her, scott!”

“then what did?”

“a deer,” mom spoke blankly. she pursed her lips. the confession was awkward, humanized compared to what we were all used to.

scott straightened his posture, transforming back into a human. his breathing evened out. “oh. i’m….”

theo sighed, ran a hand over his face. “look…i know you hate me. and you have every right to. but…i just…i’m not leaving. i’m staying.”

he took a step towards my bed. scott moved in front of him, blocking me. “stay away from her.”

“scott,” mom examined theo’s face as he met my eyes. he breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed my hand.

theo dropped to the chair beside my bed, clutching my fingers in his. he pressed his forehead to my touch, mumbling gratitude beneath his breath.

“i thought i lost you,” theo whispered.

mom and scott watched. mom crossed her arms over her chest, a wondrously pleased expression in her eyes. she glanced at scott. he gasped at our interaction.

i blinked away a tear. theo kissed the back of my hand. “i really thought i lost you. god- i’m…i’m never letting you leave me again. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for scaring you. i promise, i promise it’ll never happen again. i’m never gonna let go of you, i’m never gonna push you away again, okay? i love you.”

i nodded gently, unable to do much else. my fingers wriggled in his hands. he squeezed mine.

scott stepped forward, “theo…”

theo met scott’s eyes. he huffed, “please. please just five minutes. i’ll leave if you want me to, but…please, scott just give me five minutes, okay? you can chase me out of beacon hills, to the ends of the earth, but please let me have five minutes with my girl.”

scott went to say something else, but mom grabbed his bicep. “five minutes.”

she began leading then to the hall, scott following begrudgingly. she looked over her shoulder to tell theo, “five minutes and then we have a lot to talk about, okay? starting with you’re gonna start going to therapy and i have a 24 pack of condoms in my office.”

my face turned beat red.

theo laughed, a relieved, gentle sound i had missed for far too long. he met my eyes again.

“i love you.”

you were looking at me. i remember. are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

POV: Dating Theo Raeken...

I love this man so freaking much

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

theo raeken x reader with squirting 🫣🫣

☾ Theo raeken x afab!reader

smut warnings: p in v, afab!reader squirts, oral & fingering (afab!reader receiving), handjob, dom!Theo + sub!afab!reader (+ slight dom!afab!reader), begging.

word count: 1.5k

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Theo wants your attention. He's staying at your house for the night, but you're currently on the phone with Lydia for whatever reason Theo doesn't care about. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and starts kissing your neck. Tapping on his arm lightly, you push him away, but he doesn't stop. He needs you now.  

You tap his arm again, trying to shuffle out of his grip as Lydia continues talking.

"Right, yeah, I know," you reply to her, glancing at Theo from over your shoulder. Theo chuckles softly, amused by your struggles. He places both hands on yours and gently moves them away from where they are hitting him. 

"Relax, babe," he whispers in your other ear before continuing to passionately mark up your neck. His fingers trail along your arms, sending electric shocks down to your core.

"Hey, Lydia? I gotta go, but we can talk later if you want?" you manage to croak out between gasps for air. Lydia had no problem getting off the phone, for she had things to attend to herself.

"God, you're so annoying," you sigh, rolling your head back against Theo's shoulder. 

Theo snickers playfully, "Well, someone has to keep things interesting around here." He sucks on your neck, leaving another little hickey just below the one he just made. His hand moves downwards, grabbing hold of your ass cheek through your shorts and giving it a firm squeeze. 

"Besides, I think we need some alone time anyway." With that said, he pulls you closer against him, his crotch pressing hard against yours, clearly indicating his intentions. He was indeed correct — the last time you did this was probably a good week and a half ago. You manage to get out of his strong hold, taking his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You're both lucky that your roommate is working, so privacy didn't really matter anyway.

"I thought a bed would be more comfortable than the kitchen counter," you chuckle teasingly, gently pushing him down on your bed after knocking the door closed with your foot.

Theo grins,"Oh really?" he asks, reaching down and starts undoing his pants, revealing his hardened member straining against his boxers. You nod and bite your lip in response.  

"Then come here and help me out of these," he demands, tugging at your shirt impatiently.

"Ah no, not after that little stunt you just pulled," you giggle teasingly, straddling his hips. You lean down, pressing kisses all over his neck while your hand travels from his chest to his cock. Your fingers lightly trace up and down the prominent vein of his length, your lips working at marking his neck in red and purple bruises. 

Theo growls lowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you continue to tease him. "You know you love it," he pants out between kisses. His own tongue darts out to trace along your collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva wherever it goes.

"Please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse with desire. You wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly pumping your hand up and down teasingly. You know that's not what he meant, but you don't care. 

Theo groans loudly, his hips bucking upwards into your touch. "That's it, tease me," he groans again, arching his back in pleasure. As you continued to tease him, his hands reaches down and grabs ahold of your ass cheeks, holding you down tightly against his thighs. With each pump of your hand, his cock throbbed harder against your fingers, dripping with pre-cum. 

You swirl your index finger around his tip, collecting some of the precum on the tips of your fingers. "I'm not gonna play nice," you giggle, your tone as bratty as you can possibly make it. 

Theo bites his lower lip, clearly trying to control himself. "Oh really?" he asks, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Then prove it," he challenges back, nibbling on your neck again.

"You asked for it," you purr quietly, starting to pump your hand hard and fast, up and down his cock for a for moments. You take your hand off without warning, testing for any reaction. 

Theo's hips jerk upwards involuntarily, his cock throbbing harder against your hand. "Fuck," he curses out loud, unable to contain himself any longer. Grabbing hold of your wrists forcefully, he pulls you closer until his lips crash against yours in a heated kiss, taking control of the situation once more.

His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every crevice and corner, while his hands took advantage of your exposed waistline, undoing your shorts and panties together in one swift motion. He groans into the kiss as his free hand cupped your ass cheek again, squeezing it firmly before moving lower, teasingly caressing your tight entrance. You grind your wet folds against his hand, sighing into his mouth in pleasure. You let your hand toy with him again, holding his cock from the base, but not daring to move it yet.

Theo moans into your mouth, his fingers finding their way inside you slowly at first, working circles around your sensitive spot. As he felt how wet and ready you were for him, he increases the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you forcefully.

"That's it, baby," he pants between kisses. "Tell me you need this."

"Theo," you whimper, giving in and dropping your almost-pathetic attempt at being dominant. Theo only smirks in response, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the loss of contact, but he's quick to have you on your back, legs over his shoulders as he shuffles down the bed. His pretty brown hair tickles the inside of your thighs, which only makes you whine more.

