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Part 2 to being mr. Douglas mate add scott in it and maybe you find out that your supernatural and that the bite from him made you into a hellhound and you fought with scott and the rest of the pack to take him down and also you and parrish fight together and becomes mates after douglas dies.

I'm sorry, I almost completely finished part 2 for Being Mr. Douglas' mate, but if you'd like, I'd be able to make your idea into another imagine. Is that alright with you?

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Requested by: Anon

Imagine: Being an Alpha, and Having Stiles As a Mate.

Stiles x Alpha! Fem! Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Public sex, Alpha! Reader, ____________________________________________________________________

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head while cracking your knuckles. Your shoes tapped against the dirty tiles of the school hallway, as your eyes glared down the hallway where your mate was, talking to the rest of his pack. Of course you were welcome to join in on the seemingly interesting conversation, but having another Alpha, plus two other girls you didn’t particularly favor in the group, made you feel uncomfortable around them. If it wasn’t you and Scott fighting for power and control, it was Malia or Lydia being too close to Stiles for your liking.

Glaring at the happy pack in jealousy, you huffed, turning away from them and storming down the hall. In all honesty, you were actually pretty self conscious around the pack. Scott was the ‘True Alpha,’ and being around him made you feel as though you had to have something to prove; whether it was to him and his friends, or to your own pack.

On the other hand, how could you compare to the super popular and smart Lydia Martin? Your mate was madly in love with her until he met you, but you couldn’t help but to doubt whether you were enough for him. While he has told you many times that you were even prettier than her, you knew you weren’t nearly as smart.

Also Malia, who was carefree, wild, and adventurous, everything you couldn’t be without putting yourself or your pack in danger. Would he get bored of you and your responsibilities? Finally fed up with your own insecurities, you spun on your heel, speeding back towards your mate.

“He’s MY mate, I won’t let anyone else have him,” you grumbled to yourself, as your eyes landed on said person. Stopping for a second, you composed yourself, flattening out your shirt and taking a few deep breaths before proceeding. Stiles’ grin grew when he saw your figure walking closer, making you smirk knowing that only you could make his heart flutter like it just did.

“Hey (Y/n),” he muttered as you walked into his open arms, engulfing you in a tight hug. You buried your face into his chest, breathing in his scent, which made your shoulders relax. When he realized that you wouldn’t let go, he casually continued to hold onto you, one hand on the back of your head, while the other was on the middle of your back. The pack immediately continued their conversation, seeming to be unaffected by your presence. You turned your head slightly, peeking out with one eye because you wanted to be aware of your surroundings at all times. It was a small habit you had picked up after becoming an Alpha, and wanting to ensure you and your pack’s safety.

A low, rumbling growl slipped past your lips when Malia placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, your now sharpened teeth snapping at her. Her eyes flashed blue when it met your red ones, and she immediately snatched her hand away, taking a submissive step back. Your growing claws dug into Stiles’ side, making the boy hiss in pain. The McCall pack went dead quiet, while you silently fumed.

“Don’t touch my mate. He’s mine. Mine,” you repeated in your head, despite the fact you were trying to calm yourself down.

“(Y/n), it’s okay. Calm down,” Stiles mumbled in your ear, rubbing soothing circles in your back. You could feel stares from the McCall pack, which made you fidget and tense up even more. Deciding you had enough of being stared at, you shoved past Stiles, stalking down the hall before your pack picked up on your distressed signals, and came to start a fight. You clenched your fist as you tried to take deep breaths, trying to stop yourself from losing control and attacking someone.

“Surrender to the moon; Accept the wolf,” you muttered your pack’s mantra over and over again, forcing yourself to calm down as you headed towards the side exit.

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Stiles stared in slight shock at your retreating form, his mouth hanging open a bit. His gaze shot from you, to his friends, all of whom was staring at him. He gave them a small apologetic smile, before dashing down the hall where you disappeared out of a side door. He tripped and stumbled a couple of times, before reaching the exit, and bursting out. He paused, his eyes shooting around, trying to find out where you had went.

A hand grabbing his wrist and forcing him around the bend of the school, made him gasp and let out a light yelp. After taking a second to comprehend what happened, he looked at his kidnapper, blinking in surprise when you suddenly shoved him against the brick wall of the school, your lips connecting with his without hesitation.

He, of course, melted into the kiss, bringing his hands up to grip the sides of your face, tilting your head more so he had better access. A low purr rumbled from you, your clawed fingers grasping the collar of his shirt, forcing him down further. After a minute, the two of you broke away to take in much needed gasps of air. Shortly after momentarily catching your breath, your lips then connected to the soft skin on his neck, sucking harshly to cause bruises.

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Stiles groaned as you started to grind against him, effectively marking him with your scent in the process. You trailed kisses up his jaw, before planting your lips on his. His hands ran up the length of your sides, forcing your shirt up slightly. You pulled away, smirking when he let out a light whimper. Taking a couple steps back, you held out your hand to him.

“You parked Roscoe at the far corner of the parking lot, right? I’m sure no one will see us there,” you said with a wink. Stiles shot up, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his jeep. He slammed you against it’s side, attacking your lips with his. As the both of you fought for dominance, your fingers ran up his chest underneath his shirt.

Stiles muttered a curse as he pulled away. Fumbling around in his pockets for his keys. Patting all of his pockets, he looked up at you with terror filled eyes when he realized he gave Scott his keys so he wouldn’t lost them during gym. Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow as you easily pulled open the passenger side door.

“Scott never locks the door when he gets out,” you said with a smirk and a wink, before climbing inside the jeep, making your way to the back. Stiles scrambled into the vehicle, almost tackling you down when he entered. Without hesitation, he slammed his lips onto yours, which made you teeth clash some, but you didn’t care. You growled, wanting more of his kin to touch yours as he pressed down on you. You felt your claws grow, before you used them to rip off his shirt. He gasped in surprise, sitting up and looking down at the now torn pile of fabric. You sat up at well, yanking your shirt over your head.

“My shirt…” He whined, pouting down at what was left of it. Rolling your eyes, you huffed, reaching back to unclasp your bra.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” you grumbled, yanking him to the side, and straddling him, You pressed your body down in his, your naked beast flush against his chest. Grinding your hips against his, you moaned at the friction it caused, panting into his neck as a shiver went up your spine. Your fingers trailed down his front to the button of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. You rolled off of his, quickly unbuttoning your own pants and pulling them down. Your gaze latched on your mate as he yanked down his own pants, not bothering to fully take them off, instead leaving them bundled at his ankles. You barely managed to get one leg out of your pants before he pulled you back on him, plopping you down in his lap as he sat up, your chest pressing against eachother’s once again.

His growing erection rubbed against your core making you groan as your lips found eachother’s your tongues once again battling for dominance. He hands gripped your hips, keeping you still as he ground up against you, making you break the heated kiss as you throw your head back with a silent moan. His lips attached to one of your neck, sucking deep bruises into yours as well.

Your eyes rolled back as you took a deep breath, smelling the possessiveness in his chemo-signals. He wanted to have you marked as his as much as you wanted to mark him. You reached down between the two of your bodies, lifting up so you could stroke his erection. He groaned into your neck as you stroked him up and down a few times before lining him up. His hands gripped your sides as he tried to control himself from thrusting up into you. You licked your lips as you lowered down on him, gulping as his head popped through your entrance. You paused as you let out a soft groan, rolling your hips some to get used to his size, your eyes rolling back.

