#chris argent x reader smut

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Hello I have a question do you do requests if you can you do one of Chris Argent is dating Lydia's older sister of 23 years old and they are in the woods standing guard and form one moment to the next they are having a smut moment ( if you do ) and she finds out she is pregnant

Loveeeee the idea, I tried my best lol. Lydia’s sister is human but knows about the supernatural and she’s going to college to become a lawyer. In this Y/N is 23 and Chris is 38, so there is a 15 year age gap.

I hope you enjoy it Anon!!

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The darkness of night settles on the woods leaving the only light to be provided by the full moon and the stars that are breaking through the trees. The only noise is the occasional chittering squirrels and a few different birds squawking and if you focus the calm even breaths of two different people.

“So, why exactly are we standing around in the middle of the woods together?”

Chris looks at me and raises an eyebrow, "To stand guard incase that omega comes back through the territory."

I snort, "I know that part. I meant, why are we out here together? I didn't think you liked me. You always avoid me so I'm just a little surprised you would willingly spend time with me."

His ever-present frown deepens as he takes a few steps coming closer to me with each one, "Y/N, I don't dislike you, it's just that you, well, it's a little complicated to explain."

I cross my arms and raise and eyebrow, "Are you telling me I made the, Chris Argent speechless?"

The corner of his lip ticks up just a little before falling back into his frown, "No, I just don't think you'd appreciate what I have to say, or understand it."

I furrow my eyebrows and shrug, "Lay it on me, I'm on my last year of law school, I think I have a pretty good understanding. That and I don't know what on earth you could say that I wouldn't 'appreciate' as you like to say." I put air quotes around appreciate before sending a small smile his way hoping he'd finally tell me why he treats me like the plague 98% of the time.

He closes his eyes and looks up to the sky deciding whether to speak before he finally looks at me, "You make me feel things I shouldn't feel for a 23 year old kid, things I haven't felt since my wife died, and even then it wasn't this strong."

My eyes widen in surprise because out of a thousand and one theories I had, that never once crossed my mind, but I'm not mad about it, I've liked Chris ever since I met him but I didn't think he would ever feel the same way.

I swallow around the lump in my throat trying to stutter out a response, "Oh-okay, well, that was not one of my theories. I'm not mad about it though, other than the part where you called me a kid."

Much like mine did, his eyes widen before he speaks, "You shouldn't be okay with this and to me you are a kid, you're fifteen years younger than me. You're only six years older than my daughter. It's wrong on so many levels."

I take a step closer to him until I'm only about a foot away from him before softly speaking, "What if I don't mind? What if I told you I felt the same way? What if I don't care about the age gap?"

"That doesn't change the fact that I'm fifteen years older than you. So many people would have problems with it."

"Maybe people would have issues with it, but why does it matter to us. I'm 23, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I know what I want, and I want you."

In the blink of an eye my back is pushed against the bark of a tree as Chris's arms cage me in with a hand on either side of my head. My breath catches in my throat as I look into his lust blown eyes as he whispers, "This is your last chance to walk away. One last time to change your mind. I don't walk away from these things, Y/N. I'm all in and you need to decide if that's what you want."

I let out a small noise as I arch my back to rub against him, "I want it, god I want it."

Without another thought lips are pressed to mine and I'm pushed farther into the tree. I moan when his hands dig into my hips pulling me impossibly closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck. We separate only when we need to breathe and even then his mouth continues planting little kisses across my jaw and down my neck until he hits the sweet spot on the juncture of my neck.

"F-fuck!"

I can feel him smile against my sweet spot before he gently bites, careful not to leave any marks but hard enough that I could feel it.

I throw my head back against the tree and cup the back of his head with my hand as his hands find their way under my shirt and up my ribcage, "Can I take it off?"

I hum as I nod, "Mhmm, take whatever you want off. This is me giving consent for you to do whatever the hell you want from here on out."

Like that snapped something in him our clothes start disappearing and before long we were both naked with one of my legs hitched around his waist as our tongues fight for dominance.

The hand that isn't holding my thigh against his hip is slowly getting lower and closer to where I crave him. I whine and wiggle, "Chris, please."

His mouth, which is now on my collarbone hums against my skin as his deep gravely voice speaks, "What do you want, Baby?"

I grab a handful of his hair and tug him back to look at me before half begging and half demanding, "Fuck me. I want it. I want you and the thought of you inside me is causing me to fucking drip, so please, please, please, fuck me."

He growls before kicking my right leg, the one not wrapped around his waist, so that he had easier access to my core. I shiver as a cool breeze blows against the sensitive area before shuddering as his cock brushes my clit, "H-holy s-sh-shit."

I'm not usually this sensitive but unlike my sister I haven't had sex for over a year. Luckily she's only sleeping with one guy and I have a feeling this one's gonna last a long, long time. God bless, Stiles, he must have the patience of a saint for dealing with her.

My thoughts are quickly brought back to the here and now when Chris thrusts into me with little to no warning. I let out a cross between a whine and a moan as he hits my g spot on the third thrust. He smirks as he brushes my hair out of my face, "There it is. Come on pretty girl, sing for me." He enunciates his words with a hard thrust that has me moaning for him.

I whine and dig my nails into his shoulders as he groans, "Fuck, this is better than I ever could have imagined. How long you gonna last, Sweetheart? I can't imagine it's too long, you're already quivering."

I whimper and squeeze around him earning a delicious sounding moan from his lips. I surge forward and kiss him before pulling back just enough to whisper, "So close, feels 's good."

He smirks before pulling me back into a heated kiss never slowing his thrusts. Just when I thought I couldn't feel anymore pleasure there's suddenly a thumb tracing figure eights on my clit eliciting a gasping moan as my manicured nails drag down from his shoulders to his biceps leaving behind red lines with little specks of blood along his skin.

He pulls back from the kiss and manages to get out a question around his heavy breaths, "Where do you want me?"

I pull him closer and pant, "In-inside, on, on the pill. Mm, fuck, I'm so close."

He grabs my other leg around the thigh before hoisting me up to completely wrap around him. When my back slams back into the tree I can barely register the pain because it feels like his thrusts got ten times deeper and he's kissing my cervix with his cock just enough to send pleasure coursing through my veins.

I throw my head against the tree as my legs start to shake, "C-Chris, I'm c-cumming."

The pressure on my clit increases as his dick twitches, "Come on Baby, cum for me."

I open my mouth in a silent scream as my orgasm crashes over me followed by Chris'. He rides us through our highs before his thrusts stop and he leans his forehead against my shoulder. As I'm coming back to earth I notice a flash of two blue eyes in the distance.

My breath catches in my throat and Chris looks at me in worry but I gently whisper, "Omega, behind you in the bushes." His eyes widen as he processes what I said before he slowly and gently pulls out of me and sets my feet on the ground. Once he's sure I can stand on my own he slowly bends down to pick up the pistol with wolfsbane bullets that he laid by the tree.

It all happens in a blur one minute Chris is picking up his gun, the next I'm yelling at him because the omega is running at him, and then there's a gunshot followed by the unmistakable growl of a wolf before his body hits the ground with a dull thud.

He turns and runs to me gently grabbing my arms, "Are you okay?"

I turn to him and give him a quick kiss, "I'm perfect. Coulda done without the bloodthirsty omega but other than that, it was perfect."

He pulls back with a chuckle and kisses my cheek, "God, you're the perfect woman. Come on let's get dressed before I call Scott."

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It's been about a month since the night in the woods with Chris and we've been seeing each other ever since. I don't head back to college for another month so we decided we would wait for a little bit and see if it's going to go anywhere before we tell anybody.

Lydia being Lydia and a nosy little sister figured out I was seeing someone within a week and has been trying to figure it out on her own. Luckily, Stiles, who I'm seriously contemplating replacing Lydia with, has taken on the role of distracting Lydia to get her off my back.

However, he can't always be around which led to the stare down currently happening in my bedroom, "Lyds, just drop it already. I'm not telling you."

She narrows her eyes and stomps her foot like a toddler, "Why not? I'm your sister, you're supposed to give me these details. I told you about Jackson, and Aiden, and that one other dude, and then Stiles."

I roll my eyes before scoffing, "I also remember telling you when you started dating Jackson, Aiden, and that one other dude, that it wouldn't work and you were going to marry Stiles. And look where you are now. Also, he is such a sweet sarcastic boy isn't he. You know you should really go call him, maybe fight over baby names again, see if you can get him to cave and name your first son Jasper."

She blushes at the mention of marrying Stiles and turns a darker shade of red at the mention of baby names, "You heard that?"

I nod once and smirk, "I'm just saying, you could do a lot worse, sometimes I contemplate replacing you with him but that's because he doesn't stick his nose in my business."

She huffs and rolls her eyes, "Fine, if you want to get brutally murdered by some stranger or get a raging STD you go ahead, see if I care."

I stand and gently yet forcefully push her out the door, "Goodbye, Lydia. Thanks for stopping by but go back to your room and text Stiles or something."

She huffs, "Whatever, maybe I'll just call Allison and see if she wants to hang out or something."

I stiffen at the mention of my boyfriend's daughter before nodding, "Uh, y-yeah, you do that I'm gonna go down and make lunch."

Not even ten minutes later Lydia comes prancing down the stairs and stops abruptly when she sees me, "What the hell is that?"

I look down at the island before looking back up and shrugging, "Peanut butter and pickle sandwich."

Her mouth drops, "Haven't you been throwing up the last couple days? Why the hell would you eat pickles and peanut butter together?"

I shrug before taking a bite, "I feel better."

She blinks and then squeaks, "You don't even like pickles and you aren't a huge fan of peanut butter either. Are you sure you're okay?"