Your hands instantly find solace in his hair the second his tongue swipes up your wet folds. Theo chuckles, enjoying the sound of your neediness. 

"There we go," he purrs, positioning himself between your spread legs. With a playful grin, he lowers his head and buries his face into your pussy, suckling greedily at your clitoris while his hand reaches down to stroke your entrance.

His tongue continues to tease your sensitive flesh, tracing slow circles around your opening before finally pushing inside you inch by agonisingly slow inch. Meanwhile, his fingers rubs against your g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Theo," you gasp for air, hips writhing against his mouth as your fingers tugs lightly at his hair. "oh god," your eyes roll when his tongue switches between flicking and sucking your clit. 

Theo moans around your sensitive bud, his tongue circling and flicking it in rapid succession. His hand continued to work you relentlessly, thrusting two fingers deeper into your tight hole while massaging your g-spot skilfully.

"Tell me how much you want this cock inside of you," he demands between suckles. "Admit that you need my big cock filling every inch of your wet, hot pussy."

"Theo," you whimper, gasping for air as your hips grind against his mouth again. "Please, you need you so bad," your voice whining in desperation. Satisfied enough with your answer, Theo sits back on his knees and roughly turns you over so you're lying on your stomach. He picks your hips up, grabbing a pillow to shove under you for what you thought was more support.

Or so you thought. Theo's cock slowly enters into your tight pussy, stretching you so well. You whine, fingers clasping in the sheets beside you. He finally moves his hips, making your body rock against the pillow.

Theo groans, his hips moving in sync with yours, gradually increasing the pace. Each thrust brought another moan of pleasure from your lips as he claims you completely.

"That's it, baby," he pants, slapping your ass lightly.

"Oh my god," you whine, your eyes rolling in the utmost pleasure. Your breathing turns into quick, high-pitched pants with each thrust of his hips, the pillow below rocking nicely against your clit.

Theo increases the speed of his thrusts, pounding into you relentlessly. "Tell me how good it feels," he demands between heavy breaths.

"You're so tight and wet, you can't handle this," he moans, reaching down to massage your clit again as he continues to drive himself deeper inside you. His free hand grabs hold of your hair tightly, pulling your head backward so that your eyes locked in a passionate gaze with his.

"So...good.. oh my god," you manage to whimper and pant out. your body trembles in his hold, thighs shaking against the pillow as you suddenly cum. the sweet release hit harder than it ever has before — your mind so hazy, you couldn't even comprehend what's happening. The pillow between your thighs felt wet as Theo pulls out. Your body's limp against the mattress, lungs tight from barely breathing.

Though, you manage to hear Theo laughing with such smugness. "you just squirted," he says amusedly.

"Huh?" you pant, turning your head so your cheek rests against the sheets.

Theo chuckles, still panting heavily himself. "Yeah, baby," he said proudly.

"You're such a little squirter." he teases, reaching over to grab a fresh towel from your nightstand. He carefully wipes up the mess they had both made on your stomach and thighs.

"You did so well for me," he praises, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your sweaty body. "Now, let's clean up properly." With that said, he helps you sit upright and guides you to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature for them both.

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 012

with. stiles stilinski and theo raeken

includes. consensual voyeurism, fem!reader, voyeur!theo, dom!stiles, sub!theo, switch!reader, classic theo and stiles bickering

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There’s a shuffle from the corner. It’s brief at first, just the sound of denim against the fabric of a chair. But then it multiples, repeating itself once, twice, and then on the third Stiles huffs. 

He lifts his head, lips glistening even before he licks them. His absence makes you feel cold at your center, the breeze from the vent above gusting down to your bare core. You shut your legs, a whine strangled in your throat as you roll your head to look at your guest. 

Theo stares at you and Stiles with a pointed gaze, forcibly hardened with a pronounced jaw to accompany it. He’s attempting to look upset, maybe even a little intimidating, but the tent in his jeans gives him away. 

“Will you stop moving? It’s distracting.” Stiles speaks to Theo (his self proclaimed nemesis) with the same tone of disgust as he usually does. And in response, Theo rolls his eyes, like he usually does. 

You can’t help but smile, finding it slightly amusing that the two still dislike each other even when they have a mutually shared interest bare in front of them. 

Theo adjusts his position again, and you quickly realize that he’s attempting to not adjust his cock instead. His hands flex at the armrests of the small chair, nails digging into them, and you have a feeling that if he attempts to resist any longer his claws will come out. 

“You try sitting still like this.” Theo’s remark is grumbled and spoken through gritted teeth. 

Stiles hums, the sound already condescending enough, and you can tell his remark is about to be snarky with the way his head tilts. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t have to, do I?” 

As cute and amusing their squabbling is, you don’t have much patience for it. Stiles is quickly made aware of this when you sit up enough to thread your hand through his dark locks, and tug him towards your core. 

He’s quick to deliver an apology in the form of giving you what you want. 

With Stiles back between your legs, you’re left to writhe around in pleasure. Back arching, lips parted, hips grinding into his mouth. Your eyelids flutter shut, just before you remember the additional set of eyes on you. 

Your head turns to the side, cheek pressed into the soft sheets of your bed, and you send Theo a small smile. To you, it feels innocent, a simple acknowledgment of his existence. 

To him, it’s sinful. Your hair tousled, eyes low, lips bitten and slick and enticing. Your smile, in his eyes, has a teasing intention beneath your innocence, a slight element of goading while you attempt to remain sweet. 

From anyone else, he would’ve hated it. He would’ve lashed out and slit their throat. 

From you, he has to force a moan down.

His eyes widen, he licks his lips, and despite his efforts to remain discreet, you’ve caught on. 

He needs to be acknowledged, and you can do that. 

“Do you—“ It takes you a second, a moan breaking up your sentence and causing you to restart. “Do you think I look pretty like this?” 

You feel Stiles’ eyes on you just after you feel his hum against you. The vibration makes you gasp, the sound small and cute when it’s added with the jerk of your hips. You glance at him, attempting to communicate that you’re not talking to your boyfriend, and you’re instead talking to your guest, with just a look. 

He understands, squinting his eyes once in reply. 

Theo is quick to nod. He’s eager with it, enthused, even. 

“Yes.” 

You smile at him once more, the gesture growing in size whenever you feel Stiles do the same around you. 

One of Stiles’ fingers circles your entrance, teasing, and he slowly breaches the initial tightened ring just as you speak to Theo once more. 

“Can I tell you something?” 