Your eyes suddenly snapped open as you let out a loud yelp/roar as Stiles quickly flipped the two of you, pressing your back into the bed of the jeep as he rammed into you. Your vision was bathed in red as you lost control, digging your claws into the passenger side seat above you, not wanting to hurt your mate. Stiles had a firm grasp on you hips as he rammed into you, his head rolling back as he let out a deep moan. He buried himself into you for a second, composing himself, before he started pounding into you again.

You panted as you dug your claws further into the seat, your eyes squeezed shut. A hand came up to your jaw, holding it harshly.

“Open your eyes,” Stiles groaned, making your eyes snap open, locking onto his. Through the reflection of his eyes, you could see that your blazed red. The jeep rocked erratically with each of Stiles’ thrust, making the car squeak pretty loudly, but you were too far gone to care. You felt your stomach muscles clench, making your core clench around his long cock.

“M-Mate… I’m gonna…” you muttered through clenched teeth as you forced yourself to regain control, so you wouldn’t end up accidentally biting him to claim him like werewolves were supposed to. You didn’t want to risk him dying while trying to go through the shift, so you resisted the urge. Stiles smirked down at you, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He buried himself inside you again, before slowly pulling out. His thrust then slowed all together, each one taking longer longer and longer than the last until he found a steady, slow rhythm that made you cry out, desperately wanting release.

He moaned lowly as he slowly stroked into you, eventually pulling you to your orgasm. Your legs shook at the force of it, your arms banging down at your sides, trying to keep your claws away from him. Your back arched as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Stiles continued his steady rocking movements until he finally came inside you, filling you with his hot liquid. He flopped down next to you after pulling out.

The two of you panted as you stared up at the roof of the jeep, chest heaving with each breath. You tilted your head to the side to stare at your mate, who had his eyes closed with a content look on his face. You closed your eyes as well, as you finally caught your breath, reaching out to grab his hand, seeing as you were too hot to cuddling against him. He suddenly shot up, making you jump and snap your eyes open.

“How am I supposed to go to class without a shirt?! We still have another class after this!” Stiles gasped out, disconnecting your hands as he grabbed his torn up shirt, holding it up to inspect the damage. You winced as you saw that it was nearly torn in half, holding on by a few threads.

“Uh…sorry?” You said with an apologetic smile, holding your hands up in defense.

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Can you do alpha reader,and stiles is her mate? And she jealous of Lydia and Malia because he liked before, and starts being super overprotective and obsessed marking him, the pack starts to notice, and he loves when the reader is like that. Super smut. Please?( Sorry if is over the place)

Queued for March 25, 5pm est!

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I was wondering when you think part 2 of Garrett Douglas true mate imagine might be posted???

I'm shooting for Sunday, but it might be some time Monday.

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Are you going to write more of the Liam Dunbar series?

Yes I will, I'm not sure when it'll be posted though.

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Is there a part 2 to 'imagine being Garrett Douglas true mate'

There will be!

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Requested by: @vitalanidragonbane

Imagine: Being Garrett Douglas’ True Mate

Garrett Douglas x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Sex, Alpha Kink

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Garrett Douglas clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together as he stared at you from down the hall. You were surrounded by your ‘pack’, all of you talking and laughing about something that Garrett could careless about. The only thing he could focus on was you. Your smile, your body, everything. You were leaning against the lockers, watching with gleeful eyes as Liam did a little dance move that made you laugh. Garrett took deep breath, trying to desperately control himself. His fist clenched and his fingernails dug into his palms as he tore his eyes away from you, instead glaring up at the ceiling so he could collect his thoughts.

“Good morning Mr. Douglas,” a student said as she past by him to get in the classroom. He glanced down at her with a fake small smile, nodding in acknowledgment to her. Loosening his clenched fist, he pulled them behind his back as he felt the skin heal, before carefully reaching into his pocket, pulling out a tissue to clean the little drops of blood that came out of the healed wounds. He wore a fake smile as more students past him to enter his class, letting his gaze scan the hallway. You were walking backwards, with your back facing him, as you were saying your last parting words to your friends, Lydia by your side. After saying your last few words, you turned back around, walking side by side with Lydia, heading straight towards Garrett. Garrett genuinely smiled for the first time in a few days as he watched you walk closer and closer to him.

“Good morning,” He said, letting his eyes linger on you for a second before sliding towards the redhead. Both of you smiled politely, but he felt your eyes look him up and down, trying to be discreet.

“Morning,” Lydia said, barely paying attention to him, and slipping into the class. His eyes snapped back to you, sending you a small smirk and a wink. Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped a little, before you sped past him, muttering a light ‘good morning’. Garrett wore a large smirk as he closed the classroom door, walking up to the front of the classroom.

“Okay, so is everyone ready for AP Physics?” He asked, smiling when he heard a loud series of groans.

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You huffed as you stared down at the textbook in front of you, trying to find out the best way of doing the new ‘fun’ advanced physics project; which consisted of building a functioning boat or raft capable of carrying, and supporting, two people, only using thin plastic materials, cheap tape, and nylon twine. Groaning, you glanced up at Lydia, who was sitting on the other side of the room with her assigned partner, already looking like they had a plan for the project.

“Can we use Duct tape?” Rylan, your newly assigned lab partner, asked as he stared over your shoulder at the directions sheet in front of you. Shaking your head in response, you flinched when he rested his chin on your shoulder playfully. “Well we’re going to need really strong plastic to carry both of us,”

“It can’t exceed ¼ of an inch thick, though,” you muttered, leaning your head to the side so it knocked gently on his. Rylan was one of your friends, not a best friend, but a close friend nonetheless. He was a really sweet guy, who always playfully acted as if you two were a couple, despite him being gay, but you didn’t mind.

“Any ideas?” He asked, his chin still on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist so he could type on the laptop you had on your lap. Shaking your head, you leaned back into his chest with a huff, letting your eyes scan the room to spot if anyone else was as hopeless as you were. Your gaze came to a halt when you saw the look on Mr. Douglas’ face. He had a look you never seen on him before, one that was almost well disguised, but you could tell by his glare and clenched jaw that he was mad. His eyes suddenly met your gaze, making your heart skip a beat as your gaze shot down to the textbook in front of you.

You cursed yourself for staring, but who wouldn’t stare at the young, sexy teacher? As you tried to make sure you didn’t seem like you were just staring at him, you couldn’t help but imagine all of your dirty little fantasies you had about Mr. Douglas. It was just something you couldn’t help, you felt compelled to be near him, to be with him. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you tried to reason to yourself that all these fantasies were actually possible, because of the fact that you were 18 years old, and considered a legal adult. This fact sometimes reassured you, seeming to make the possibility of being with Mr. Douglas even greater.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Rylan asked, pinching your thigh. Snapping out of your thoughts, you immediately nodded, before leaning forwards to continue trying to think of the best structure your boat could have.

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Mr. Douglas gulped, trying his best to stay in control but you were making it really hard. Even when he turned away and focus on something else, he couldn’t help continue to think about you; which usually wouldn’t bother him, but now that you were in that Bastard’s arms, he could barely stop his hands from shaking in anger.

I thought he was fucking gay, or else I wouldn’t have partnered him with my (Y/n),”Garrett thought to himself as he forced himself to take deep breaths. He glared up at the clock, waiting for the moment he could let the class leave. When that time finally came, he immediately stood up, telling the class that they were free to go, which everyone seemed happy about. Garrett held his head in his hands as the students packed up, groaning lowly as he felt a headache come on. After a minute of quiet shuffling, a single pair of footsteps made him look up with an annoyed face.