I wave her off before walking towards the couch to watch Spongebob, "I'm fine. I assume you're going out with Allison so be careful and have fun."

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Lydia's POV

"Allison I swear she's being all secretive and it's weird."

Allison shrugs before taking a sip of her sweet tea, "Maybe she really likes the dude and wants to see if it's serious before she says anything, or maybe she's just having a summer fling and doesn't see why she should tell you."

I shake my head and set my fork down, "No, you don't get it. Ever since I was little we were always open and honest with each other, she has always told me about boyfriends, and hookups, one night stands, or summer flings. It just isn't like her. What if he's a criminal or like a pedophile or something?"

Allison roles her eyes before patting my hand in a reassuring manner, "Relax, I highly doubt she's dating a pedophile, more than likely she's probably dating someone older and doesn't want to say anything because she's worried you and everyone else won't approve."

I perk up and smile, "Yeah, yeah that makes sense. That definitely sounds like something Y/N/N would do." I frown as a thought hits me, "Why would she be worried I wouldn't approve? She could be dating a 50 year old and I wouldn't care as long as he treated her right and she was happy."

Allison just shrugs before digging back into her cheeseburger.

As Allison and I are walking around the mall I stop walking when I see a woman that looks similar to Y/N except her hair is a different color, but that isn't what caught my attention, the huge baby bump is. "Oh my god."

Allison stops and lays her hand on my shoulder, "Lydia, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I tear my eyes off the baby bump before looking at Allison, "Yeah, I just realized that Y/N/N hasn't been feeling good so I was gonna make a stop for her. Do you mind if I go ahead and leave. I feel bad leaving her when she's sick, she was always there for me so I feel it's only fair that I'm there in case she needs something."

Allison smiles and nods, "Yeah, go ahead. Let me know when you get home."

I promise I'll text her before rushing out of the mall and to the small drugstore not far from the house. As I stand looking at all the options they offer for pregnancy tests I huff before grabbing two different kinds just to be sure.

As I'm paying for them the cashier is giving me a once over and I roll my eyes, "They aren't mine, I think my sister might need them. Trust me, no baby for me until after I graduate." She nods and then rings me up before she finally speaks, "Don't know what news your sister wants but I hope she gets the result she wants."

I smile and thank her before speeding home deciding if I get pulled over I'd pull the whole 'do you know who my boyfriend is' card and get out of a speeding ticket.

When I get home I barge into her room holding the bag from the drugstore scaring Y/N. She's on the phone but she hurriedly whispers to the other person on the phone before hanging up.

I throw the bag at her and bite my lip a little nervous, "I think it might be a good idea if you used them."

She tilts her head before looking in the bag and her eyes widen more than I thought possible.

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Y/N's POV

I jump as Lydia bursts through the door before quickly ending the call with Chris. When I look up I get ready to ask her what the hell she's doing when a white bag gets thrown at me.

I look in the bag and feel my eyes widen and my stomach become queasy because, holy shit the symptoms fit, and then holy shit my sister just bought me pregnancy tests and she was with...oh my god, "Did you buy these with Allison?!"

She shakes her head before sitting on the edge of the bed, "No, no of course not. I figured you wouldn't want anyone to know so I ditched her a little earlier than planned telling her you weren't feeling well before stopping at the drug store for you."

I breathe a little easier before realization sets in that I could be pregnant with my little sister's, best friend's father's baby. "Oh god, this wasn't the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. FUCK!"

Lydia jumps a little before laying her hand on my leg, "Hey, it's okay, no matter what the results are I'll support you either way." I nod before asking, "Will...will you stay with me?"

She smiles and nods before pulling me towards the bathroom while i carry the bag in a death grip, "Go ahead and do your thing and I'll wait here for you to be done."

After I come out of the bathroom my hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty because somehow, deep down, I know what the results are and it terrifies me yet excites me and I feel guilty for feeling excited.

Lydia stops my pacing and pulls me into a hug and we stand like that until the timer on her phone goes off. She pulls away from the hug before looking at me, "Do you want me to look at them first or do you want to do it?"

"I-I'll do it, just, can-can you stand with me?"

"Of course."

I take a deep breath grabbing one of the tests in each hand before flipping them over revealing with one revealing a plus sign and a line and the other showcasing the blaring word that reads 'Pregnant.'

I clutch them to my chest before sliding down the wall as I feel sobs start to wrack my chest. Within seconds there's a small hand on my shoulder before a head of red hair is laying on my shoulder as Lydia tries to calm me.

After I've calmed down and we're just sitting in silence I whisper, "How am I supposed to tell him?"

I feel Lydia shift so she's leaning across the sink to look at me, "I don't know. Who is he?"

At her words I feel my tears starting anew, "You're gonna hate me. Oh god, this wasn't supposed to happen like this."

She rubs a hand on my shin as she speaks, "I'm not going to hate you unless you're sleeping with my boyfriend but I know you view him as your little brother so it would be like incest."

I scrunch up my nose and let out a small chuckle before I look down and whisper, "Chris."

And just like that Lydia's touch is gone and she's staring at me with a slack jaw and wide eyes, "C-Chris? Allison's dad Chris?!"

The tears start overflowing again as I nod, "I swear he's not just a hookup." I hiccup as Lydia scrambles to her feet and walks out of the room, "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, it wasn't supposed to go like this."

Realizing Lydia left the room the tears fall harder and the sobs come out quicker and slowly get louder before I can't breathe. I don't process what's going on until I feel someone kneel in front of me and hands cup my cheeks wiping away the tears, "Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad, I promise I'm not mad come on Y/N/N, calm down for me."

I lean into the touch as my breathing turns back to normal and my vision clears I notice that Lydia is kneeling in between my legs with a box of tissues by her knee. After a few seconds my breathing's back to normal and I'm blowing my nose with one of the tissues.

"I'm sorry Lydia. I'm sorry for lying to you and then losing my shit like that."

She shakes her head so hard her hair flies in her face, "No, don't apologize, I'm sorry. I overreacted and I shouldn't have walked away like that. I should have told you I'd be back but I was a little mad and figured a small walk to grab tissues would help me calm down and I realized something, you know what that was?"

I shake my head and she smiles, "I realized that you've been through everything with me, you've sacrificed your happiness for me time and time again. When Mom and Dad were fighting you'd always comfort me and have this brilliant idea to listen to these cool new songs you just found or have a movie marathon so I wouldn't hear them screaming. When it was really bad and you couldn't shut them out anymore you got in between them so that they'd stop. You helped me study for school so I could get good grades and you wouldn't leave for college until I gave you permission and told you that I'd be okay. You love me and you'd give everything up for me and the one time you really needed me I walked away. So, I'm not mad and I'm happy for you because the last few weeks you've been happier than I've ever seen you and it would be wrong of me to take that away from you. I'm sorry and I love you."

I sniffle and pull her into a hug, "I love you too Little Red."

She pulls away and has a dreamy smile on her face, "I call Stiles, Little Red a lot because he runs with the wolves and he always wears this red hoodie, which is like literal magic. It's so soft and it smells like him and it may be my favorite thing ever."

I snort and ruffle her hair, "You're down bad little sis."

She shrugs with a lovesick smile, "And so are you."

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As the minutes tick by Lydia and I don't move from the bathroom floor as I try and process everything. "I don't know how, I'm on birth control."

Lydia hums before asking, "You remember my friend Violet from middle school?"

I nod before Lydia continues, "Well, last year she got pregnant and I know she was on birth control because she had an alarm set for it so she wouldn't miss a dose. When she found out she was pregnant she freaked out and came to me crying because she didn't understand how she could get pregnant because they were so careful. Sometimes birth control doesn't work but if you're keeping the baby I would stop taking it."

I frown, "Wow. I hope she's okay, I really liked Violet, she was a sweet girl."

Lydia nods with a smile grabbing her phone off the sink before scrolling through it and turning it around to me. There was a picture of a smiling Violet holding a baby that looked to be a few months old and in the picture was a boy with dark hair and eyes that matched the baby’s.

Lydia chuckles, "Everything worked out in the end, her and James got married a few months after she found out she was pregnant because her parents and James's parents pretty much disowned them. She was a little upset about it but they got married and moved to New York to live with her grandparents, which are ecstatic to have another little girl to spoil."

I smile and hand the phone back to Lydia, "I want the baby, but I don't know what Chris will say. What if he doesn't want it, what if he's mad at me."

Lydia turns her phone off before setting it on the floor, "Y/N, everything will work out in the end. Just like Violet the beginning will probably be a little rough but in the end you'll be happy."

I let out a deep breath, "Yeah, but what if I don't get the happy ending? My luck I'll get stuck with the crappy ending where everyone hates me and it's just me and the baby."

Lydia snorts before grabbing my hand, "That's not gonna happen, you're going to get a happy ending because you deserve one."

I smile and lay my head on her shoulder before sighing, "I think I'll tell him tonight, just so I can get it over with."

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I put the car in park outside of Chris and Allison's apartment before taking a deep breath, "You can do this Y/N, just calm down."

I take my keys out of the ignition and shove into my purse that also holds the two pregnancy tests, before getting out of the car and walking into the apartment building.

I knock on the door while maintaining a death grip on the strap of my purse before taking a deep breath to prepare myself as I hear footsteps walking towards the door. When the door opens I come face to face with a surprised Allison, “Oh, hi, Y/N! Lydia told me you weren’t feeling well.”

A small yet genuine smile tugs as my lips as I reply, “Oh you know Lydia, she’s overprotective. I have been sick but I’m feeling a little better now. But, uh, I actually came by to talk to your dad about something important, is he here?” I know the answer to the question because I got off the phone with him about an hour ago and he was about to get in the shower then so I know he hasn’t went anywhere.