Stiles’ digit is at the hilt now, and he pumps only twice before he starts to add another. Your hiss in discomfort delays your addition to your previous question, which has been promoted by Theo’s nod. 

“I’ve always had a thing for you.” 

Theo’s chest rises as if he’s shocked at your admission, and you assume he is. The faithful lover of the person he butts heads with the most, willingly admitting to having a ‘thing’ for him, all while being pleasured by their boyfriend. 

It’s a situation that’s dizzying, a little disorienting, and you consider that Theo feels the same when he dumbly blinks at you. 

“You did?” 

“I do.” 

Stiles’ twists his fingers in a particularly brutal way, clearly intended to pull a reaction from you. He does, a startled gasp from your lips, your face contorted in a display of painful pleasure. 

You recover as quickly as you can, attempting to ignore Stiles’ jealousy as you continue to focus on Theo. 

Theo’s eyes flutter shut and his hips buck up pathetically. You coo, scratching your nails at Stiles’ scalp while you dig the heels of your feet into his bare back, eyes still on Theo all the while. 

You’re urging him closer without forcing him to do so, giving him the option to pull back if needed. It seems he doesn’t need to as he instead forces himself further into you. 

Theo’s eyes open at your almost patronizing sound, a beautiful mix of colors staring at you with a plea in them. 

You pout sympathetically, lips parting as you decide to give him permission to do what he so desperately wants. 

“Will you touch yourself for me, Theo?” 

[crazyk-imagine]

Breakfast and Shocking News

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Pack member!reader

Characters: Theo Raeken, Pack member!reader, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate (Hale), Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Peter Hale

Warnings: Fluff, post show, Theo is probably ooc, cute pack moment, Isaac should have been in season 6a/b and the movie so I brought him back, I got lost in tw fanfic tiktoks and now I'm back on tw

Word Count: 918

Is this the start of a series like my gym one for Triple Frontier? Maybe, we'll see.

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You make another bowl of pancake batter, making sure to make more than you did last time. God, that was a mess.

You had to calm down three of them and Stiles should know better than to throw a fit in front of everyone. He's older than them for god's sake.

You shake your head and scoop more batter into the second pan you have going.

Footsteps entering the kitchen alarm you but enough to make you worry.

"Hey," he pecks your cheek.

"Someone else could be up, you know."

"I already checked." He taps his ears.

"Really?" You stare the chimera with a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, really," he says sarcastically, smirking at you afterwards.

"You're not cute."

"Oh, I think you're wrong. I'm," he wraps his arms around your waist. "Adorable and as your adorable boyfriend, it's my duty to tell you that," he pecks your neck, the spot underneath your ear. "Your pancakes are close to burning."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, crap." You remove yourself from his grasp and remove the pancakes from the pans. "Go sit down. You can get started on breakfast before everyone else wakes up."

"As long as you eat with me." He turns off the stove, pulling you with him.

"But I-"

He sits down, pulling you down beside him. He prepares your plate before making his own. "Eat." His free arm wraps around your back, his hand landing on your hip, keeping you close.

"Sometimes I wonder how you were ever a bad guy," you comment, cutting up your pancake.

"Stiles says the same thing but more sarcastically."

"It'd be alarming if he didn't use sarcasm." You look for your glass and realize you didn't get something to drink for either of you. "Do you want milk or juice?" You look in the fridge.

"I'm not Liam."

You purse your lips. "Just because he's younger and doesn't like coffee, doesn't make him a child."

He gives you a look.

"Don't be mean. He's a nice guy."

You reach for a mug in the cabinet.

"He has a crush on you."

"He does not."

"He follows you around like a puppy."

"He says I'm like an older sister to him."

"So, he doesn't get his ass kicked."

"You got punched by him at least three times."

Theo scoffs. "Did he tell you that?"

"Everyone has."

He shakes his head, stabbing his fork into his food. "I let him."

"Sure, you did." You place the mugs beside the plates and sit back down. "I'd still call you to kick somebody's ass for me," you tell him, wanting him to feel better.

"Yeah?"

You nod, "of course I would. Also, not to mention how hot you look when you shifted."

"You think I'm hot?" He turns to you.

You pause in your bite, slowly swallowing. "No?"

"You do. You think I'm hot."

You scoff, pushing him away. "I didn't say that."

"You said I'm hot," he repeats to tease you.

"No," you whine when he leans in.

"What did I just walk into?"

You both freeze, slowly turning to face the human of the pack. "Hey, Stiles."

"Don't "hey Stiles" me." He points between the two of you. "What's a- what's going on here?"

"We're having breakfast."

"You're looking a little close for people having breakfast."

"What's it to you?" Asks Theo.

"Something you want to tell your friendly neighborhood FBI Agent?"

You two glance at one another and shrug. "No."

He nods and ventures over to the coffee maker. "I don't buy it."

Some of the other pack members wander into the kitchen.

"Did Stiles find out?"

"Little bit," you tell her, pinching your fingers together, leaving a bit of space between your thumb and index finger.

"I don't get it."

"He's about to figure it out," Liam tells the were-coyote.

"Oh."

"Wait- you guys know they're dating?!" Stiles screeches.

"Uh," Malia, Liam, and Brett make the same noise.

"No?" Scott chimes in.

"Oh, please. It was painfully obvious from the start."

"How did you get in?" The true alpha asks Peter.

"When I got here," Derek adds.

"When did you get in?" Stiles asks.

"A few minutes ago."

"Is everyone here?" Malia asks.

"Now, we are," Lydia interrupts.

"Great. How many of you knew these two were dating?"

Everyone raises their hands, except for Liam.

"Okay, I'm not the only one."

"I was the one who got them together."

"Oh, great so everyone knew before me."

"Guess so," you shrug.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"We knew you'd judge."

He scoffs, "I wouldn’t-"

"I asked you a hypothetical question and asked how you would feel if I was dating someone from the pack."

"Uh huh... and?"

"You said rip the band aid off and I said Theo. You told me to put the band aid back on and pretended I didn’t say anything after that."

"And your point is?"

"You didn’t want to accept it therefore I didn't actually tell you."

"I can- I can accept it."

"You can't," Isaac pats his shoulder before pushing him out of the way.

"When did you get into town?"

"This morning."

"Hence the big batch for breakfast," you answer.

"You knew he was coming?"

"Of course, I did. I picked him up."

"I did," Theo corrects you.

"It was a team effort, sweetheart." You pat his knee.

"Ew. Please, I'm trying to enjoy my coffee."

"Like you need something else to get you all jittery," you tell the human.

He sarcastically laughs in return.