“Um, excuse me Mr. Douglas,” you muttered, with a small smile as you stepped forward. His heart leapt in his chest as he stared up at your (e/c) eyes. He almost grinned, but then he smelled his scent all over you, making him frown and almost let out a growl.

“What?” He snapped, making your eyes widen as you fumbled on your words.

“I-I um… I was wondering if t-there’s any tips you can give me for this project. We uh….we really couldn’t think of anything useful,” You said, avoiding his gaze. He felt anger bubble up inside him, not because of you, but because that bastard Rylan had distracted you from reaching your full potential.

“Well maybe if you and Rylan actually listening instead of cuddling in the back, you would have heard me tell the class that there is a tip sheet online,” he growled out, rolling his eyes as he stood up. Out of the corner of his eye, he say you flinch and look down sadly, muttering an apology, your heart pounding in your chest. Garrett couldn’t quite tell whether it was beating rapidly out of embarrassment of being called out, or something else.

“Knock that stupid PDA shit out, it’s fucking annoying," he hissed lowly, feeling his fist clench just thinking back to how comfortable you seemed to be with Rylan. “You’re supposed to be with me, and only me,”.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, speeding out of the class, a few tears dripping down your face. Garrett felt his eyes change colors as the room was bathed in red, as he lost control of himself. He wanted badly to go after you and apologize, but he just couldn’t get the image of you and Rylan out of his head.

You leaning on Rylan’s chest with a small smile, with his arms wrapped around you. Rylan resting his chin on your shoulder, whiles yours leaned gently against it. Garrett felt his chest become tight as he tried to suck in a desperate breath. His vision started to fade as he stumbled to the supply closet at the far side of the room. Yanking the door open, he grasped at the helium tank on the shelf, pulling it down to him. Grabbing the facemask already connected to it, he held it up to his mouth, before turning the tank on. Garrett took deep breaths of the helium as he let his body slid down the wall until he sat on the cold tile floor. Looking up at the ceiling, he shook his head. These ‘attacks’ had been happening more and more recently, and he knew exactly what was causing it. Not being with his mate was going to kill him.

“That’s it. I need her,”

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You winced and groaned as you limped down the empty street, wrapping your thin jacket further around your body as you desperately tried to cling to the little heat you had. Your eyes scanned the sidewalk, slightly paranoid about the all the Ghost Rider activity that has been happening lately.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself as you put a little too much pressure on your hurt ankle. Hopping on one foot to the nearby bus stop, you flopped down on the seat. Gently lifting your right leg, you rested your ankle on your left knee. Poking your swollen ankle a little to test the pain, you hissed. Your shoulders slumped as a tear threatened to fall from your eye.

Of course it was just your luck to sprain your ankle on the walk to your house from Scott’s house. Since you were only about 10 minutes away from your house when it happened, you didn’t think of calling anyone, not wanting to bother anyone at this time of night; besides your parents weren’t going to be home tonight, so you didn’t have to worry about being in at a certain time. After resting for a few more minutes, you hesitantly stood up, softly putting more and more pressure on your hurt ankle, until you felt confident enough to continue walking on it. After taking a few agonizing steps, you hissed out in pain, muttering a few curses. A black car driving past made you look up out of curiosity, watching as it slowly came to a stop in the middle of the street a few feet away from you. Your heart dropped as you mentally prepared to run as fast as you could on your hurt ankle, continuing to limp faster than before. The car’s window then started to roll down, and that is when you noticed the familiar face.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? It’s almost 1 in the morning, what are you doing out here so late?” Mr. Douglas questioned as he stepped out of the car, hurrying over to you when you stumbled. You gave him an embarrassed smile, before pointing down at your ankle.

“Uh, I tripped and hurt my ankle. I’m just trying to get home now,” you muttered as he helped you up, letting you grip on his arm as you found your balance.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” he said, helping you to the passenger side of the car. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought of being in the same car as Mr. Douglas, your mind immediately coming up with a dirty fantasy of what the two of you could do in the car. You looked down at your feet so he couldn’t see your face, not wanting to chance the possibility of him reading your expression. After helping you inside the car, he jogged around to the driver’s side, sliding into the seat before he turned to you.

“What’s your address,” he asked, glancing over at you, concern still etched on his face. You told him your address, looking discreetly around the black interior of the car.

“Thank you,” you said when there was an awkward silence, looking at him before shifting your gaze out of the window. He sighed deeply, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry about early… I didn’t mean to snap on you, I was just having a bad day,” He said, as he pulled the car up in front of your house. He immediately jumped out, rushing over to your side as you opened the door and tried to put weight on your hurt ankle. “Careful!”

He held out his arm so you could grip it and lean against him to shift your weight. As the two of you walked to your door, taking your time, he looked around at the dark windows, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Is anyone home?” He questioned, as you reached into your pocket to get your house keys. Simply shaking your head, you unlocked the door, trying to pull away from Mr. Douglas, but he held onto your arm, insisting he at least help you to the couch and check out your ankle. Upon stepping inside and closing the door, you twisted to try to flick on the light, but you ended up putting way too much pressure on your ankle, making your leg crumple from under you. Mr. Douglas immediately reach out to catch you, but instead was tripped by you accidentally, making him fall on top of you. You yelped when the back of your head came in contact with the ground, leaning forward to grab ahold of it. Upon doing this, your face mashed into something, your lips catching the side of something soft. You immediately recognized your mistake, and pulled back, slamming your head on the ground once again, this time seemingly harder than the first time. You hissed as you squeezed your eyes shut, your face heating up with embarrassment.

“I think I just accidentally kissed him…”

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“She just accidentally kissed me…” Garrett thought shocked, a smile creeping onto his face. Just the small kiss had sent shivers up his spine, his body feeling rejuvenated. In a moment of weakness, he couldn’t control himself, so he reached up, catching your jaw. He closed his eyes as he leaned down, connecting your lips. He felt you freeze, and could hear your heart skip a beat before speeding up. Slowly you seemed to melt in the kiss, finally feeling the same sparks he felt. Goose bumps rose on his skin under your touch, your fingers hesitantly drifting up his arms.

After a few more moments, he reluctantly pulled away, taking a deep breath. You panted under him, and with his Alpha vision, he could see that your eyes were closed, your lips slightly parted. You slowly opened your eyes, staring up at him, dazed. Your eyes suddenly widened, as you shot from under him, crawling backwards.

“Y-Your eyes…” you muttered, staring at him shocked and slightly terrified.

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After the kiss, you laid completely shocked under Mr. Douglas, your eyes still closed as you tried to process everything that just happened. The kiss had your mind clouded, and all you could think about was how perfect his lips felt on yours; the rush that seemed to flow through your body. You slowly opened your eyes, taking a second to be able to focus in the darkness. When you finally made eye contact with him, you gasped, crawling backwards away from him as fast as you could.

“Y-Your eyes…” you muttered, staring into his glowing red eyes. You shook your head, rubbing your eyes for a second before looking at him again, only to see that the red eyes were still there. He looked at you panicked for a moment, as if he couldn’t think of an excuse.

“I-I uh…” he stuttered, frozen to his spot.

“Y-You’re an Alpha….” you whispered, gulping. “I just made out with a alpha…who’s also my teacher…”

“You’re my mate,” he admitted out of nowhere, as if that would explain things, but it only confused you further.