Allison opens the door a little wider looking a bit worried before stepping to the side, “Yeah, yeah come in. Is this something that is life threatening or just something else?” I lick my lips before forcing a smile, “Oh no, Ally it’s just something else, nothing supernatural right now.”

She nods and leads me into the living room before going down the hall to knock on Chris’s bedroom door, a bedroom door that I have been through more times than I can count and pinned against almost as much. “Hey dad, can you come out here, someone’s here to talk to you?”

There’s a muffled response before the door swings open to reveal Chris dressed in grey sweatpants and a grey t shirt. When he follows Allison into the room he stops and his eyes widen slightly at the sight of me standing in the middle of the living room, no doubt looking like an emotional wreck. “Y/N? I wasn’t expecting you, is everything okay?”

I force a smile and a nod before speaking, “Uh, yeah I hope so. Can we talk, privately, please?”

He ushers me to his office as Allison resumes watching whatever tv show I interrupted her from with my arrival. Chris closed the door and locks it for safe measure before turning to me, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve been through hell.”

I sniffle before apologizing as tears well in my eyes, “I am so, so sorry. I swear I never meant for this to happen, please don’t hate me. Don’t leave me.”

He takes two giant steps forwards before gently grabbing my arms, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. I’m not going to hate you, there’s nothing you could say or do that could make me hate you. Now, deep breaths and then tell me what’s wrong.”

I do as he says and take a deep breath before stepping out of his grasp. I set my purse on the desk so I can dig through it easier before grabbing the two little white sticks that have brought me more emotions in an hour than anything else ever has. With shaky hands I pull them out before walking back over to Chris and handing them to him.

He takes them with confusion on his face before he looks away from my eyes to actually look at them. The moment he realizes what he’s looking at his eyes widen and his hand tightens around the sticks turning his knuckles white.

There’s a beat of silence followed by another before I whisper, “Say something...please.” I can’t stop the tears and emotions from altering my voice as I speak but it seems like it got his attention.

For the first time in what feels like hours, he looks up at me and I can see the start of tears in his eyes. He clears his throat and shifts slightly, “I thought, how? It was only the one time we didn’t...” He doesn’t have to finish what he’s saying because I know what he’s thinking, it was only the time in the woods that we didn’t use protection.

“I know, I’m on birth control, well, I was. I don’t want to hurt the baby so I’m going to stop taking it, but I don’t understand how it happened either.”

There’s more silence before I swallow, “Chris.” He looks at me expectantly so I continue, “I-I, I want to keep it. I don’t know what you want but I’ve always imagined having kids, and although it was never supposed to happen like this I can’t just get rid of them. It’s my child, hell, it’s yours too, but if you ask me to-to get rid of it, I can’t and I won’t.”

His eyes widen and he steps closer so he cup my face with his empty hand, “No, no, I want it too, I want you. I’d be an idiot to get rid of you, and I've always wanted more kids.”

My eyebrows furrow in question because I remember having a conversation with him one night after dinner where he told me that they never tried for other kids after Allison. He seems to pick up on my confusion because he reaches around me to drop the tests back in my purse before pulling me closer to him, “Victoria was the one who didn’t want anymore kids. I however always wanted a big family. A nice house with four or five kids running around, maybe even more, but after Allison was born and Victoria decided she didn’t want anymore kids I thought that I’d never have more kids. Then the craziest thing happened, I met this woman, this strong, beautiful, intelligent woman and it felt like I was given a second chance, and now she’s standing in front of me telling me she’s having my baby.”

I blush as happy tears flow down my face but my heart explodes at his next words, “And I swear to god and any other higher power there might be, that I have never been more in love than I am right now.”

My heart stutters and my stomach fills with a thousand butterflies as I smile and lean into his embrace even more before I respond, “I’ve never been more in love than I am right now either. I want it all with you Chris, the big house and a bunch of kids, I’d love to give you what you’ve always dreamed of.”

He brushes his nose against mine as he whispers, “Baby, you already have.”

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A/N...again: I'm thinking about writing a part two where they tell Allison and maybe even small little milestones of Y/N's pregnancy so let me know if you want a part 2!

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 10

Word Count: 4.3K Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined. Chapter: 10/? A/N: cough cough sorry, dusting off this story after more than a year 😶 honestly, cannot believe it's taken me this long to update this story. So, if there are still any fans of it… Hey!!! I am so sorry for taking forever, but I will absolutely try to keep to my new writing schedule [if you wanna see it, it's on my Tumblr andreafmn]. Thank you to all the peeps that are reading. I hope you enjoy! My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post! 

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Chapter 10

(Y/N) could not help the feeling that took over her. It was a giddy excitement that filled her as she rode back home. She couldn’t quite place it, only knowing what it could be from books she had read and movies she had seen.  

She liked him. She truly liked Derek Hale.  

Derek Hale.  

Derek Hale.  

Derek Hale.  

The name repeated inside her head like a grounding mantra. 

Derek Hale, the werewolf.  

Derek Hale, the alpha.  

Derek Hale, the most wanted man in her family.  

The girl wasn’t afraid of her feelings. Those she could guard, those she could shield from her world. Her emotions weren’t the ones she wanted to keep safe. She wanted to keep Derek safe — keep him safe. Her family had already caused him so much pain. Her own flesh had burned away his family like they were nothing more than insects. The same blood that rushed through her veins had been able to kill a group of innocent people leaving Derek on his own.   

That was what she wanted to protect him from. (Y/N) wanted him shielded from all the horror her family would continue to enforce. When she turned eighteen, she would be able to escape and find a way out of the circle that had forgotten the code of a hunter and had decided that supernatural lives were worthless.  

All they had to do was reach mid-December. Nine months, that’s all they needed. Nine months and they could dive head-first into whatever it was they were feeling. Whatever new adventure life wanted to throw their way.  

“Well, someone seems chipper now,” Isaac teased as (Y/N) balanced her motorcycle on its stand. “I take it things between Derek and you have been fixed?”   

“Something like that,” she chuckled. “We at least put some things on the table.”  

“What does that even mean?” 

Isaac followed her into the house, waiting for her answer. But she simply waltzed through the house, landing in the kitchen. She got a bottle of water and a slice of pizza out of the fridge, eating it without heating it up.  

“(Y/N), just tell me what you meant,” Isaac chuckled as he followed her to the living room. “If this is you being happy, I don’t like it.” 

“There’s not much to say, honestly,” she mumbled. “We just talked.” 

“Give me something here, (Y/N),” Isaac exasperated as he plopped down on the couch next to her. “Judging by the way you’re acting you two did more than just talk.” 

“Ew, Isaac,” (Y/N) gasped dramatically. “Need I remind you that I am a minor.” 

“He’s not that much older than us and you’re only 17 for a couple more months.” 

“9 months to be exact, but who’s counting?” The girl got up from the couch and headed back to the kitchen, dancing around all of her friend’s questions. “You know what this pizza needs? Ranch. It needs some ranch.”  

“(Y/N), why are you avoiding me?” 

“I’m not.”  

“You’ve been skating around the topic since you got here. I just wanna know what’s going on between the two of you.”  

“Truthfully, there’s nothing going on,” she shrugged. “There’s nothing that can go on just yet. Nothing for nine grueling months. Nothing more, nothing less.”  

“What happened a couple of hours ago wasn’t nothing, (Y/N),” he added. “There’s only a few years of difference between you. Are you really telling me you wouldn’t risk it?”  

“I could, Isaac, but not with him,” (Y/N) sighed. “I cannot give my family any ammunition against him. If they ever found out that we were together they would find a way to get the authorities involved and trap him afterward, even if he’s innocent. And that not only would put Derek in more danger, but it would set a target on you and everyone else. I simply cannot do that.”  

“We can protect ourselves, (Y/N).” He rounded the kitchen island, stopping once he was right next to her, and placed a comforting hand on her arm. “You deserve to be happy. I mean, Allison and Scott are making it work. Why can’t you?” 

“Are they making it work?” she questioned. “They sneak around all the time. They have to pretend they hate each other when they’re in school. They can’t admit they’re in love without putting the other in harm’s way. I don’t want that.”  

“So, instead you’re gonna pretend that you feel nothing for him? How is that the better option? In the long run, you’re only hurting yourselves.”  

“And what am I supposed to do, Isaac? What am I supposed to do if you guys get hurt because of a decision I made?  How could I live with myself if my family got their hands on you because of me?” (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. “I can’t do it. I refuse.”  

Isaac remained quiet for a beat, her words sinking into him as every second passed. He understood her need to protect them, the desperation to withhold her wants in order to keep everyone safe. “Is this about Josie?” he whispered, carefully choosing his next words. “Your job is not to protect everyone. At some point, you need to allow yourself to want things for yourself.”  

“I can’t. There are too many lives at risk right now and I won’t let anything happen to any of you if I can help it,” she responded sternly. “I don’t care if it takes a lifetime. If it means that you will all be safe, then I will stay away from him.” 

“You’re as stubborn as they come, (Y/N),” Isaac responded in defeat. He placed his hands on either side of her face, pressing his forehead to hers as he gifted her a smile. “But if you ever change your mind, just let me know. I’ve got your back, Argent.” 

“Thank you, Isaac. I’ve got your back too.” 

“You better,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s go to bed. We’ve got a couple of long days ahead of us.”  

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”  

*** 

School had been uneventful the next day, the only thing that could be felt was the anxious excitement of the students as talk of the secret rave kept spreading. Tickets were already scarce as it was and as more people knew of its existence the harder it would become to get them.  