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[n3x0tic]

Imagine: You ask them if they want to have sex with you.

Teen wolf edition

Stiles got distracted by the sudden question that took him by surprise, he tripped and fell, making a mess in his room. Then he looks at you and notice you’re being serious. "Like, right now?’" You nodded and he stood up quickly. "Uh, yeah!" Then in a hurried attempt to get naked he tangled himself under his shirt.

Derek smiled and said "You should’ve asked sooner…" before picking you up, then throwing you down in his bed and removed his clothes in a slow sexy manner to get you aroused.

Liam was taken a back when you made your question, and more when you emphasized the action, sounding more like an order and less of a question. "Y/n, we’re in school." He looked around nervous, "I don’t care, I want it now." The fact that you we’re coming off to him as very dominant was a mayor turn on, and without hesitation, he entered a classroom locked it while you threw all the stuff on top of a desk where he placed your lower half to grope you as he fiercely kissed you.

Scott laughed a little shyly "Very funny, Y/n." after he saw that you weren’t laughing and was looking at him stern look he realized you weren’t kidding, making him shut his mouth, then grabbed you and took you to his house on his bike in a hurried way.

Theo glanced at you with a sly grin "Cant say i didn’t see this coming, but I wanted to ask you the same thing.” let’s just say that you guys had wild sex in his truck after that.

Isaac got startled and he them blushed. "What?" He then put on a straight face as if the question didn’t faced him at all. "Oh, it was nothing…" You giggled im a mischievous way as you walked, leading him to your room while taking piece after piece of your clothing. He stood up, feeling giddy and tripping at first. "W-Wait up. Y/n, wait up!" He removed his clothing quickly and closed your door and locked you both in it.

‘I’ll be damned.’ Peter laughed victoriously as every part of him was making him head towards you "We’ll? What are we waiting for?" Both of your hurriedly becoming undone of your clothes, completely forgetting that you we’re in Derek’s loft, a frequently visited place.

Jordan scolded you for making that question out of the blue under working hours ""Are you crazy? We’re im the middle of work." He whispered, "That doesn’t answer my question, Parrish." He sighed and after your shift ended he took you on a quick date and slept at his place.

Ethan felt amazed that he can still win over people easily but politely declined. "You know I have a boyfriend, Y/n" and why a sly smile you told him "He can come, too. Jackson is pretty hot…" Ethan hummed, meditating the offer, and called Jackson.

Chris felt like he his the jackpot with this, but tried to hide it as much as he could. "It was getting hot down here, anyways." He took your hand with grin and guided you to his bedroom.

[capnsoyboy]

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[graceloveswolves]

Sharing a Bed For The First Time

Derek :

He would be a gentleman, letting you choose which side of the bed you want. Ask you if you’re too cold or warm, and grabbing an extra blanket for you. He would let you make the first move as to cuddling. If you didn’t make any moves he would subtly throw an arm over you not making any sort of eye contact. But have a sense of satisfaction when you accept his gesture. Too scared to move for the rest of the night when he sees you sleeping.

Stiles :

He would totally over prepare everything, spend at least an hour putting together a flat screen TV and preparing a dozen different snacks in case you didn’t like some. Spraying a random good smelling spray over his bed for the heck of it. Once you guys were actually laying down be prepared for him flailing around in 50 different positions until he eventually gives up and falls asleep. Totally brags to Scott the next day.

Scott:

Would have snuck you in/invite you if his mom took a night shift at the hospital. He would be so sweet, always making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. Probably order some food and eat it in bed. Would be down for any cuddle position even if his arm falls asleep. He would let you fall asleep first so he could watch how peaceful and beautiful you were while sleeping.

Isaac:

He would undoubtedly be awkward, yet very flirty. Totally take his shirt off and offer it to you. It would be the one of the only times he doesn’t mind not having space. He would use the time between you to have genuine conversations and enjoy the intimate feeling, since it was rare for him to be able to be himself and have someone want to be around him. He would already be planning the next sleepover in his head while you guys fall asleep.

Liam:

Beforehand, he would second guess everything. Wash his sheets and have everything cleaned up and perfect. Make sure he had plenty of pillows and things to keep you guys busy. And would probably have a panic attack over the phone with Mason on what else he should do. He’d spend 30 mins in the shower and make sure he looked good and smelled good too. Once you were actually there he’d calm down a lot and just laugh awkwardly every time his phone chimed, undoubtedly Mason blowing up his phone with questions. He would teach you some of his favorite video games if he thought that you’d be interested. But once you guys were in bed he’d be such a teddy bear and not keep his limbs to himself.

Brett:

He would just have to point out your racing heart and nervousness, just to mess with you even more. Smug asshole lmao. No but he’d be really sweet and let you find your comfort zone on your own. He would try and tease you, using his wolf senses to see how to really mess with you and get your heart racing. So you would either have to build a pillow wall against this giant wolf or get ready to fight back with his playfulness. Probably end up being a long night.

Jordan:

He would make it 100% platonic and not try anything. However, would find a way to make it happen again, and again, and again. Offering you rides, dinner, really a sweet guy. He’d give you your bed space and offer you water or snacks on your nightstand. Let you pick what you want to watch on TV. Much laughter and grinning when you put on a cop series/criminal series and hear him swap war stories and similar situations.

Theo:

*gif* so cocky and smug. Low key trying to get in your pants the entire time. Very charming and polite though. Would literally stare at you like prey. After he gets control of himself he would start to be more genuine and relaxed. Most likely just stare at you the entire night while you slept, too scared to go to sleep and wake up with you gone.

Aiden:

Aiden is more light hearted and joking about it. He creates a comforting aura and environment. Jokes about him actually being Ethan. He would one by one take his clothes off and throw it at you, while smiling and just soaking up your shyness. Offers to go sneak out and do something at like 3am.

[way-2-bored]

Theo: HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!

Y/N: (red, coughing and low-key looking like shit) Getting choked has become a regular thing

Theo: (getting more and more pissed)

Y/N: Plus you've got small hands

Theo: I CAN'T TAKE THIS BULLSHIT ANYMORE!