“His mate? It couldn’t be…” you thought, trying to think of everything Deaton had told you about mates. It wasn’t much, but you do remember him mentioning a thing called ‘true mates’, but that couldn’t be possible right? Not you of all people. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize he came closer until he was right in front of you.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his nose flaring as he grabbed your arms. His lips suddenly smashed onto yours, making you gasp. His tongue found its way into your mouth as he pushed you back so you were laying down on the ground again. Through your jumbled mind, you couldn’t focus on anything other than the need to be with him. That need clouded your judgement, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He groaned, his hands traveling down to grip your thighs as he pulled you closer to him.

Pulling away, you gasped for air as he began to attack your neck with kisses. The thought of stopping him past through your mind, but it was quickly discarded when he began to suck bruises into your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you brought your hands up to run through his soft hair.

He suddenly pulled away, sitting in to yank off his jacket and shirt. You watched mesmerized as he smirked down at you, his eyes still glowing red, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. After tossing his shirt to the side, he pulled you up unexpectedly, lifting you into his arms as he crossed the room to the couch. He fell backwards onto the couch so you were on top of him. After taking a second to get comfortable and to take off your jacket, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling down into another heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants.

You couldn’t understand what came over you, but this urge was making you want him so bad. You broke the kiss to rip off your shirt, tossing it to the side before leaning down for another kiss. A shiver went up your spine as his hands travelled your sides, unclasping your bra, before reaching under to cup your breast. After taking the bra away, without breaking the kiss, you dropped it on the floor next to you.

Garrett suddenly twisted, maneuvering the two of you so he was now on top. He growled lowly as he attacked chest, his hands freely roaming your body. You threw your head back, your lips parted in a quiet moan.

“Why am I doing this?” You thought to yourself, as your fingers traced his back muscles. He kissed down your neck, before clamping down on one of your nipples, the other being toyed with his hand. You arched your back some, grinding your hips onto his, drawing a soft groan from him. His fingers drifted south, swiftly pulling down your pants and underwear with your help. You fumbled to unbutton his jeans, zipping down the zipper quickly. Deciding you were taking too long, Garret s decided to do it himself, yanking down his pants. Once everything was off, his lips connected to yours again, this time harder than before, more needy. His nails dug into your skin some, making you whimper slightly, but he ignored it.

“I’m gonna make sure you stay mines,” he growled as he dug his nails further into your thighs, making you squirm under him. He suddenly pulled one of your legs up, making you gasp as he settled in between your legs, his erection against your core, but not penetrating.

“Mr. Douglas…” you muttered, your eyes rolling back as he sucked on your bare nipple.

“I’m your alpha! Call me your Alpha!” He growled lowly, nipping at your shoulder. Your mouth dropped open again when his hips started to grind against you, his cock rubbing against your clit.

“A-Alpha…” you panted, grabbing a fistful of his soft brown hair. He hummed in delight at the name, grinding a little harder against you. “Please Alpha…”

He sat back, his hand reaching down to line himself with your entrance. A sudden thrust later, you yelped, clenching around him at the sudden evasion. A tear rolled down your cheek from pain, but he quickly wiped it away with his thumb. You looked up at him, biting your lip as you adjusted to his size. His eyes were still red, but this time he had a dazed look on his face. He leant down, his lips only an inch away from yours.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled once again, before harshly kissing you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You eagerly kissed back, forgetting the pain, and being consumed by the intense pleasure that being with him brought. He slowly began rocking his hips, pulling out of your slowly, before burying himself back in once again. He groaned lowly as he picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and faster. He suddenly grabbed your hands, which were trailing his chest and down his stomach, holding them above your head with one hand.

“You’re so good for your Alpha, aren’t you?” He said, as your head lolled back when his thrust became slow again, teasing you.

“Yes, Alpha,” you moaned, closing your eyes. You desperately wanted to grasp onto something, but his strong grip on both of your wrist prevented you from doing so. With his thrust still going slow, he leaned forward, his lips skimming past yours, before going towards your ear.

“Beg,” he whispered into your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine at his tone. You opened your eyes, staring right into his as you begged.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Please Alpha, make me yours,”

“Good girl,” he groan, his chest rumbling with a low purr. Your response seemed to send a use of thrill through him, his hips began jerking harder and faster. Your own hips began to move in rhythm with his, soft moans slipping from your parted lips. He began muttering how much of a good girl you were in your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your edge. You felt his nails grow, digging into your wrist, which made you his. His soft groans began to sound more like animalistic growls as his hips jerked harder and harder, shaking the couch erratically. As your legs began to shake, and you started to clenched around him, he buried his face into your neck, panting hard. You gasped for breath as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around his cock as he buried himself inside you, growling in pleasure as he came inside you.

His teeth suddenly sunk into your shoulder harshly, making you let out a loud bloodcurdling scream and you jerked your body away from him. You fell onto the floor in a heap, your hurt ankle slamming onto the couch, making you cry out and grasp it. Using your good foot, you backed away from him, scrambling to find clothes to put on. Blood dropped from your wounded shoulder, just like the tears dropped from your face. After quickly finding your pants, and tugging on a random shirt, which turned out to be his, you scrambled to your feet, putting most of your weight on your good ankle.

You gripped your shoulder as agonizing pain exploded in the wound, almost making your knees go weak. Your hands gripped your phone, which was in your pants pocket. Your eyes shot to Garrett as he finally stood up, his naked body standing straight as he looked at you with a smirk.

“What the fuck!” You yelled, stumbling backwards as he walked closer to you. You fell onto your butt, scooting backwards as he came to a stop a few feet in front of you. Discreetly, you pressed the screen on your phone, unlocking it, and dialing Lydia on video-chat, who you hoped would answer.

“You said you wanted me to make you mines, so I just did. Now no one will have you, only me,” he chuckled, as he picked up his discarded pants, tugging them on. Your eyes squeezed closed as tears continued to fall from your eyes. The pain was unbearable, it was so bad, you couldn’t even force yourself up so you could get away from your mate. The door suddenly flew open, making you jump and look.

“No….” you muttered when you spotted a group of Ghost Riders at the door, all walking in to circle you, Garrett standing in the middle of them with a wicked smirk. Your heart was beating painfully in your chest as you shook your head, feeling desperate. Sweat dropped down your forehead as the room suddenly began to get hot, your vision began to blur as a loud high pitched ringing sounded in your ears. You phone vibrated, making you look down at it, seeing that Lydia had answered and was looking worriedly, yelling words you could no longer hear.

“Help…” you muttered to her, as you stared up at Garrett, who held one of the Ghost Rider’s whips. The last thing you saw before everything went black, was him bringing the whip down, and a flash of green smoke.

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Hello love your Garrett Douglas imagine! I was wondering if you could write an imagine, Garrett DouglasXreader, where the reader is his true mate. She also friends with Scotts pack and Mr Douglas is like mad obsessed/in love with her and is determined to claim/mark her. Especially when he see a guy student in his class flirting with her. Also she's 18 so it isnt that weird and she's in love with him too. could it be smut too. normal mate stuff like, Alpha kink, Breeding kink, dom/sub kink please

Queued for today, 5pm est!

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I love your writing. Thank you for all the effort and time you put into this for all of us.

Thank you so much! I really love doing this, so it's great to hear that you like it!

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Requested by: @melody-hecate-slytherin

Imagine: Everyone Thinking Stiles Is Innocent, But He’s Really Kinky In Bed (Part 2)

Kinky! Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, sex, caught, toys, gag, ____________________________________________________________________

“What about this?” Stiles chuckled, pointing to his laptop screen. You let your gaze shift from the book in front of you to the screen, seeing a large The Hulk themed, fist shaped 12 inch dildo. You stared at it for a good 5 seconds, before looking back at your book, shrugging nonchalantly. His eyes widened with shock and excitement, as he turned on his side, using his elbow to prop up his head as he laid on his bed, staring up at you.