Thankfully, talk of the rave was strong enough to quiet any whispers of what had transpired in the library. The fact that it had been completely destroyed by supernatural creatures the student body had no idea of had been hidden under the rumor that it had simply been a teenage fight. It was baffling and incomprehensible, yet everyone accepted the answer at face value. At the end of the day, it was simply school property and nothing more interesting.  

“Here you go,” Isaac said after math class was over, slipping (Y/N) a yellow and pink piece of paper. “One ticket for tomorrow night’s secret rave. Courtesy of one Derek Hale.”  

“Is that what you left so early this morning for? I thought they were already sold out!”  

“If there’s one thing I know about Derek it’s that he has connections. And that he’d stop at nothing to stop Jackson.”  

“You mean save,” (Y/N) corrected as she walked by his side to her locker. “We are going to save Jackson.”  

“Yeah, that.”  

“Seriously, Isaac. He’s being controlled by someone else and has no idea of what he’s doing,” she added. Her words were filled with compassion and worry, concerned for a boy that, though despicable, was innocent in the whole ordeal. “Jackson Whittemore might be a whole lot of things, but I know he’s not a killer.”  

“You sound like Scott,” Isaac chuckled. “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever heard more people rally behind that guy since he’s become a sort of murderer.”  

“Everyone deserves a chance,” (Y/N) said. “If they didn’t, I would have cut you off the second you turned into a cocky ass.”  

“Hey, I’ve always been nice to you. It’s other people I don’t like.” 

“Who? Stiles and Scott?” she teased. “Is it because Derek doesn’t like them?” 

“Contrary to popular belief, I can think for myself,” he scoffed lightly. “I don’t like them because they haven’t given me any reason to like them. That could change at any point, but it seems unlikely.”  

“And have you ever even talked to them?”  

“Not exactly,” he shrugged into his seat. “But I don’t really care to talk about that. Tonight, we’re gonna go see Scott’s boss, the vet. Apparently, he can help us catch Jackson tomorrow night. Wanna come with?”  

“I suppose I could. There’s not much happening back home,” she sighed happily. “I think it’s cause my dad’s away.” 

“Well then, we’ll have fun,” he smiled. “Just you, me, Scott, and Derek. What a fun group of people.” 

“I get along fine with everyone,” she returned the smile. “It’s Derek and you that need to learn how to be able to deal with other people.”  

“A couple of weeks ago you couldn’t even say more than five words to them. Now, you’re the biggest team player?”  

“What can I say? I really flourish in a stable environment.”  

“Between kanimas, werewolves, and hunters,” he laughed. “What a stable environment.” 

“At least I’m not moving at the end of the year,” she grinned, slamming the locked door closed. “Now, let’s go eat before we meet the vet. I can’t think on an empty stomach.”  

As the day transitioned into night, Isaac and (Y/N) left her house for Derek’s. It was in moments like those that the Argent girl forgot what her world had turned into. She wasn’t just going over to her crush’s house to admire him from afar as she spent time with her friend. No. She was on her way to pick up an alpha to figure out how to stop a reptilian-shapeshifting teenager.  

(Y/N) had only ever wanted to have a normal life, and for most of it she thought her biggest obstacle was moving every year. In reality, it was the fact that her parents had been secretly training her to become a supernatural hunter. Everything she had been craving was farther from her reach than she could have ever thought.  

Still, she could only deal with one problem at a time. Stopping Jackson was the most pressing matter and that’s what her mind had to focus on. Especially when half of the people she surrounded herself with wanted the boy dead. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stand for that. 

She killed the engine of her motorcycle as Isaac hopped off the back. They were met with a scowling Derek, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. The sight alone had the girl biting back a laugh, finding the façade he wore when others were around to be the most hilarious acting he could do. She had already seen the side of him he so desperately hid from others, and she could not think of him otherwise. 

“Oh, come on, Derek,” Isaac grinned. “There’s no need for jealousy. (Y/N) and I are just friends.”  

“I’m not jealous. How could I be?” he devilishly smiled as he got into his car. “There’s no real competition.”   

“Cool it, boys,” (Y/N) interjected, settling into the passenger seat. “It’s not like there’s much to choose from. We are terribly lacking in the casting department here in Beacon Hills.”   

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Derek grumbled.  

“It means that I have to pick from a really small pool of options,” she said mischievously, a playful grin on her face. “You’re definitely number one. But you’re a close second, Isaac.”   

“Hear that, Derek?” Isaac laughed, peeking his head to the front. “You better play your cards right or I might have a chance.”  

Instead of responding, Derek slammed on the brakes, making Isaac’s seatbelt lock as his body lurched forward, knocking the air out of his lungs. Quietly, he sat back onto his seat, his eyebrows furrowing and his arms crossing across his chest like a child after a tantrum. But all (Y/N) could stare at was the cocky grin that was plastered on Derek’s face.  

“Alright, enough of this pissing competition,” (Y/N) laughed softly. “We have real business to tend to and I don’t wanna be late.”   

“You heard the lady, Derek. Step on it.”   

“Watch it, Isaac.”   

“Guys,” she called their attention, scolding them with her gaze. “Let’s just go.”   

The rest of the short car ride was quiet, filled with the soft hum of the radio and the air blowing out of the A/C. But there were stolen glances and smiles between the people in the front of the car. Their arms rested on the center console, their fingers itching to interlace as they stretched toward each other, neither really giving in.  

One second, they were leaving Derek’s loft, and the next, they were parked in front of the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. Before they could reach the door, Scott was already unlocking it, his face contorted in confusion as he stared at (Y/N) and Isaac.  

“What’s he doing here?” Scott questioned. 

“I need him.”   

“I don’t trust him,” the boy added as he walked back inside.  

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t trust you either,” Isaac said cockily, his mask quickly slipping on.  

“You know what?” the older man said annoyed. “And Derek doesn’t really care.”  

“What about you, (Y/N)?” Scott asked, his tone softening. “Why are you here?”  

“Just along for the ride. But at the end of the day, I’m a good mediator for whatever tension is roaming here.”  

“That won’t be necessary,” Derek quickly said. “Now where’s the vet? Is he gonna help us or what?”   

“That depends,” the doctor answered, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. “Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?”   

Derek answered, “Kill him,” at the same time Scott and (Y/N) responded, “Save him.”   

Both of the teens stared at the alpha, not shocked at his answer but a tad disappointed. Scott had been clear when he agreed to work together, things would be done his way and that meant doing everything possible to rescue Jackson. And if Derek had any doubts, there were none left once Scott reiterated twice that Jackson would be saved.  

Then, and only then, did Dr. Deaton allow the group back into the treatment room. They all stood behind the exam table, following the vet’s every move. He took hold of a tray with neatly arranged vials with symbols on the lids.  

With childlike curiosity, Isaac reached for the glass containers. Only to have Derek snatch his hand away. “Watch what you touch,” he said, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but agree. She had learned rather quickly that when it came to that secret world it was better to air of the side of caution.  

“So, what are you?” the blonde questioned, keeping his hands to himself but ignoring Derek’s reprimand. “Some kind of witch?”   

“No, I’m a veterinarian,” Deaton responded to him before he shifted the conversation to what they were there for. “Unfortunately, I don’t see anything here that’s going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.”  

(Y/N) was intrigued by the man. Even if he claimed to be a mere human, she could tell there was something more to him. There was a powerful energy that emanated from him, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was or what it could mean.  

As the man questioned about the Kanima and the others answered, her mind was deadest of figuring out what the energy she was feeling meant. If he was truly just a human, she was afraid she was losing her mind.  

“Essentially, you’re trying to capture two people,” she heard him say as her brain focused back on the situation at hand. The doctor turned for a second and pulled out a medallion. “A puppet… and a puppeteer,” he explained as he placed the disk on the table. “One killed the husband while the other killed the wife. Do we know why?”   

“I don’t think Jackson could do it,” (Y/N) finally spoke. “His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn’t let the same happen to someone else.”   

“How do you know it’s not part of the rules?” Isaac questioned. “The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wide, then the baby dies too.”  

“Does that mean your father was a murderer?” Scott asked him.  

“Wouldn’t surprise me if he was.”  

Instinctively, (Y/N)’s hand flew to Isaac’s forearm and gave it a comforting squeeze. Even if the man was a horrible human being and had made the boy’s life a living hell, she knew how hard it still was for him to talk about the man.  

“Hold on,” Deaton pondered. “The book says they’re bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn’t coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if…?” he continued as he grabbed a vial of something (Y/N) recognized as mountain ash and drew a circle around the silver medallion. “Something that controls the Kanima also affects its master?”  

“Meaning what?”  

“Meaning we can catch them,” she smiled at the blond. “Both of them. If this theory is right, that means we could get Jackson and whoever is controlling him in the same place.”  

“In theory, it should work,” the doctor added. “But you should plan for all possibilities. Scott, you can come over tomorrow and pick up what supply I have of mountain ash. Hopefully, this plan works.”  

“I hope so too,” the boy added. “So, we’ll meet up tomorrow before the rave to make sure we’re all on the same page. Right, Derek?”   

“Right,” he grumbled. “We’ll see you tomorrow night then.”   

Once everyone had agreed to the plan, Deaton and Scott walked the trio to the door, wishing them a good night and safe travels home. But keeping up their macho bravado and feeding their air of dominance, Isaac and Derek made a beeline for the car rather than return the sentiment. It was childish and petty, but it forced a smile out of (Y/N).  

“I apologize for those two. It seems they have forgotten their manners,” (Y/N) said. “But thank you, Dr. Deaton, for all your help. And thank you, Scott, for everything you’re doing to make sure Jackson comes out of this alive. He may be a shitty guy, but he doesn’t deserve to die.” 

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Scott smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. “And although I cannot say I understand why you’re even in the same presence as Derek Hale, I’m glad you’re there to keep him in line.”  