Y/N: Look buddy you choked me

[in-act-ive]

Theo Raeken x GN/NB!human!reader

Request : nope

Type : headcanon

A / N : Theo Raeken x a reader who is OBSESSED with his werecreature-ness because i have so many cute ideas

When Theo and you started dating he didn't tell you

He didn't want to hurt you

When you found out through your own terms he was scared you'd leave him for a human who wouldn't hurt you

You let him know you loved him for him and nothing coulf change that

" Not even the fact im a murderer? " " Nope. "

The first time he shows you his cool glowing eyes you're sitting on his lap

You cup his face with your hands and look at them

Taking in every detail you can

He esplains what the different colors mean and you wrote it down

You have a dedicated notebook to all of the werewolf stuff

When he tells you about how he got his powers you immediately feel bad and promise to protect him

He knows its more of him protecting you

The first time you see his fangs you immediately force his mouth open so you can look at them and draw them

The moment he tastes the medal taste of blood he realizes you've cut yourself on his teeth but you don't seem to worried by it at all

He maks sure to bandage your hands and he scolds you not to do it again

The first time you see his claws you are immediately in love with how pretty they are

You've probably painted them once or twice and he finds it hilarious

The first time Theo accidentally hurts you he feels so horrible but you're too focused on making sure what he did wont turn you

He reassures you that he's not an alpha do he can't turn you

Theo knows you want to stay human so he keeps you safe from danger to ensure nobody has to bite you to save your life

He doesn't want another Liam incident...

When he finds you in pain he immediately takes your pain even when you protest

He loves you too much to see you in pain

He tries to keep you shielded form all the mythical stuff but fails

You always manage to snake your way into places you shouldn't be in

Theo finally lets you talk to Deaton and you become the packs babysitter

You mainly make sure nobody's biting random kids and that they're taking care of themselves

It makes you be involved in everything but Theo knows it makes you happy using your skills and your special notebook to help others

Derek practically drags you into his pack against Theo's will

You end up happy and you stay human

Theo knows your safer with Derek than you would be with Scott and he appreciates it

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

[voidpetrova]

bear the scars — theo raeken x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, sex, body worship, scarring — smut

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synopsis: years after you turning into a werewolf, your waist has been tainted with the scar that reminds you that everything has been taken away from you. unfortunately, it never healed the way it should've, leaving an ugly reminder for you, but a beautiful one for others

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“what are you looking at?” your blood ran cold as you pulled your shirt down in front of the mirror, hands shaking as you heard his voice. your hands traced the material of your silky turtleneck, hands wiping down your jeans. “knocking is common courtesy, y'know?” you retorted, watching his reflection in the mirror. he smiled at yoy.

theo leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “i didn't mean to startle you,” he said, his voice softer now, realizing the effect his unannounced presence had on you.

you turned away, your gaze dropping to the floor as you tried to hide the scar that marred your waist. it was a constant reminder of the night you were turned into a werewolf, a part of your past you wished you could forget. it was a physical way of reminding you that the best years of your life were going to waste. a reminder that you would never be the same again. but the jagged lines and rough texture were impossible to ignore.

his footsteps echoed in the small bathroom as he approached you, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “you don't have to hide anything from me, you know,” he said softly, his voice carrying a reassuring warmth.

your heart pounded in your chest as his thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle and tender. “i know you're trying to keep something from me,” he continued, his eyes searching yours. “and i just want you to know that whatever it is, you can trust me.”

your defenses began to crumble under his sincere gaze. you had kept the scar hidden ever since it came to be, afraid of what he might think, afraid he would find you repulsive. but the vulnerability in his eyes made it difficult to maintain the facade.

“i dont't know where to begin,” you began, your voice catching in your throat. you took a deep breath, your fingers trembling as you slowly lifted your shirt, revealing the scar that marred your otherwise smooth skin. you watched as theo's eyes traced the contours of the scar, his expression unchanged.

he took a step closer, his fingers gently ghosting over the scar's surface. “you know,” he started, his voice calm and steady, “this scar doesn't define you. It's a part of your journey, a reminder of how strong you are. it's so beautiful, (y/n).”

tears welled up in your eyes, surprised by his reaction. you had braced yourself for disgust or pity, but theo was offering neither. instead, he was embracing every part of you, scars and all.

“you're beautiful, with or without it,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “and I'm here to remind you of that whenever you forget.”

his words were like a balm to your wounded soul, soothing the insecurities that had plagued you for so long. as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could learn to see the beauty in your scars too.

your eyes locked in an intimate gaze, a tension building between you that was palpable. the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. theo's fingers gently cradled your face, his touch both tender and possessive as he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours.

his lips brushed against yours in a slow, tantalizing tease, his movements deliberate as he savored the anticipation. the air between you crackled with electricity, the heat of the moment swirling around them like a whirlwind.

unable to resist any longer, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips pressing fervently against his. the kiss ignited like a spark, turning into a blazing inferno of desire and need. his lips were firm yet tender, molding against yours as if they were made to fit perfectly together.

theo's arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, fingertips brushing against your scar. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you granted it willingly, your mouths melding in a passionate dance. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of warmth and longing that sent shivers down your spine.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you leaned into the kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotions into the connection. his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that matched your own.

theo's lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, placing a trail of heated kisses along the way. his breath was hot against your skin, sending waves of sensation through you. as he reached your neck, he nipped at the sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

desire pulsed through your veins, your heart racing in sync with the rhythm of the kiss. it was a feverish exchange of passion, a symphony of touch and taste that left you breathless and craving more. every brush of his lips against yours felt like a promise, an affirmation of the intense connection between you.

time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded into insignificance. the only reality that mattered was the sensation of theo's lips on yours, his touch setting your skin ablaze. in that heated moment, any insecurities or doubts melted away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

as the kiss finally broke, both of you were left panting, your foreheads pressed together as you caught your breath. the intensity of the moment hung in the air, a lingering reminder of the fiery passion that had ignited between you.

theo's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of raw desire and genuine affection swirling within them. “you're breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with sincerity.

your heated breaths mingled as the intensity of the moment hung in the air, an unspoken agreement passing between you. without breaking eye contact, theo's hands slid down your sides, fingers tracing the contours of your body with a fervent hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

his touch ignited a fire within you, a need that pulsed through your veins and consumed your thoughts. as his hands reached the small of your back, he pulled you impossibly closer, erasing any space that remained between your bodies. the heat emanating from his skin seared against yours, igniting a sensation that bordered on overwhelming.

your fingers found their way to the hem of his shirt, a silent invitation for him to shed the barrier that separated you. with a lingering glance, theo complied, discarding the fabric with a fluid grace that only added to the allure of the moment. the raw desire in his eyes intensified, a hunger that mirrored your own.

his lips found yours again, this time with an even greater urgency. the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange, tongues entwining in a dance of longing and need. your hands roamed his bare back, tracing the hard lines and contours of his body as if committing every detail to memory.