“Really!?” He asked excitedly, practically bouncing with joy. You shrugged once again, a smirk forming on your lips as you shifted in your spot beside Stiles on his bed.

“Nope, not gonna happen,” he muttered, opening a new tab to look for more toys you could use in bed. This continued for a few more minutes, him asking for your approval something he found, and you either agreeing, or rolling your eyes with a shake of your head.

“How about that?” You asked, pointing to a cherry-flavored candy ball gag, that came with cherry flavored lube. A mischievous smirk appeared on Stiles’ face, as he added the item to the online cart, which contained 7 other items.

“Oh, and get that whip and flogger,” you muttered, tapping his screen twice, pointing out a black leather whip that had a glass handle, and an all leather flogger. Stiles nodded, adding it to the cart, before clicking to see everything that was in the cart. Your eyes scanned the items, before coming to a stop at a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. You turned to him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Nipple clamps?” You asked, making him chuckle lightly, while shrugging his shoulders.

“They’re on sale,” he said with a smirk. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, before looking back at the list of items. After confirming everything you wanted was there, Stiles proceeded to checkout, charging everything to the prepaid debit card the two of you brought, so there wouldn’t be any mysterious charges on either of your parents credit cards. As soon as the transaction was done, Stiles’ door burst open, making Stiles jump, his laptop sliding off his lap. You quickly snatched it up, as Liam, Scott, and Malia barged into the room. Liam plopped down on the bed next to you as soon as Stiles stood up, heading over to his desk where he was to show Scott some more information about whatever supernatural being they were currently dealing with.

“Whatcha looking at?” Liam asked, trying to get a peek of Stiles’ laptop, which now sat in your lap. You nonchalantly closed the tab, shrugging your shoulders as you closed the laptop.

“Just some online shopping,” You said casually, as you sat the laptop and your book down beside you. Liam turned away, immediately becoming uninterested in the shopping you were doing, since the last few times he found you online shopping, it was for what he would call ‘boring girl stuff’. Sighing deeply as the others began to discuss whatever problems they were handling, you scooted down the bed, before lying down, turning on your side, and taking a much needed nap

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“(Y/n)!” A voice called, making you stop walking and turn around. Stiles jogged up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, spinning you and pulling you the opposite way you were going.

“The package came,” he muttered seductively into your ear, making a large smirk form on your lips. You rose an eyebrow and licked your lips seductively, as Stiles pulled away to look at your reaction.

Letting Stiles lead you to his jeep and drive to his house, you basically ran inside and up to his room. With a big grin, you stood in the middle of Stiles’ room spotting the brown box sitting on his desk. Stiles, who was right on your heels, stopped you from walking to the box, instead pushing you onto his bed, forcing you sit down. Looking up at him with a smirk, you pursed your lips, making Stiles let out a light chuckle, before kissing you quickly. Stiles then turned away, suddenly pulling his shirt over his head while walking over to his desk.

“Clothes, off,” he demanded, not even bothering to turn to look at you as he ripped open the box. Your breath hitched in excitement as you tore off your clothes as quickly as possible, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation when you finished.

You felt a shiver run up your spine when Stiles turned towards you, his eyes dark with lust, in his hands was the candy ball-gag. You stared up at Stiles as he walked over to you, towering over you with a smirk on his lips. Licking your lips, you tilted your head back, opening your mouth as Stiles strapped the gag around your head. Biting down on the candy gag, you nodded to Stiles, telling him it was tight enough. Stiles jerked his head to the side, telling you to scoot further on the bed, before he turned to go to his desk, digging in the box, before pulling out a new pair of leather cuffs, which had fur on the inside for comfort, along with the cherry lube, the flogger, and nipple clamps. You cried out from behind the gag, jerking your head towards the box as Stiles walked over to the bed, dumping what he hand in his hands on the bed.

“We’ll save the whip for another time, now turn around and get on your knees,” he said, making you roll your eyes but oblige. Once on your knees with your back to him, you let him pull your hands behind your back, swiftly locking them in place with the cuffs. Feeling the bed dip behind you, you turned your head to look back at him, watching as he scooted closer on his knees, before pulling you back, so you were leaning against his chest. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips met your neck, letting out a muffled moan from around the gag. A sudden pinch to both of your nipples made you flinch, let out a muffled cry as your eyes snapped open. You eyes snapped down to your breast, spotting the thick nipple clamps. Stiles’ fingers then pressed a little button on top of each of them, turning them on. You jolted back slightly at the weird feeling, but you didn’t have much time to give much of a reaction, because Stiles pushed your shoulders forward, which forced your face into the sheets, your butt sticking up in the air; You were basically doing the yoga position ‘child’s pose’, but your hands behind your back, and butt more in the air.

You muttered curses to Stiles, which of course only came out as a series of angry grunts. Stiles stopped you from moving your legs from under you by grabbing your calfs, and pushing them slightly farther apart to spread your legs. Turning your head, you eyed Stiles the best that you could from this position, watching as he stood up quickly to take off his pants, then quickly returned back behind you. Stiles picked up the small bottle of cherry lube, popping open the top. You closed your eyes as Stiles let his fingers caress your core gently, before pouring a good amount of lube onto it. You gasped as the coolness of the lube, biting down on the hard candy ball in your mouth as you let out a moan. Picking up the leather flogger , he used it to slowly spread the lube around your core, smacking it against your folds a few times. Your fist clenched and your body jerked as you felt Stiles bend down behind you, his tongue softly licked the lube from your folds, his fingers slowly circling your clit.

Lifting your ass higher, you tried to push back into Stiles’, trying to get more pressure. He chuckled as you let out a low groan, using his free hand to grip your hip, forcing you to stay in place. He continued to lap at your core, his fingers slipping into you for only a few seconds, before he pulled them back out, making you whimper. You yanked at the cuffs on your wrist, desperately wanting to dig your hands into the sheets.

“We’re definitely using this again,” Stiles muttered, holding the cherry lube in his hand as he looked at the label. You cried out desperately, shaking your ass some to get his attention. He looked down at you, with a small smirk, letting the bottle drop out of his hand as he grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly.

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you,” he chuckled, before moving closer. Holding the handle of the flogger with his teeth, he let his hand slide up and down his erection a few times, while you whimpered impatiently. Smirking from behind the flogger in his mouth, he slowly positioned his length at your entrance, using it’s head to rub your folds for a few more seconds, before slowly entering you. You pushed your face into the sheets as he filled you, letting out quiet moans.

“Fuck,” Stiles muttered from around the flogger, as he pushed into you agonizing slow. Breathing deeply out of your nose, you groaned lowed as he fully entered you, staying in place to let you adjust.

Just as you were about to nod for him to continue, the door suddenly burst open, making you cry out and try to cover your naked body, which was unsuccessful due to your hands being cuffed behind your back.

“Shit!” Stiles gasped, the flogger dropping out of his mouth as he scrambled to cover you. Turning your head to the door, you saw the whole pack standing at the doorway, all staring, shocked.

“Out!” Stiles yelled, desperately trying to unlock your wrist from the cuffs. After taking a second to gather herself, Lydia stepped forwards, before pushing everyone out. Burying your face into the covers, you felt your eyes well up with tears from pure embarrassment as Stiles finally uncuffed your wrist. As you pulled the ball-gag from your mouth, you could hear the pack all talking loudly from beyond the door.

“What was that!?” Liam asked loudly, sounding astonished.

"Did she have a ball-gag?” Scott questioned, sounding just as shocked as Liam.