“Eh, he’s not that tough,” she chuckled. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow. And thank you again, Deaton.”  

“Please, call me Alan.” 

“Then, thank you, Alan.”  

“Get home safe, (Y/N),” Scott called out as she walked to the car.  

“You too, Scott,” she smiled. “We’ll get them tomorrow. Even if it takes everything out of us.”  

As soon as the girl had closed the door of the black Camaro, the car sped out of the parking lot. After such an influx of information and the slightest sliver of hope, silence befell them. The ride was silent, once again filled only with the soft sound of the radio and the blast from the A/C.  

There wasn’t anything more to be said. They either trapped both the kanima and his master, or they would die trying. And it was that sense of dread that kept them mute until they reached the loft where Isaac excused himself to grab a change of clothes.  

(Y/N) walked to Derek’s side, leaning against the car right beside him, enjoying the smoothness of his leather jacket against her. It took every ounce of self-control for them to not deepen the touch, to reach out to one another in seek of comfort.  

“What do you think will happen tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper.  

“Honestly, I have no idea,” he sighed. “If it were up to me…” 

“If it were up to you Jackson would be dead,” she finished sternly. “An innocent life would be taken.” 

“Jackson is not innocent.”  

“Someone is literally calling the shots for him, Derek. He doesn’t even remember what he’s done,” she retorted. “He shouldn’t be faulted for something he is not doing on his own.”  

“I know,” he exasperated. “But he’s still done so many horrible things, even if he doesn’t know it. And he’ll continue to do them if he and whoever is controlling him isn’t stopped.” 

“Just please, Derek.” (Y/N) turned to face him, her eyes desperately searching into the darkness of his. Her hands rested on his crossed arms, the only way she found she could convey the level of her worry. "Promise me you won’t kill him. Do whatever it takes to stop him but kill him.”  

Derek could only sigh at her plea. He could see the desperation behind her eyes, the way they were looking for any sign of deception in his. But he knew he could not lie, at least not to her. “All I can promise is that he’ll remain alive as long as he stays away from you,” he said. “If he does anything to harm you, he is as good as dead.”  

“Derek…” 

“I’m serious, (Y/N). I’d be so much as digs a single claw into you, I will make sure I’m the one to rip his throat out.” 

“Even if we know his venom won’t do anything to me?” (Y/N) blurted. Derek’s eyes grew wide, thinking she would never find out about his transgression. But she had told him that Scott had revealed everything to her, that was just part of the story. “Yes, Scott told me you tested me and Lydia. And at some point, I was everyone’s favorite suspect. What would you do if it had been me? Would you not hesitate to kill me as well?”  

“I never doubted you,” he told her, softly cradling the side of her face. “It was never my intention to test you. You just so happened to shade that piece of candy with Lydia. I knew it could have never been you.” 

“How could you be so sure? You didn't know me, Derek. You still barely know me,” her voice croaked. “So, I'm asking you. If I had been the kanima, would you be advocating this hard to kill me?”  

“Absolutely not.”  

“Then, you shouldn't want to kill Jackson either.”  

“It's not even comparable to how I care for you,” he smiled. “But I promise you, and only you, that I will not kill him.”  

“That's all I can ask for,” she said, returning the warm smile. “And I'm glad to hear you wouldn't have killed me. I think death wishes would really tamper with our chances.”  

“I'm glad it wasn't you then,” he chuckled. “Although, I think we could have made it work. We just would have to make sure your scales were always hydrated.”  

“A kanima and a werewolf,” she laughed. “What a match it would have been.”  

As they laughed in unison, their gazes met under the light of the moon. His green eyes shone brightly as they studied every inch of her face, every so often falling to her lips. He noted the pinkness of the skin and the plumpness. He saw how they trembled slightly whenever his eyes landed on them. He spotted how they parted to allow a deep breath to slip through. 

Oh, how he wanted to taste them. To crash his lips onto hers and savor every second of connection. All it would take was a single move. In less than a second, he could answer every question he had about her mouth.  

So, he slowly leaned in.  

And she did too.  

They were millimeters away from breaking their resolve and throwing caution to the wind. A gust of air and their nine-month pact would be broken. At least, they would have given in to the feeling they most craved for.  

“Welp, ready to go!” Isaac's voice startled them apart. His head was focused on his bag, making sure he had everything he needed, and had no idea he had ruined a moment for the pair. “You think we could stop for some food on the way back? I'm starving again.”  

The duo could only stare at the tall blond, their faces growing red in embarrassment. “What?” Isaac muttered. “Is it too late for food?”  

"It's fine, Isaac,” (Y/N) chuckled at his obliviousness. “We'll get something on the way back. Go start the bike. Let it warm up.” 

“Alright,” he said, easily catching the keys she threw him. “I'll let you two lovebirds say goodbye.” 

Once he was out of sight, the pair laughed quietly. They had once again been interrupted by one of Derek's teenage strays. And once more they had been that close to giving in to their urges.  

“It seems like the universe wants us to wait,” she grinned. “For the record, I really want to kiss you.” 

“For the record,” he whispered into her ear. “I really want to kiss you too.”  

“I mean, there’s nothing really stopping us right now,” she said, biting her lower lip. “We could just... do it.”  

“Not with Isaac right there,” he reminded her. “He might not hear us well, but he can definitely see us. And, not gonna lie, I don’t really wanna kiss you with an audience.”  

“Neither do I,” she chuckled. “A year, huh?”  

“Nine months,” he smiled. “But who’s counting?”  

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I'm not very experienced in writing smut. I hope you will like it.

Yandere Chris Argent x reader (smut)

You noticed that the house was very quiet that night. Your daughter Alisson was on a date tonight with her boyfriend, Scott. Your husband Chris noticed right away that you were too quiet. You jumped in fear when Chris silently approached from behind and hugged you.

"Chris. You scared me."

"What do you think, my beautiful wife?"

"The house is very quiet without Alisson."

"Hmm. Maybe we should have a second child."

"Oh my God. Chris, you're not funny."

"I am not kidding."

"What would Alisson think?"

"I think he would be happy."

You couldn't control the groans that escaped your mouth as Chris began passionately kissing your neck. Chris picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. He blew kisses from your neck to your chest as soon as he put you on the bed. Massaging your breasts by grabbing them was starting to warm your body. Your lips met passionately while Chris was teasing your clit. His fingers had already made you wet.

"Chris"

Your whining amused your husband. You were out of breath as he inserted his fingers inside you one by one. It was as if your body and mind were in ambush thanks to the second orgasm. Then your husband's dick was rubbing against you, causing you to whine.

"Chris please."

"What do you want, sweet wife?"

"I want you to give me another baby. Fill me up. Please."

"Your wish is my command."

A groan escaped your mouth as Chris thrust his dick into you. Your hands were wrapped around the sheets, trying to calm yourself. Chris had not neglected to torment you with a soft tempo at first. Your moaning more and being around him more often caused him to speed up his pace. The feeling in your stomach was reporting that you were very close to having an orgasm. After you ejaculated, your husband ejaculated inside you at full speed. He then reached out and pulled you into his chest. He had placed a kiss on your forehead.

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[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 2480 words

warning: Strong language used, SMUT (Oral - Female receiving, P in V and dominance kink, slight choking kink), 18+ content. Minors do not interact.

Note: Sorry for no chapters these last few weeks, I am terrible at time keeping honestly. I was also dying from a lung infection for a month or so but I lived so here we are.

Chapter Four: Final Chapter.

A drive to Mexico was definitely on my date list but not to save a kid from becoming a “monster.”  Derek has been silent the whole trip, hand on my thigh while I play with his fingers. I could tell that he was worried, there was nothing we could do as humans besides shoot things, I guess that’s why Derek had a handgun in my lap.

It made me nervous, having a weapon in my lap. Something about the thought of killing someone or something is making my stomach turn in knots, not in a good way. But this was Derek’s pack in some way, he'd deny it if I said it out loud, but he was never made to be a lone wolf. His mom, his sisters wouldn't want him to end up all alone. I wouldn't want him to be alone.

“It’s okay, Scott is strong.” I finally spoke and I could see Derek’s eyes glance at me before focusing back on the road, his hand squeezed my thigh in response.

"Derek...please say something." I pleaded, I hadn't heard his voice in hours, and it put me on edge. Were we really going to be okay without any supernatural abilities?

"You'll be safe. I promise." His hand moved away from my thigh and gripped my hand, our fingers lacing together. Then there was silence again...

When we got close to the temple there was a lot of people, hunters I was assuming. Derek stopped the car a bit further away, the breath he was holding in finally left his lungs. That was when he looked at me, his hand gripping the gun tightly before placing it in my hands.

“Keep yourself safe, don’t leave the car. Promise me.” He was looking directly into my eyes, and I could see the silent plea in them.

‘Don’t leave me, don’t die.’

I nodded. Somehow, I knew that if something happened to him, I would run in without a thought, I knew that he knew that too. But he didn’t make me say that promise, he sealed my lips with his instead. It felt different, not like our usual kisses that sent a delicious sensation up my spine. It felt like a good-bye.

When he pulled back, he moved me into the backseat, making me lie down and covering me with a blanket. It was hard to breathe, an elephant sitting on my chest that got heavier with each soft caress of my skin from him.

He lifted his hand away from me and I instinctively grabbed it. My heart was pounding in my ears, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"You have to promise to be safe too, I can't lose you. I just got you back, Derek. Please." He smiled slightly, leaning down, and pecking my lips.

"You know I struggle to keep promises. But...how about I promise to come back to you, no matter what. I will come back to you, I promise." I nodded; I was satisfied with that. He will come back; he will come back. I repeated that to myself over and over again.