theo's hands ventured lower, fingertips grazing the curve of your hips before traveling upward, the touch searing a path of heat wherever they went. a moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the fervor of the kiss. the sound seemed to spur him on, his touch growing bolder as he explored every inch of you.

breaking the kiss, theo's lips trailed a scorching path along your jawline, down the column of your neck, and to the hollow of your throat. his breath was hot against your skin, and each nip and graze of his teeth sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

your fingers found their way to his hair again, gripping it tightly as a guttural sigh of pleasure escaped your lips. as if driven by a shared need, his hands slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch igniting fireworks across your skin. the sensation of his fingers tracing the scar on your waist was a potent mixture of vulnerability and intimacy, a reminder that he saw beyond the surface to the depths of your soul.

theo's lips found yours once more, a demanding kiss that left no room for restraint. his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans, teasingly slow as they dipped lower, the promise of what was to come hanging in the air like a charged current. his fingers slid down as they pulled down your jeans, exposing your black panties. you held onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. his hands made their way up to your shirt, gaze rising to lock with yours. “can i?” he whispered gently, asking for your consent to reveal what was dearest to you. carefully, you nodded, a smile painting your lips.

with your consent, he pulled your shirt upwards and over your head, revealing your matching black lace bra and the scar on the left side of your waist. you always wondered why it wouldn't heal, why your skin wouldn't regenerate—but you didn't care now.

“my pretty little doll,” he murmured, lips trailing down your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts. carefully, he unclipped your bra. he allowed himself to bury his face in between your breasts, lips engulfing your nipples as he rolled the hardened buds in between his teeth and against the surface of his tongue. you couldn't help but moan softly, hands raking through his hair as you pulled him in closer. “love those little noises of yours.”

he could only elicit more from you as he dropped from your breasts to your toned stomach, tongue caressing the muscles and skin. he locked eyes with you for a split second, and you swore you could see the fire in his eyes. he took a turn to the left, planting kisses on your scar. “thank you for taking care of me, theo.” you whispered. he couldn't help but smile against your skin. “never thank me for that, doll,” he responded, hands gliding up your thighs before tracing the wet spot on your panties. “just let me.”

in a second, you felt the fabric leave your skin. theo had clawed it into shreds, and you couldn't have been more grateful.

“so so wet,” he practically growled against your heat, nose pressing into your sensitive clit as he relished in your gorgeous scent. “all for me?” you couldn't resist, moans filling his ears.

“only for you, theo,” you encouraged him, loving the way you made him feel masculine and tough. as much as you loved the way his fingers, long and thick, tore you apart. you noises of encouragement helped him out as his fingers brushed against your walls.

“have i streched you out enough, doll?” you nodded in response—you were prepared for something much bigger to fill the emptiness. “please,” you begged. you had no reason to beg, he was ready to oblige either way.

his boxers slid down to his ankles and he couldn't help but relish in the sight before his eyes. you were propped up against the sink, legs spread for him. only for him. you were naked with nothing but the locket he had gifted you around your neck. your breasts were bare, hickies littered on them and your neck. the prettiest part that caught his eye was your scar.

“are you ready, doll?” you nodded eagerly, his dick pressing against your glistening entrance. you both moaned at the sweet touch, the amazing feeling of his big dick pressing into you. it was nothing compared to when he finally slid in, cries of ecstasy filling the room. he grunted as he finally bottomed out, barely moving as he caressed your insides. “oh fuck, you're so tight.”

he gripped your waist tightly, thumb caressing your scar as he thrusted vigorously. you couldn't help but moan, legs wrapping around his hips in order to pull him in closer. his pace quickened, skin slapping echoing throughout the walls of the room. he grunted, sounds accompanying your delicate moans. it didn't last long however, because in a split second, both of you could feel the nirvana coursing through your veins. “theo, 'm so close.” you announced. he didn't reply, but you knew he was nearing his peak when his thrusting became more aggressive. he pressed his forehead into yours as his breath fanned your lips. in a second, you could feel him finishing inside you, but never pulling out. you came just a little after him, vision nearly blackening as you came down from your high.

“are you okay?” he stroked your hair softly as he watched you carefully. you nodded in response, a smile on your face.

“i love you.” you whispered, one of his hands stroking your scar while the other held one of yours.

“i love you more.”

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

Pilot-01x01 part 1 part 2

Flashbacks

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

[heliads]

Theo raeken x fem!reader, theo confessing to reader but being rejected cause of all the stuff he did to the pack

a theo request?? anon god bless i miss him

masterlist

The first thing Stiles Stilinski says upon sprinting down the hallway to stop immediately in front of you, is, “Theo Raeken is going to kill us all again.”

The second thing Stiles tells you, without a single pause after the first nor one word of explanation, is, “And it’s all your fault.”

Stiles is prone to drama. He’s a lovely boy, sure, you’ve been his friend since you were a kid, and you’ve counted on him to save your life from the millions of dangers all living in the home you both call Beacon Hills, but you’ve learned to take pronouncements like these with a grain of salt.

So, instead of losing your mind with worry like you did the first dozen times Stiles approached you with yet another rumor of death and danger, you just smile, put the last of your books in your locker, and shut the door. Once you take a breath or two, you turn to face him at last.

“Good morning, Stiles,” you say pointedly, “How good to see you again. How was your weekend? Oh, you’re spouting off about another crazy theory? So good to hear! I know you’re going to tell it to me nicely, and you definitely won’t try to do something weird like blame me for it. That would be ridiculous, don’t you think?”

Stiles has the grace to look at least a little needled, but he still stands firm. “I’m not kidding, Y/N. We’re about to get hit by Hurricane Theo, Round Two, and when we’re all bloody, broken corpses, I’ll be having the last laugh.”

You frown. “I thought we would all be dead. How can you be laughing if we’re all bloody, broken corpses like you said?”

Stiles waves a hand irritably. “That’s why it would be the last laugh, idiot. I would rub it in your face then immediately pass away. Anyway, you’re not focusing.”

“I am focusing,” you argue, “I have been focusing on Theo Raeken for a while now. We all have.”

Stiles groans. “He’s going to try to topple our pack again, though. Look, I’ve been watching him for a while, and I know it. I can feel it. And I was right about him the first time, right? Even when you all doubted me, I was right. I’m going to be right again.”

As much as you’d like to have some snappy little comeback, you can’t deny that Stiles totally hit the nail on the head with Theo the first time around. Back when Theo Raeken returned to Beacon Hills for the first time in years, everyone in the McCall pack had been more than willing to welcome him with open arms. Only Stiles had second thoughts about the guy, and Stiles was proven right when Theo tried to kill Scott and take over the rest of you.