"I didn’t know Stiles was into that…” Lydia muttered loudly.

"That definitely was not plain old ‘vanilla sex’,” Malia chuckled, making you groan in embarrassment.

“Definitely not plain old ‘vanilla sex’,” Malia chuckled, making you groan in embarrassment.

“I can hear you!” You yelled out as you scrambled to put on clothes, glancing over at Stiles, who wore a small apologetic smile.

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Hi I was wondering if you got my Garrett Douglas x reader request????

Yes I did! I will be starting it tonight, and it will most likely be done by the 16 or 17

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continue on from your last imagine: everyone's reactions to finding out just how kinky Stiles' is :)

Queued for March 14, at 5pm est!

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Could you make an imagine of being best friends with Peter Rumancek but then you try to distance yourself from him cause you caught feelings for him. He won't leave you alone till you tell him why you've been push out him away. You tell him and tells you he feels the same way. You guys make out.

Queued for March 10 5pm est! So sorry for the wait!

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Imagine: Finding Out You’re Pregnant, So You Try To Leave Beacon Hills. (Part 3)

Peter Hale x Reader ____________________________________________________________________

Humming, your eyes scanned the flyer in your hands, crossing your legs as you sat behind your desk. Officers were scattered around you, doing their work as you sat soundlessly behind your new desk. In your hands was a flyer from the school, encouraging parents to come to the small ‘activity fair’ (Daughter’s/n) class would be having. It was just going to be a few hours filled with activities that both the child and parents would enjoy together. Smiling, you wrote down a reminder on a sticky note, before sticking it on the corner of your desktop computer in front of you. Lightly tapping the keys on your keyboard, you glanced around your desk, trying to find something to do.

“Hey,” a voice called from in front of you, making you look up. Jordan Parrish stood in front of you, giving you a small smile, holding out a brown paper bag. Furrowing your eyebrows, you gave a small smile before grabbing the paper bag from him.

“Anything exciting happen on your patrol?” You asked as you put the paper bag off to the side, saving it to give to (D/n) when she got out of school. Jordan shook his head, his eyes scanning the room behind you, his fist propping his head up as he leaned on the counter. Just as you were about to ask another question, a phone ringing made your eyes snap to the landline beside your desktop. Your eyebrows furrowed for a second when you saw the light wasn’t blinking, only to realize the ringing was coming from your cellphone. Taking your cell from your bag that sat at your feet, you felt your heart drop when you saw the number from the school.

“Hello?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard a child’s cry sound loudly in the background. A voice tried to console the crying child, before turning back to the phone.

“Ms. (L/n), I’m so sorry, but do you think you can come down to the school? (D/n) has been crying nonstop for the past hour, and won’t come out of the supply closet,” The female teacher said, before she tried to console your daughter once again.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” you said, before hanging up. Jordan looked at your worriedly as you quickly packed your things.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, standing straight as you came from around your desk, walking past him.

“Something’s wrong, (D/n) has been crying nonstop in class for the past hour, and she hid in the closet. She only does that when she’s terrified,” you muttered, as you walked up to Sheriff Stilinski’s office, knocking twice before poking your head in. After explaining the situation to him, he let you have the rest of your shift off, which was only a few more hours. Thanking him, you hurried over to the front door, heading down the sidewalk. Your cursed to yourself when you remembered that you didn’t drive to work today, instead had opted to walk since it was a nice day out. Before you could start trekking your way down to the school, a hand grabbed your wrist, making you spin around.

“Let me give you a ride to the school,” Jordan said, pulling you over to his police cruiser.

“Thank you so much,” you said, getting into the passenger seat. He nodded, before starting up the car. The two of you sat in silence as he drove you to the small preschool, your legs bouncing up and down anxiously as you wondered what could have scared (D/n) so much. Jordan put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you a weak smile as he glanced from you back to the road. You nodded, taking a few deep breaths. You were glad Jordan was around, he was like a brother to you. Your eyes scanned the road in front of you, seeing the preschool come into view.

“I’ll wait here while you go get (D/n), then I’ll drop the two of you home,” he said as he pulled up in front of the building. You thanked him once again before hopping out of the car, and speed walking into the building, finding your daughter’s class with ease. Poking your head in, you saw a bunch of little kids off to the side, listening as an elderly lady read them a story. Stepping further into the class, a quiet sob caught your attention, making your gaze snap to the other side of the room, spotting a lady in her 40s kneeling at the door to a room, talking quietly. You hurried over that way, stepping behind your daughter’s teacher, and in front of the door. Your daughter was curled into a ball, sobbing into her knees.

“(D/n),” You said quietly kneeling down, grabbing the little girl’s attention. Her head shot up as she tossed herself towards you.

“M-Mommy!” She cried out, gripping onto your shoulder, burying her face into the crook of your neck. You hushed her, standing back up. Looking down at the teacher, you could see a sympathetic look on her face. You mouthed ‘thank you’ to her, carrying your daughter out of the classroom. Once far enough into the hallway, you set her down in front of you, kneeling down to her height.

“What happened, sweetie?” You asked, wiping her tears. She took a few staggered breaths, her bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“H-He was here…” she muttered, looking down at the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as you tilted her face up with your finger.

“Who was here?”

“T-The angry man! H-He was here!”

“What angry man?”

“The scary man that yell at Mommy!” She cried out, attaching herself to you once again as she let out loud sobs, her body shaking in fear. Your jaw clenched as you finally realized who she was talking about. You picked her back up, and stood straight, heading outside. You could feel your rage boiling up inside you, but you didn’t want (D/n) to see that you were so angry. Rubbing her back as you walked, a voice called out from behind you, making you stop.

“(Y/n),” Peter called, standing about 30 feet away. You daughter cried out at the sound of his voice, making you tighten your grip on her as you turned around to glare at the man. You opened your mouth to yell at him, but a different voice cut you off.

“Is everything okay?” Jordan asked, coming to stand next to you. You shook your head, loosening your grip on your daughter.

“Sweetie, let Uncle Jordan take you to the car,” you said to your daughter, your eyes never leaving Peter’s figure. Your daughter reluctantly let go, reaching her arms out to Jordan, who took her with a curious glance at you. You flicked your wrist, telling Jordan to go to the car. After watching Jordan leave with (D/n), you returned your glare to Peter. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked on where Jordan took your daughter.

“Stay the fuck away from my daughter,” you seethed, trying to control your anger since you were in front of a preschool. Peter’s eyes locked on yours, his gaze softening. “You fucking scared her today, what the hell were you doing?”

“I have to make sure she’s okay,” he muttered, stepping closer to you.

“I can protect her just fine,” you hissed. Peter nodded in agreement, but still shrugged his shoulders.

“I know that, but you do understand that she’s half werewolf right? What are you going to do when she first shifts? How will you teach her to control it? How are you even going to know the symptoms young werewolves have before their first effective full moon?” He questioned. You felt your shoulders deflate some, as you tried to think of a response. You knew he was right. The only other werewolves you were close to was the McCall pack, and you knew he wouldn’t know anything about a young born werewolf.

“She needs me,” he muttered desperately.

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Peter felt his chest tighten as he waited for your response. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself from kneeling in front of you and begging you for forgiveness. Hope flooded his body as you finally turned your gaze away from him, your shoulders deflating. He took this chance to walk closer to you, standing a few feet away.

“Please, let me see her,” he muttered, watching as your jaw clenched and you nodded. He felt his knees almost go out from under him as he was overwhelmed with joy. He let out a relieved breath as he run both his hands through his hair, tears of joy almost spilling from his eyes.