Then his hand left me, the door of the car closed and then there was silence. A deafening silence. His presence wasn’t there to keep me company, to keep my mind away from all the terrible things that could happen to the kids. That could happen to him. I started to count the seconds…

1…2…3…

I heard the voices in the distance getting louder…

4…5…6…

There were several gun shots going off…

7…8…9…

I sat up, looking in the distance at the temple. There stood a blonde in front of Derek, but then she changed. Shifted into something that I didn’t recognize, then she pounced on him. I screamed, banging on the car door, and pulling on the handle to try and open it but it wouldn’t budge. Without thinking I lifted my legs, kicking the back window as hard as possible. I kicked and kicked, then finally it launched off the car and I crawled out.

I ran towards them, my heart pounding in my ears. I was too late. Derek laid there bloody, his hand on his stomach and breathing heavily with the woman, the monster in front of him. It was like it sensed me, it turned around and that was when my blood ran cold.

“Kate…” Her eyes roamed all over me, a chill going up my spine as she grinned.

“Hey bestie, long time no see.” As she stalked towards me, I held up the gun, she paused and feigned a sad look.

“Really? A guy over your best friend? What happened to letting me have him?” I gritted my teeth; I remembered that promise. That she had liked him for longer than I did, so I was a good friend and promised to help them get together. After hearing what she did, I’ve regretted that every single moment. I hate her.

I hate her.

One gun shot went off.

Then two, then three. I saw red, I didn’t stop firing as she bolted towards me, she tackled me, and we went to the ground. Her sharp claws were digging into my skin, holding my arms in place.

“You’re such a bitch, fucking backstabber. You shot me over a guy!” I moved my legs and kicked her off me, getting up and hitting her in the face with the gun, she growled and pounced for me again. I punched her in the face, managing to catch her off guard and making her stumble back. I had a lump in my throat, Derek was dying or already dead because of her. His family was dead because of her, I felt something in myself snap as I walked towards her. I picked up the gun again and pointed it at her. No, not her.

This wasn't the Kate I knew; the Kate I knew was fake. She was never my friend, she used to me get close to Derek. To kill him and his family, I will never forgive her for that. I hope she burns in the deepest depths of whatever hell the afterlife has to offer. I hope the Hale family gets to watch her beg for forgiveness before she burns for the rest of eternity, so she can feel what she did to them.

But before I could pull the trigger a dark shadow slammed into her, knocking her to the side. I looked down and saw a wolf standing in front of me, growling at her. I took the chance to look over where Derek was, but to my surprise he was gone.

"Derek?" The wolf huffed as I called out his name, suddenly my grief left my body. He didn't die, he was standing right in front of me. As a wolf.

The wolf, Derek, lunged at Kate. I felt my rage turn into happiness, but a smile took over my lips.

“That’s what you deserve, bitch.” I spat out, watching as he tore her apart. I hoped his family was proud of him, he finally got revenge for the things she did to them. May they now rest in peace.

When it was over, Derek shifted back. I blinked a few times, then red decorated my cheeks. He was naked, completed naked. Though I didn’t have long to admire him, his arms were around me before I could shout at him to cover up. My face was buried in his chest, breathing in his delicious and familiar scent.

“I’m glad you’re safe.” He whispered to me, his hands finding a way under my shirt. His fingers gripping my bare waist tightly. I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re alive and…a wolf?” I glanced up at him, he had a wolfish grin on his face. He has clearly gotten his werewolf abilities back and was ecstatic about it.

“I evolved.” He leans down, kissing my neck.

“Derek…what about Scott?” I bit my lip, his touch was driving me crazy, but we were here for the kids. Not to get his wolf abilities back and then fuck.

“Over here.” I looked over at the entrance to the cave and sighed in relief, there were the kids. Scott, Stiles and two girls that I didn’t recognise but was nevertheless happy to see safe.

“Good.” Without a second thought Derek picked up and threw me over his shoulder, I laughed and screamed a goodbye to the kids who were all fake gagging and laughing.

When we arrived back at the loft, Derek pinned me against the door and kissed me. I let out a moan against his lips, his tongue invading my mouth as soon as my lips parted. His one hand gripped my hair, the other ripping my jeans down the front. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving hickey after hickey on any exposed skin he could find.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He growled into the crook of my neck, his hands gripping my thighs and lifting me up against the door.

"I don't believe you." I grinned, a defiant look in my eyes as he stared down at me.

"Show me how much you want this."

His eyes changed colour, that deep blue that I saw in the wolf’s eyes appeared and that’s when I knew I was in trouble. With one swoop he ripped my underwear off and lifted me up further, my thighs rested on his shoulders before he buried his face between them.

His tongue flattened against my slit, moving up towards my clit. He let out a low groan, his fingers digging into my thighs.

“Already so wet for me, huh love?” He looked up at me, his tongue swirling around my clit like he was licking the icing off of a cupcake. The way he held me close, the soft groans and growls he let out was driving me more insane than his tongue. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair tugging on them as his tongue moved down to my entrance, my eyes rolling back as he pushed it in.

“Derek!” His right hand gripped my ass and smacked it hard, a loud moan leaving my lips after the contact. His tongue moved expertly inside me, brushing all the right places just as his left hand decided to join his mouth. His index finger found my clit, circling it. Playing with the sensitive bud. Each little movement building me higher until-

He pulls back. I looked down at him in a daze, my chest heaving but not as much as it should be.

“You wanna tease me? Then you only get to cum on my dick.” I was about to protest when he gripped my thighs again, he walked over to his bed and threw me down on it. I left out a little huff and sat up to protest again, that was when his hand wrapped around my throat.

“I know you want to be good for me, so take off my jeans and boxers. I promise to make you cum if you listen.” A shot of arousal went through my body, he sounded so commanding, and I loved it. I loved having him take control.

My hands made quick work of his jeans; the palm of my right hand pressed against his bulge. He let out a low moan, his eyes focused on me as I leaned forward. I could tell he was aching to be inside me, that he probably hasn’t slept with someone in a while. I pulled down his boxers and kisses his tip, licking it lightly which made him hiss and push me down onto the bed. I was pinned, his hand around my throat.

“You are so much of a tease, you know that?” His free hand pushed my thighs apart, “Keep them open, you move them, and I will stop.”

Despite the rough tone he took on, he lightly pressed his tip against my entrance. My breath hitched in the moment, having him slowly push into me felt like I had reached euphoria. His teasing from earlier made me eager and sensitive, he knew that. I could see that he enjoyed the look of pure lust on my face, he leaned down with his free hand propping him up as he began to thrust.

“Fuck…you feel so good around me.” His grip on my throat tightened, restricting just enough oxygen to my brain to make me see stars with each stroke from his dick. He reached heavenly places inside me, knowing how to angle each thrust to hit that delicious spot that had me moaning his name like a prayer.

“Derek…please…” I managed to stutter out a plea as the pleasure continued to build up in my body, that was when his hand left my throat and found it’s way to my lower back. He lifted me up easily and started to thrust faster, practically pounding into me. I clung to him, my nails dragging down his back. Another groan left his lips as he kissed and nipped at my neck, his muscles tightening under his touch.

“Together baby…” I barely held in a scream as I met my climax, my vision blurring while my mind was filled with fog. But I felt it, his seed releasing inside me before his hips stilled. Oh, and it was the most mind-blowing feeling, being claimed as his in such a way.

We were both silent for a moment, only the sound of us breathing filling the air. Then he laid on his side, his arms pulling me with him. He cradled me against him, one hand in my hair and the other wrapped securely around my waist. His thumb drew shapes on my hip, his lips pressing lingering kisses on my jaw and cheek.

“Are you okay?” He spoke softly, as if not to disturb the tender moment that we were having.

“You mean…after the amazing sex or everything else that happened today?” He chuckled, his fingers lifting my chin so that our eyes met.

“Both.” I smiled.

“Yeah…I’m just really happy that we didn’t lose each other again.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

“Me too. But you know you’re mine now, right?” I laughed, my hands cupping his face.

“You suck at asking people out, Hale.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I bought you books, took you to Mexico and fucked you good. How do I suck?”

“Okay…fine, it was pretty great besides the part where I thought you died.” I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, looking down at him. “But ask me properly.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled up at me, his hands on my hips. He knew I couldn’t resist him when he smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I laughed and leaned down, sealing our long-awaited relationship with a kiss.

THE END.

#derek hale #teen wolf #derek hale x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf season 4

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Round One - Chris Argent

Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. hand job, Oral sex (m receiving), unprotected car sex. Do not do the things in this fic in real life. You will get in an accident and someone will have to explain to your family what you were doing at the time. Just sayin'.

A/N: Celebration Summer #30 or thereabouts. Prompt is in bold.

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You leaned against the wall of Derek’s loft and pinched the bridge of your nose as you listened to the pack argue. It was the same argument you heard over and over again. Chris was trying to get the pack to behave more like teenagers and the teenagers were telling the hunter they could handle the danger. Derek should have backed Chris up, but usually he was encouraging the pack to run headfirst into trouble. And Peter…well, he just didn’t give a shit.

As for you, you were tired of the constant bickering. Chris couldn’t parent everyone. They didn’t want him to, for one thing. “Christ,” you shouted over the din. “If they want to patrol the woods where the creepy shit is, let them patrol the woods. They’re werewolves, not cheerleaders.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I was a cheerleader,” Lydia said and you glanced up in amusement. She gave you a cheeky grin that immediately had you smiling back.

You glanced at the others to find most of them smiling as well. They weren’t used to you losing your temper but for some reason they always found it amusing when you did. Then your gaze fell on Chris. Oh, he was not happy with you at all. Those blue eyes burned into you and he set his jaw.

He jerked his gaze from you to Scott. “If we knew what we were facing, it would be different, but we have no idea what the threat level is.”