Now, though, you’re all aware of Theo’s twisted intentions. There’s no doubt in any of your minds that he’s still scheming, but for now, he’s been holding back. Nothing has happened to alert anyone’s suspicions more than usual, yet Stiles seems dead set in his latest theory.

You sigh and start to walk down the hallway, Stiles by your side. “Fine, then. What makes you think he’s going to pick today to attack?”

“Well, it might not be today,” Stiles admits. “Soon, though. This I promise. And I’m not just making stuff up, Y/N. He’s been acting differently. He even talked to me about it.”

You arch a brow. “You let Theo get close enough to talk?”

“Not willingly, but he wouldn’t leave me alone until I did,” Stiles grumbles.

You have to bite back a laugh. You can picture exactly how that conversation went– Stiles doggedly avoiding Theo as long as he could, Theo just a few paces behind until Stiles gave in and let him speak. Stiles hates Theo’s guts, which is understandable, considering Theo tried to murder his best friend, so whatever Theo had to say must have been important to risk Stiles’ wrath.

Now that you’re finally listening, though, Stiles is holding back the crucial information. He really is so dramatic when he wants to be, isn’t he?

You wave your hand irritably. “Alright, then. Get on with it. What did he say?”

Stiles huffs out a breath at getting rushed like this, but his face turns serious soon enough. “Well, that’s the thing. He wasn’t really telling me anything. In fact, the only thing he really did was ask me about you.”

A pause looms between you. You’re no wolf, but you swear you can hear every conversation happening up and down this hall, how the words echo in your head. It’s easier to pick apart everyone else’s idle chatter instead of comprehending what Stiles has just told you.

“He asked about me? That makes no sense. I’m human, Stiles. What would he want with me?”

Stiles swats you on the shoulder. “Hey, as, like, one of the only other humans here, we’ve got to be proud of ourselves. We have value. I don’t know why he asked, though. He didn’t mention pack stuff or anything. He just wanted to know how you were doing, if you were busy after school or something.”

Your eyes widen. “You don’t think he’s trying to kill me after we get out of class or something? What did you tell him?”

“I’m already a step ahead,” Stiles assures you. “I said you were totally busy and we wouldn’t let you near any of his traitorous pack without the rest of us there to keep you safe. He seems kind of put off by that, but he said that he wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“That’s exactly what someone who’s trying to kill me would say,” you point out.

“Tell me about it. I don’t think he’ll try anything today, at least not at school, but be careful, alright? Don’t go anywhere without one of us. I don’t like this.” Stiles says.

You shiver. “I don’t like it either.”

Theo’s attention never ends well. And, when the two of you turn a corner, you glance over your shoulder and see that someone else has taken your spot at your locker. He’s not trying to open it, just leaning against the metal. He raises a hand in greeting when he sees you looking. It’s Theo Raeken, and judging by the proud smile on his face, he knows exactly who you’re talking about.

You can’t focus throughout that class, nor the next. Theo Raeken is dangerous. He played all of you except Stiles like a fiddle the first time he was trying to kill Scott. What’s to stop him from trying to do it again? Or, worse, what’s to stop him from trying to do it to you?

You stop by your locker later that day. You had just managed to put the morning’s incident from your mind, but when you unlock the door to find a note pushed inside, it all comes rushing back. The paper inside carries no threats, but you still feel your blood run cold when you read it.

Meet me outside after the school day ends. T.R.

You show Scott and the others at lunch. None of them like it either. Scott agrees with Stiles in telling you to never go out alone, and certainly not to meet Theo like he asked. This has to be a trap. There’s no way it could be anything else.

You’re perfectly fine with that plan, but, as it turns out, it’s a little easier said than done. You end up staying a little while after class to ask a teacher a few questions about an upcoming exam, and when you emerge into the empty hallway once more, it occurs to you that you forgot to tell anyone that you were staying after. It’s not that any one of the pack would intentionally abandon you, especially not after the shift in Theo’s attention today, but they all would have assumed that someone else was with you, and left it at that.

Now, you’re wandering the school alone, listening to the sound of your footsteps echo off of the walls and wondering if he’s waiting for you somewhere. Your phone is in your hand, ready to text one of your friends to pick you up, but you don’t live far from school. It won’t take that long to get home, not if you hurry. You’re certain you can avoid him if you try.

Glancing around to make sure he’s not lingering by the door, you set out into the sunlight. Your footsteps are quick, hurrying around corners and down the sidewalk, but, as it turns out, not quick enough. Then again, how could you ever think you could outpace him? You’re human. Theo is a chimera. He could sprint down the length of your neighborhood in the time it takes you to blink.

You wait for the inevitable– claws in your throat, perhaps, or a knife in your back, something Theo-like and unavoidable, but he doesn’t kill you. Not yet. Instead, Theo Raeken walks next to you, tilts his head up to the blue afternoon sky, and says, “It’s a nice day out, isn’t it?”

You blink. Of all the ways you expected this encounter to end, talking to Theo about the weather was just about last on your list. “What?”

Theo shrugs. “It’s warm out. I don’t know.”

He still seems nice, which is weird, obviously. To be honest, this abrupt change in his usual demeanor is freaking you out more than if he’d just been his normal, scheming, threatening self. At least then you wouldn’t be waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“What do you want, Theo?” You ask at last. “Are you here to kill me or not?”

Theo glances over at you, looking genuinely surprised. “What are you talking about? I would never kill you. Y/N, I could never hurt you. You know that.”

He’s not entirely wrong. During his attempted toppling of the McCall pack, Scott nearly died, and many of you were injured, but Theo never touched so much as a hair on your head. Truth be told, back when he was still pretending to be good, you liked him a lot. He won you over fast, probably faster than he should have. Still, that was then, and this is now. You’re both on opposite sides of a war, and that sort of gulf cannot be easily crossed by anything. Least of all by you.

“Fine. Are you trying to use me to hurt the pack?”

Theo scoffs. “They’re trying to convince you to see the worst in me. I’m not surprised, to be honest. I’m not here to hurt you, Y/N, not in any way. I’m here because I want to take you on a date.”

You stop walking. This is absurd. You wait for him to start laughing or something, call an end to the joke, but he doesn’t. He just pauses by your side. “What time can I pick you up?” He continues, as if nothing has been said at all.

“Never,” you manage, “We’re not going on a date, Theo.”

He frowns. “Why not? If you’re busy this week, I can wait. It’s fine.”