“It’s her choice, though,” you muttered, making Peter look at you confused. “You can come over for dinner tonight. If she wants to be around you more, then you are aloud to be around with my permission first. If not, I want you to leave us alone, Peter.”

Peter nodded his head frantically, happy that he has a chance to make it up to both of you. Peter listened as you told him what time to show up at your house, before you walked away. He watched your figure walk further and further away from him, before he turned and jogged towards his car.

“Okay, I need toys,” he muttered to himself as he tried to remember where the nearest toy store was.

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“It’s okay (D/n), he won’t hurt you. We were just mad, that’s all,” you cooed to your daughter, who continued to give reluctant glances towards the door, where Peter should be entering in a few minutes. “It’s your choice if he stays around, okay? But you have to give him a chance, he’s your father.”

“I don’t want a father!” She cried out, stomping her feet making you let out a deep sigh. “I don’t wanna leave you!”

“He isn’t going to take you! You are going to stay with me forever, okay? He just want to meet you, give him a chance, okay sweetie?” You asked, making her nod. Giving her a smile, you reached out, tickling her sides, causing her to burst out in a fit of loud giggles.

“Rawr!” You yelled playfully, gently pouncing on her so she laid back on the floor with you over top of her, tickling her sides more. She yelled gleefully, squirming to get away from you. A doorbell cut the two of your laughs off, making your gaze shift over to the front door. You sat up from your position, as (D/n) glanced at the door, then back to you. Standing up, you made your way over to the door, opening it to reveal Peter standing there nervously, a small plush wolf in his hand.

“Come in,” you said, opening the door more. Peter nodded, walking in and looking around, a small smile on his face, as if he was remembering all the memories this house held. Your eyes scanned the room, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to see where (D/n) had went. You let out a light chuckle when you saw her peek out from her hiding spot behind the couch, eyeing Peter curiously.

“(D/n), come here,” you said, kneeling down. Peter looked at you curiously, as he looked around the room, trying to spot the young girl. She hesitantly shuffled from behind the couch, rushing to your side. Her big (e/c) eyes gazed up at Peter, who immediately got down to his knees, giving her a small smile as he held out the push wolf. (D/n) slowly reached out, and grabbed it, a small smile on her face.

“What’s his name?” She asked quietly, looking at Peter, who looked panicked for a second.

“Uh, Ralph?” he said, making it sound more like a question rather than a statement. She nodded, hugging ‘Ralph’ to her chest.

“(D/n), this is Peter, your father,” you spoke up, making her nod and glance back up at Peter.

“Hi dad…” she muttered quietly, before running off to the other side of the room, where all her toys laid spread out.

“…Hi,” he muttered, staring at her in awe, his eyes filled with love. You swallowed, looking away from him before he caught you staring. Standing up, you brushed your hands on your pants, before clearing your throat, catching Peter’s attention, who stood up as well.

“Dinner’s almost done. Why don’t you try and get to know her, while I go finish it,” you said with a small smile, before heading into the kitchen.

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Peter took a deep breath, shaking out his hands as he hyped himself up to begin talking to his daughter. He cracked his neck, before slowly shuffling over to her, squatting down on the side of her. She glanced up at him, before handing him the small wolf plush.

“Wanna play Little Red Riding Hood?” She asked giving him a wide smile. Peter felt his heart flip, as he nodded enthusiastically, taking the toy from her small hands. He watched in awe as she explained in a very childish way, the story of Little Red, adding some random bits into the story, like a talking pig, and Little Red being a princess. Movement in the corner of his eye made him shift his gaze, seeing you stand in the doorway. He gave you a big smile.

“Thank you,” he mouthed, before turning back to your daughter, and continuing to play.

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Requested by: Anon

Imagine: Everyone Thinking Stiles Is Innocent, But He’s Really Kinky In Bed

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning(s): Smut!, handcuffs, blindfolded, fingering/oral, sex

A/N: Sorry for this taking so long! It’s midterms week, plus it’s that time of the month, so I’ve been busy/not feeling well. ____________________________________________________________________

“What movie are we going to watch?” Kira called from your kitchen, asking loudly over the scuffled sounds that were made as you helped Malia move the couch, making enough space to lay out a few blankets on the floor. Huffing, you wiped your forehead as you glanced around the room, all the furniture pushed aside, Lydia spreading a few thick blankets out for y'all to lay on. Lydia’s choice of pajamas was a little questionable, seeing as it was a dark blue shirt nightgown, but you brushed it off, knowing Lydia wanted to look good, even while she slept; unlike her, you opted to wear a pair of sweatpants, and a tank top.

“Whatever looks interesting on Netflix,” Malia said, throwing an armful of pillows around, before flopping down on one. Shaking your head, you let out a small chuckle as you grabbed a discarded throw blanket on off the couch, before sitting down on the right of Malia, who was wearing one of your shirts, and a pair of sweatpants. Kira walked into the room, wearing a tank top and plaid pajama shorts, carrying a big bowl of popcorn in one hand, the other carrying an armful of drinks. Grabbing a drink from her, you opened it as she sat down in between Malia and Lydia, placing the bowl of popcorn in front of her.

“So, before our movie night begins, I want to talk about something,” Lydia announced, scooting over so she could face the three of you, Kira taking a sip of her sofa with a raised eyebrow. “Kira, we all want to know how the Alpha is in bed.”

Kira choked on her soda, her eyes darting around, catching everyone’s look. You shrugged your shoulders, nodding, telling Kira that you were curious as well. A soft beep made you glance down at your phone, spotting that Stiles had sent you a text. Unlocking your phone, you clicked on the notification without looking at it, instead looking at Kira, who gulped loudly.

“U-Uh, h-he’s um… he’s pretty gentle most of the time. Sometimes he loses control, but that almost never happens…” she stuttered out, her cheeks flushing red as she stared at the floor. Lydia groaned, throwing her head back.

“Ugh, really?” Lydia groaned out in unamusement, as you finally looked to see what Stiles had messaged.

What are you wearing?

Rolling your eyes at the cliche conversation starter, you quickly shot him a text saying you were wearing your normal pajamas, and making sure to state that other people where around you.

“That’s something I would expect to hear about Stiles! Not Scott!” Lydia said with a eye roll. Taken aback, you furrowed your eyebrows at her, wondering where she would get an idea like that.

“She’s right. We all know Stiles is probably the most cliche guy in bed,” Malia mumbled from her spot on the floor, her eyes already shut as she dozed off. Another little beep from your phone made your eyes shoot down to it, getting a small glimpse of what it said.

Imagine if I was there. I’d drag you into…

“Do you disagree with me?” Lydia asked, making your gaze snap up to her. Your eyes darted towards your phone, back to her, then back to your phone your tongue got tied.

“Um…” you muttered, as you grabbed your phone to see the rest of the text.

…your bedroom, and force you onto the bed. You’d moan as I tied your hands to your bedpost…

“Just admit that you and Stiles have the most plain, vanilla sex there is! You probably do it missionary style,” Lydia said playfully, making Kira giggle. You let out a small chuckle acknowledging what she said, but continued to look at your phone as Stiles sent text after text describing his fantasy.

…I’d push your shirt up, grabbing your breast, while my mouth would suck on your nipples, my fingers would caress all the love bites that cover your body from our previous rounds of sex.