“And how do you propose we discover what we’re up against if no one goes out to find it?” you asked.

Chris straightened. “Excuse us for a moment.” He grasped your hand and pulled you to the door and out into the hallway. He backed you into the wall and placed a hand on either side to box you in. Your breath caught at his proximity. “What do you think you’re doing?” His low, rough voice ran through you making you shudder. Maybe he didn’t notice.

“Stating my opinion,” you said, knowing he’d hate the answer, but seeing no reason to say anything different. It wasn’t your fault that he had it in his head that you should agree with everything he did.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned into you. Your breath hitched. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

You arched a brow. “You aren’t my father. And I don’t understand why you keep arguing with them. We both know that they’ll just go behind your back.”

“Yes. And then they’ll call us because they got in over their heads and they need help.”

You laid your hand on his chest. “And wouldn’t it be simpler if we let them patrol and were there as backup?”

One of his hands moved to settle on your waist. His thumb found the skin under the hem of your shirt and traced back and forth. “No. It would be simpler if they stayed out of it. They don’t have to try to fix everything.”

You gave him a swift kiss. “Neither do you.”

His gaze narrowed again just before his lips found yours once more. His tongue traced your lip asking for entrance and you gave it to him with a gasp. You smiled against his mouth. He was frustrated that you were right, but rather than admit it, he thought to distract you. Distract both of you, really.

His hand settled on the button of your jeans and you grasped his wrist to stop him when the door slid open beside you.

“You do know that most of us can hear you. And smell you,” Derek said, amusement coloring his words.

Chris rested his forehead against yours. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem. So, patrol?”

A muscle twitched in Chris’s jaw as he clenched his teeth.

“Go ahead,” you answered for him. “Call us if you need us.” You grasped his hand and pulled him toward the elevator.

“Don’t need us,” Chris said over his shoulder as the two of you stepped into the car.

“That was rude,” you said.

He pushed you against the wall of the elevator and pressed against you. “Don’t care.” His lips were on yours a moment later. The two of you became lost in one another and he had to catch the door to keep it from closing when you failed to get out on the ground floor. Your hands roamed his body and his mouth stayed connected to yours as you stumbled to the car.

He opened the door for you and you climbed in after another heated kiss. When he got behind the wheel, you grinned at him. “If this is the result, maybe I should disagree with you more often.”

His face turned stern though his eyes sparked with joy. “Not funny.”

“I think it’s hilarious.” He pulled out of the lot and you reached over to unbutton his jeans. The zipper quickly followed.

Chris hissed in a breath and shifted in his seat. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong,” you teased as you slipped his cock free of his underwear. Your hand wrapped around his heat and you licked your lips as you pumped him slowly.

He growled low in his throat and grabbed your hand with his own. You’d been prepared for him to stop you. Instead, he moved your hand on his shaft. His hips bucked with each upward motion.

“Don’t wreck,” you told him as you unfastened your seatbelt.

“What—”

You cut him off by sliding your mouth over the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” Both of his hands grasped the steering wheel. His hips thrust up sending him further into your throat. You hummed around him and he repeated the motion. “Christ, baby.”

His motion was limited in this situation and you took full advantage. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him hard but you moved your head slow, taking your time in the way that you knew drove him mad. Though he’d happily spend hours bringing you to your peak over and over again, he was rather impatient when it came to his own pleasure.

You continued to work him even when he parked the car. You had no idea if you had made it home or if he’d given up and pulled over somewhere. He slid his seat the rest of the way back before fisting his hand in your hair. And just like that you were no longer in control.

He drove himself into your mouth in a frantic rhythm. His grip on your head kept you from moving away from the relentless pace. The wet sound of your lips sliding over his cock combining with the little grunt you let out every time he hit the back of your throat had a string of curses falling from his mouth. Tears leaked from your eyes but you loved every minute of it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pulled you off his dick. “I don’t want to come anywhere but in you.”

Lucky for both of you, the heat had been horrible and you’d worn a light dress. You slid your underwear off in a flash and climbed onto Chris almost before he could process what you were doing. His hiss mixed with your moan as you sunk down onto his cock.

Your hands grasped onto his shoulders so you’d have more leverage to help you fuck your hunter. His large hands gripped your waist to aid your movement. You kissed him hungrily, biting his lower lip as you pulled away. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His throat moved as he swallowed and you couldn’t resist the urge to nip at the expanse of exposed skin. His hips stuttered before resuming their previous rhythm though the thrusts were harder now. More desperate.

His fingers flexed, digging into your skin. “You feel so good.” One hand slid under your dress, his thumb finding your clit. “Come on, beautiful. Let me see you come.”

“Oh, god.” Your back arched as your orgasm rolled through you. Chris followed as your pussy clenched around him. You fell into him and he held you as you both came down from your highs. As you lay there panting, he pressed light kisses to your head.

You traced shapes on his chest with your fingers and just enjoyed him holding you.

“We should probably go inside,” Chris said after several minutes had passed.

“Hmm. Not yet. I like the feel of you inside of me.” His cock began to harden in response to your words. You tilted your head back to look at him.

He arched his brows. “I like the feel of me inside of you, too.”

You laughed then kissed him sweet and gentle. “I guess we should probably head inside for round two.”

He grinned before kissing you again hard and hungry. You pushed away from him and climbed back to your own side. Otherwise, you’d never get out of the truck. You hopped out your side. He caught you at the door and backed you into it as he kissed you again. His lips trailed down the side of your neck before he nipped your earlobe.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed slightly. “We should really finish this inside.”

The two of you were just getting into round three when the pack called for your help. After assuring that they weren’t in immediate danger, you finished round three in the shower. Round four came when you returned home and finally crawled into bed. As you drifted off in your lover’s arms, you couldn’t help but think you should disagree with him a little more often.

#chris argent x reader #chris argent smut #teen wolf fanfiction #chris argent fanfiction #teen wolf smut #chris argent x you #celebration summer

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Will i ever get over Derek Hale ?!

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Request: “Can I get a Chris argent imagine? Where you're Allisons best friend and one day when your over at their house you're coming back from the bathroom or whatever and accidentally walk past Chris's bedroom and he's j*cking off and moaning your name then he sees you and like you two f*ck with Allison still in the house or something”.

TBH, I’m embarrassed by how many times I rewrote this. It was originally much longer but I tried to cut down on unnecessary dialogue. Figured you guys just wanted to skip straight to the smut.

Yeah, it’s me he’s moaning an ode to.

Without supernatural hearing you wouldn’t have been able to make out Mr. Argent’s grunts. You had greeted him as usual before Allison pulled you up to her room to hang out. His eyes had been pinned on you. Like he thinks I’m a bad influence or something, you had thought as you climbed the steps. You figured you were mostly just a bad influence on his imagination. Then your stifled name hit your ears. Allison’s dad was definitely trying to be discreet about jerking it to thoughts of you.

He’d be discreet about his masturbatory habits in general. Especially the habit of fantasizing about his daughter’s best friend.  

The door creaked a bit as you entered the bedroom. It took some self-control not to immediately saunter into plain sight and undress. You smiled as you approached Chris Argent, who barely had time to tuck his boner away. He only looked uncomfortable for a second before donning a neutral expression.

“Hi, Mr. Argent.” You flicked your ear. “You know I could hear you out in the hallway?”

“I- Where’s Allison?”

“In her room. She probably still has her headphones on. We were listening to music. I told her I needed to take a bathroom break.”

To his credit, he took more than a couple seconds to think the implications through. Your gaze flickered to his covered crotch, which bulged with a thick organ that wanted to fill you, then back to his face. There was a hopeful smile on yours. Chris sighed before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.

“Come here, ______.”

As you laid yourself on the bed he used to share with Victoria, you softened your expression and waited for him to say something else. Then you decided you might as well get a few more words in. Just in case he wanted to stuff your mouth.

“I used to think you were always eyeing me because you were afraid I was going to lead Allison astray or something,” you offered. “If I’d known you wanted me-”

“You still shouldn’t have done anything about it. But here we are.”

Then he was on you. It was nice being felt up by someone who had a couple decades of experience. You got the feeling that if Mr. Argent was rough with you, it would be because he knew you’d be comfortable with it. The way his hands went from carefully appraising your breasts through your bra to caressing the back of your neck while simultaneously trailing fingers down your belly… His right hand swept over your concealed rear while his left cupped your front.

“______, have you had sex before?”

“Yeah.”

His erection was pressing against your midriff. You had to give him props for showing some restraint. The thought of you not being a virgin made him even harder. Afterwards, Mr. Argent may regret fucking his daughter’s bestie but at least at that moment he was concerned about your comfort.

“Anyone you and Allison go to school with?”

“Who cares if I have?” you mumbled. The thought that this DILF did actually warmed your heart a little. “You have way more experience, right?”

That got him smiling. “We should make this quick. If you like it, then I’ll show you just how experienced I am in the future.”

As you allowed him to unfasten your zipper, you were pretty sure you were almost as wet as he was hard. Your pants were pulled off of your hips, taking your panties with them. Even with how aroused you were, you were beginning to feel a little nervous about the situation. Especially with his next words, as he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach.

“How’d you like to be dripping our cum out of your puss-?”

“Um, what about birth control?”

“I got a vasectomy after Allison was born.” His hand swept over your bottom again, more slowly as he admired your soft flesh. “I’m sorry, ______, I should have mentioned that.”

“Decided you shouldn’t bother trying to do better after her? She’s the perfect best friend.”

And that she’ll remain as long as she doesn’t find out about this...

“Allison has perfect taste in best friends,” Argent added. “But for now let’s focus on…”

“Oh, right.”