“No, we can’t reschedule, because it’s not happening. You tried to murder Scott. You’re still trying to take over our pack. Why would I go on a date with you?”

Theo lifts a shoulder. “Because you like me. And don’t try to argue, Y/N, I know you do. You liked me well enough before I started moving forward with my plans.”

This, again, is a little closer to the truth than you’d like to admit. Theo was wonderful before he tried to murder everyone you hold dear. He was charming and funny. He partnered with you in class, he helped you study, he walked home with you after school. He was perfectly lovely until you burst into the Beacon Hills High School library one day to find him standing over Scott’s corpse.

“I might have, but that’s over now, Theo. I can’t love someone who tried to kill my friends. End of story.”

Theo shakes his head, brown hair flying around his eyes, which have taken on a glint almost akin to madness. “That’s the noble thing to do, sure, but you don’t have to be noble. We don’t have to be noble. It’s just you and me, Y/N. We don’t need any of them. Come on, you can’t tell me that you don’t want this.”

He says every word with such certainty that you know he believes it. You understand now why he was able to rally the other chimeras behind him, why even Liam was able to fall for his scheming. Theo is someone you want to believe. Always.

Always, even when you know better. Especially when you know better. You take a subtle step back, then two. “I can’t do this, Theo. Even if I went out with you, I’d be wondering if you were going to stab me in the back the entire time. I can’t trust you.”

His face falls. “But you want this. You want me.”

“I do,” you admit, “but that doesn’t make it right.”

He goes quiet. You wait for him to shout or swear or something like the monster you’ve been hearing so much about, but instead, he just looks towards where you were walking again. “Can I at least walk you home?”

You nod. “You remember where to go?”

“Of course,” he answers simply.

He could just recall where you live because you’re a part of the McCall pack and he needs a target. A second, calmer voice somewhere in the back of your head whispers that maybe, just maybe, it is because of you.

The walk back is quiet, but not terrible. You’re both thinking through a grave number of things. When you finally reach your house, Theo stops and faces you in front of the door. “Just–” he breaks off, then manages to finish it. “Think about it. If I were better, would you think about it?”

You let out a low breath. “Yes, Theo, I would.”

He almost smiles. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Theo,” you whisper back, and watch as he turns and leaves your house once more. 

It will be a long time before you can trust him for sure. You have no doubt that he’s got something else up his sleeve. Theo Raeken doesn’t strike you as the kind to give up easily. But then again, that’s why you’re still thinking of him even after he disappears from sight. Maybe, just maybe, Theo will do good on what he asked of you. Maybe, if he was better, he would come back. Until then, you’ll watch, and you’ll wait, and perhaps one day, you’ll be able to say yes after all.

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i am suddenly thinking so hard abt shutting theo up by forcing his head between your legs, nails gripping his dark hair, legs caging his head in. he barely resists. actually, he doesn’t resist at all. he knows he’s gotten himself in this position, he did it on purpose, talking your head off about any or everything. egging you on with taunts and questions he already knew the answer to. so when his head is finally where he wanted it, his hands grip your skin, pulling you closer, stuffing his nose in the small patch of trimmed hair. he’s already licking and sucking and doing what he knows you like, his form of an apology since he’ll never give you one verbally, his eyes bright as they watch you knowingly. his grunts and whimpers muffled in your cunt, his blunt nails digging into your skin, as he laps up every little drop.

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Theo Raeken x Reader

In which you and Theo get captured together without the knowledge of each other.

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Theo was grunting against the metal fence, his wrist tied with only the strength of tie-wraps, burning into his skin.

His gaze was blurry, but that didnt stop him from noticing a small figure in the corner, the blood smell hazing but smellable.

There you sat, blood drippling down your forehead and your skin basically ripping apart.

Your entire body hurts, to the point that even swallowing hurts. You have no idea what happened to you to get in this bad of a state or how there's suddenly a very attractive guy hanging against a fence, with his eyes glued to your damaged body.

Theo didn't say anything tho, and maybe he didn't even get a chance to because a guy with a taser strongly gripped in his hand came crashing through the thick metal doors, the door slamming shut behind him with a hard sound.

The worried expression Theo had towards you was turned into a cold deadly stare, this time being thrown at the guy in front of him, who had this goddamn smirk on his face.

you knew he just liked to torture people and based on the look on the boy's face he knew it too, maybe even about to feel it.

Theo growled to the man as the man patiently took his time to throw water over the now impatient boy, sewed to a metal fence he can't get out of.

You could take this as the opportunity to get up, sneak away and never return. But deep down you couldn't, not just because some part told you to stay, but because you were too weak to even say anything, let alone break through your tied wrists.

''You surely do enjoy this. Don't you?'' his hair was messy and was hanging partly over his eyes, and you could've sworn he was biting his lip while still showing his teeth. Showing absolutely no fear, no... mercy.

The man was tasering Theo with force, basically slamming the hard metal into his skin, making sure he hits every vein. In the hope, it would make him weaker.

You closed your eyes to not get any sight of it, although you could barely see anything because of your burning headache and the blurry images in front of your sight.

You don't know how long you have been sitting here, in the dark corner with the presence of a boy you surely didn't mind. All you felt was the blood dripping out of your wounds and your breathing slowing down with the minute. You were convinced you were losing a lot of blood.

''They fired you, didn't they? What- Did you get caught sticking needles into helpless patients again?'' you could hear the beeping sound of the taser getting to a higher level as though it was music, but still the boy showed no fear. ''Or did they catch you trying to stick them with something else?'' His body was stiffened against the fence and he was groaning between his uneven breaths and breathless chuckles.

''Looks like-'' You could see a glimpse of the tie-wraps getting orange with the amount of pressure being put on them, a sensing smoke forming past his wrists.

''We got-''

''A winner.'' The tie-wraps broke by the amount of strength and rubbing it got and sprang to the other side of the room.

The boy got off the fence while his eyes lit up, a bright yellow color replacing his cloud-grey ones. Claws came out through his nails with force.

Chimera. Right in front of you.

Theo started to attack the male who was taken aback by the sudden action the boy pulled, and his screams for help caused you to bang your head against the wall, in the hope you would somehow manage to block the noise.

You closed your eyes, now being at your weakest as you felt the presence of someone, now closer to you than before. In fear your adrenaline gave you a boost, which caused you to startle and back away even more, but with no success.

Theo was kneeling down in front of you, holding your small hand into his massive one, black veins coming out through the skin of his arm. You felt the pain releasing as you get lifted off the cold floor.

''I got you, I got you.''

''Lay your head against my chest, okay? but keep your pretty eyes open for me.''