Gulping when you finished the first wave of text, you discreetly glanced around, noticing that while you read, Lydia and Kira decided to lay down, using the tv remote to pick out a movie on Netflix to watch; Malia’s soft snores sounding from next to you, alerting you that she had already fell asleep. Shifting slightly in your seat, you rubbed your thigh together, as you couldn’t help but imagine everything that Stiles had said. A ding caught you attention, making you raise your phone to your face in anticipation

I’m making you horny aren’t I? I can help with that.

Puzzled, you stared at the phone in question for a second, before replying to him, asking how he would help. Putting your phone down in your lap, you scanned the dark room, before peering over to Lydia and Kira, who was watching an early episode of Grey’s Anatomy intensely. Your gaze slid over to the tv screen for a few minutes, watching as Grey tried to decide whether or not to let two of her co-workers/friends, room with her. Seeing your phone screen light up from the corner of your eyes, you looked down at it.

Come to your room. Now.

Your mouth dropped, as your gaze shot to your stairs, only seeing darkness. You briefly wondered how your boyfriend had gotten into you room, but knowing him, he probably scaled the side of your house and climbed through a window. You bit your lip, looking at Kira and Lydia, wondering how you would play off going upstairs. An idea popped into your head, you hand reaching out for your forgotten can of soda, grabbing it, and putting it up to your lips. Trying to not look suspicious, you ‘accidentally’ spilt the drink down your entire front.

“Shit!” you gasped, shooting up from your seat as you held your arms out. Lydia and Kira’s head snapped to you, both of the, laughing as you fake glared down at your soaked shirt and sweats.

“I-I’m gonna go take a quick shower and change,” you said, mentally cursing to yourself as you stuttered at first.

“Well, go,” Lydia said, shooing you off with a flick of her wrist. You quickly shot across the room and up the steps, speeding into your room. Bursting into your room, your eyes scanned the darkness for a few seconds, not spotting any movement. A shiver ran down your spine as you took another step into your room, you curtain blowing in the breeze that entered through your open window. Pretending to not know that Stiles was hiding behind your door, you stepped into the middle of your room, tilting your head to look out the window. Letting out a fake gasp of surprise as Stiles quietly wrapped his arms around your waist, you leaned back against him as he placed gentle kisses on your neck.

After closing your door, he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you over to your bed. He fell back, with you over top of him, locking your lips together in a heated kiss. His hands roamed your body, his fingers running down your sides, then grabbing your butt. Suddenly, he flipped the two of you over, so you were now on the bottom. He leaned back, stripping his shirt as you scooted closer the the headboard of your bed, staring hungrily at Stiles’ figure. With a smirk, he leaned forward, his lips finding your neck, as his hands traveled down your shoulder, before taking a firm grip on your wrist, pulling them above your head.

Letting out a soft moan, you leaned your head back as he trailed kisses down your neck, and to the low collar of your tank top.

Clank!

You jumped as you realized that your wrist were now handcuffed to your headboard. Yanking it, you let out a grunt of displeasure when it didn’t give.

“Stiles!” You whisper-yelled at the boy who laid on top of you, in between your legs, who gave you a wide smirk.

“I said I was going to tie you up, didn’t I?” He whispered seductively into your ear. “You know I love it when you’re all bound up, and in my control.”

He yanked up your still sofa covered shirt, his lips attaching to one of your nipples, the other being slightly tugged by his fingers on one hand. Bending your knees, you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips to grind against him. He groaned into your breast, his free hand reaching down and into his pocket.

“I have a little surprise…” he muttered, leaning back once again digging into his pocket.

“Stiles, I swear if it's…” you hissed, making him raise his hands in defense, a black piece of fabric dangling from his fingers

“No! It’s not any toys, I know you didn’t like them last time!” He chuckled, stretching the fabric between his fingers, before lifting it up to your face, covering your eyes. “Let’s test your senses.”

“If this ends up like the time we tried that position you found online…” you mumbled, earning a fake gasp from him.

“Hey! I thought the Snow Angel position was going to work!”

Rolling your eyes at his response, you closed your eyes behind the blindfold. Stiles hands once again drifted down your body, pulling down you sweats, and your damp panties.

“Up,” he commanded, slapping your hips lightly. You obediently lifted your hips, letting him drag your pants down to your ankles, then completely off. Your bed dipped slightly, then rose as Stiles stood from your bed. You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, making you bit your lip in anticipation. You bed once again dipped under his weight as he placed himself somewhere in between your legs. His breath fanned your inner thigh, as you yanked at the cuffs holding your wrist up, desperately wanting to run your fingers through his soft hair.

Stiles placed featherlight kisses starting at your inner knee, traveling lower and lower to your core. You let out a breathy moan as he kissed your cores lips, his tongue soon finding your clit. His tongue swirled around the nub, your hips jerking forward to get more of his mouth on you. His fingers rubbed your wet folds, before he slid a finger in, curling it

“Please Stiles…” you whimpered, pulling on the cuffs, making them rattle. He stopped his assault on your core, making you whine as you felt his hot breath so close.

“No. I’m in control, I do what I want,” he growled lowly, before attacking your core ferociously once again, making your breath catch in your throat. His fingers slid in and out at a fast pace, as his mouth sucked on your clit. Your mouth fell open as you pushed your hips up, wanting more. More fingers, more tongue, everything. You just wanted more.

He suddenly pulled back, making you cry out at the lost of touch. Just as you were about to beg him to come back, you felt a hard pressure against your fold, before his cock slowly pushed into you. His lips found your neck as he slowly rocked into you. Trying to match his pace, you slowly rocketed your hips into his, meeting him for each slow thrust. His fingers traveled up your arms, and to your wrist. Much to your surprise, you felt the cuffs on your wrist loosen, but before you could pull your hands down, he started thrusting into you at a fast pace. You reached under his arms, before locking onto his shoulders from behind, using your grip to keep you from banging your head on the headboard.

“Fuck…” Stiles groaned as he rammed into you, his lips sucking bruises onto your neck. Raking your fingernails down his back, you scratched long lines down it, the thin wounds being accompanied by scabs from scratches you made the night before. Stiles reached one had down in between the two of you, rubbing your clit as his thrust became more erratic, varying in pace and strength of his thrust. Gasping, you gripped his shoulders once again, digging the nails inside, making him hiss.

“I’m gonna…” Stiles groaned, his pace quickening for a few thrust, before you felt him explode inside you. His hand quickly covered your mouth, muffling the scream that you let out as your orgasm washed over you; your legs shaking violently with its power. After riding out your orgasm for a minute, you let go of Stiles’ shoulders, flopping backwards. You felt him pull out of you, before laying down next to you, pulling you into his side as you took off the blindfold. He stared lovingly into your (E/c) eyes, raising a hand to let one of his fingers stroke your jaw, as your closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“How was that? Did you like the cuffs and blindfold?” He questioned softly, his hand drifting down your jaw, across your side, and down to your lower back, where he rubbed small soothing circles.

“It was fun. Maybe next time we can save up to buy a sex swing I saw online. It looked like fun,” you muttered back, snuggling into his side as he pulled the covers that were bundled up next to you, over the both of your naked bodies.

“A sex swing?” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t ask,” you muttered, before remembering what the girls had said earlier. “Can you believe the girls thought we had plain, boring sex?”

“Really? I would have thought by now, that they would have realized that the chains we use on newbies, were already kind of worn out when I first lent it to them,” he chuckled. “May we should “accidentally” leave the door open the next time we get really kinky.”

[xotwsm]

Do you know the show Charmed would you do imagines of them? I love your writing.

Are you talking about the early 2000s show with the witches Phoebe, Piper, and the rest? If so, I used to watch it a LONG time ago, and no, sorry I wouldn't remember enough about it, to write for them!