His palms brushed against your buttocks again as you both calculated how to angle your hips. Before the quiet made you feel too tense, he carefully slipped inside. Sighing in satisfaction at how snug you were, your best friend’s dad placed a couple digits on your sweet spot. But he didn’t do much more than create the most minuscule amount of friction as he pounded into you. You realized Chris Argent wanted both of you to climax around the same time.

“I think I can cum without fingers on my clit.”

“Really? Let’s try it.”

A hand was placed over your mouth. Then Mr. Argent really started to fuck you. Oh God, you thought, delighted. He knows what the hell he’s doing.

Yeah, right there... There, there!

Your muffled gasps and moans urged him to go faster. Seconds after you pushed back once more, shuddering, you were rewarded with a thick load of sterile semen. Your partner started to get up. Before you could ask him to put his hands back on you, fingertips began to massage your labia.

“Ohhh…”

“You deserve to cum at least one more time.”

Then he went back to playing with your pussy, using his fingers to plug you up so your combined fluids wouldn’t leak out just then. You looked over your shoulder. There hadn’t been a single trace of regret in his voice. Neither was there any on his face.

“Chris-”

“Mr. Argent,” he corrected, using one hand to swat your backside. “I don’t want you getting in the habit of being too familiar with me around Allison. Or any of your friends.”

Note: Read on AO3 and Wattpad.

#Chris Argent #Teen Wolf #TW #imagine #smut #reader insert #minors do not interact #v*ginal #f*ngering #vasectomy #sp*nking #PIV s*x #N/SFW #N*SFW #JR Bourne #horror #Teen Wolf imagine #Chris Argent imagine #JR Bourne imagine #horror imagine

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Masterlist

Anything in red contains smut.

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Hawaii Five 0

Steve McGarrett

Not So Secret Girlfriend 2 3

A Well Kept Secret

Greek Tragedy

Tension 2

Till the End of Time

Mine

In Seconds

I Love Him, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Fairytale Kind of Love

Trust Me

I Told You So

You Lose

The Need, the Need for Steve

Early Mornings

Forbidden

Dog Mom

Mittens

My Girl

Don’t Go

I Said a Basement Not Our Basement

Hypothetically

Promises

Danny Williams

Busy

________________________________

Dr. Mike

Checkup

Day Off

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Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Permanent Fix, Part 2, Part 3

Panicked

Mischief and Angel, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Chris Argent

Already Have, Part 2

Always Been His, Part 2

Scott McCall

Best Birthday Gift

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 9

Word Count: 3.9K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 9/?

A/N: I wish I was a lot more consistent with my posting, but the sadsies sometimes take over and writing becomes extra hard. Also, working on a book so although I may write for some time I'm dividing it with that project as well. But I still hope ya'll enjoy this chapter 🥺 and also I apologize for any feels that may arise.

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Chapter 9

All I could do was stare wide-eyed at the man in front of me. My hands were shaking, my chest heaved, and my throat tightened. No one had ever told me they liked me, let alone that they were falling for me.

Heat started building inside me, bubbling to the surface in an uncontrollable way. I couldn’t stay there for much longer. The walls in my living room were closing in on me and suddenly the air felt heavy and unbreathable. I couldn’t tell if I was truly breathing or not, but my lungs ached for more oxygen as I took short and sharp breaths. Dizzily, I got up from the floor, clutching at anything that could steady me as I traveled the spinning room. All I needed was to reach the door that would lead me to the backyard – I needed air.

Derek’s voice echoed in my head, asking if I was alright, but I couldn’t answer. The knot in my throat tightened if I tried to speak. I knew he was worried. With his supernatural hearing I was sure he could witness the rapid speed at which my heart was beating, and probably the whooshing sounds I felt in my head.

Finally, my hands touched the cool metal of the backdoor, sliding it open as quickly as I could.

I understood what I was feeling. Not too long ago, Scott had brought me down from this feeling. I tried focusing on breathing, but the inhales only worked to add to the sting in my lungs. I fumbled in my pockets searching for the small device that could aid in my breathing, but noticing that they were empty, I outstretched my hands toward the blurry figure in front of me.

“(Y/N), what do you need?” Derek asked frantically.

My brain worked hard to group the letter together as well as provide enough oxygen to blurt out the words, as hard as it was. “In-in-inha-ler,” I choked out. “B-bed-bedroom.”

He disappeared for a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye was standing in front of me once more. Derek helped me sit on a chair as he guided the L-shaped plastic container to my lips. My shaky hands met his and tried pumping the medicine into myself, but my hands were too weak to do so. He ended up pumping the vial twice as I took in the deepest breath I could.

“Focus on my voice, (Y/N) .” I hadn’t noticed when another voice joined in. Looking up through glazed eyes, I saw Isaac’s figure talking me down. “Try to match my breathing, okay?”

I focused on the blond’s chest, matching my inhales and exhales to the movement of it. Some minutes later, I started stabilizing. Gripping my chest, I was able to steady my breathing and have my eyes focus on the picture before me. Isaac drew soothing circles on my back as he continued guiding my breathing. Focused on my friend, I hadn’t noticed that Derek had gone and fetched a glass of water.

“Feeling better?” Isaac questioned as I gulped down the cold water and nodded. “Good.”

“What are you doing here, Isaac?” Derek spoke in words of annoyance. His brow had remained furrowed since the arrival of his beta, angered that he had appeared.

“I came over to visit my friend,” he scoffed. “Am I not allowed to do that now?”

“You know you shouldn’t be near her so close to the full moon,” Derek reminded the boy. But it didn’t take an expert to know that his irritation was due to something else. “Your actions are unpredictable during this time, and you could hurt her.”

“Well, I didn’t trigger someone’s panic attack, and I feel quite in control. Can’t say the same about you.” Isaac pointed at the alpha’s hand. His claws had grown inside his fists and had penetrated the skin of his palm, droplets of blood trickling to the lawn. “If anyone is unpredictable right now, it’s not me.”

“How dare you speak to me that way?! You…”

“Guys, stop!” (Y/N) finally yelled out, the loudness rasping her throat. “Derek, just go.”

“But…”

“Go. Please,” I reiterated softly. Standing,  I placed a hand on his warm chest, trying to subside the pain I was causing him with my response. “I’ll call you later… I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just go.” With another menacing glance toward Isaac – and a sad stare toward me — he disappeared into the woods, leaving me and Isaac alone. For a second time, I felt the need to steady my breathing, scared that another attack would sprout. I sat on the steps of the wooden deck in a last attempt to steady the tremulous feeling rushing through me. “How did you get in?”

“You left the front door open,” Isaac answered matter-of-factly. “As I was walking up the door, I heard you gasping for air, so I rushed in. And thankfully it was open. You would’ve had to replace your front door before your parents came back.”

“You could always just use the side gate,” I chuckled. “But I’m just glad you were here.”

“So, wanna tell me what that was all about?” He sat next to me on the floor, staring up with a playful grin on his face.

“Not particularly,” I whined. But I knew I needed someone to talk to about this, and Isaac would probably be one of the only people to understand.

“Come on. I promise I won’t judge.”

I took a deep breath, slid down the chair to the floor, and unloaded. I told him everything – about the dream, my family, becoming a hunter, Allison’s jealousy. My mouth spoke rapidly, words spilling before I could process them. The events jumped out of the timeline, details being remembered as I spoke and quickly blurted. It felt as if my mouth was simply a printer of a jumble of words.

“Then, Derek told me he was falling for me, and I had a panic attack because I couldn’t handle the thought of someone actually having those kinds of feeling for me. And now you’re all caught up.”

“So Derek actually has emotions?” Isaac laughed. “I have to tell everyone.”

“Isaac, this is serious. He probably thinks I hate him or that I’m actually afraid of him, or something. Derek was openly vulnerable about his emotions, and I couldn’t handle it. And then I told him to leave! OH MY GOSH!” The realization had finally dawned on me. Derek had just confessed his feelings for me, and I probably reacted in the worse way possible. “What did I do, Isaac? He probably hates me now.”

“Highly doubt he thinks you hate him, (Y/N),” he soothed. “Look, I may not know much about Derek, but if everything you’ve said is true – and the things I may have witnessed are real – then there’s nothing you could do that will make him hate you. He might just be as confused as you are right now. Just take tonight to rest and try to talk to him later. Do you have feelings for him?”

“I wouldn’t know, honestly. Feelings, relationships, friendships, socializing… everything is just so new to me and it’s all happening so fast,” I exhaled exasperated. “One day I was the odd one out in this town and the next I’m a hunter surrounded by supernatural creatures in charge of protecting humans. I can’t handle it all – I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Isaac scooched closer and wrapped me in a hug. The warmth beaming from his body surrounded me. It was comforting, a welcome embrace after such an exhausting encounter. He felt like a safe haven for my emotional downpour – but he wasn’t the person I wanted to be with at that moment.

My brain could only conjure the image of Derek. The image of him engulfing me in his arms; the smell of his cologne attacking my sense; the soft patter of his heartbeat in my ear with my head on his chest; his hand stroking my hair. I wanted nothing more than to be back in the presence of Derek. But nothing that included feelings came naturally to me. All I knew was how to push people away, how to keep everyone at an arm’s length. For the first time in my life, I felt that everything was just out of my control.

“What do you want to do, then?” Isaac mumbled after a few minutes of quiet. He was rocking us softly back and forth, his chin resting on my head. “You can sleep on it, settle your emotions and talk to Derek tomorrow, or we can go there right now. Although I think he might be very angry at me right now for being here, and I’m not sure if he’ll grow angrier if I stay.” 

“I could also call him later.” 

“Don’t you think this is a conversation you should have face to face?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. It would probably resolve things with Allison,” I scoffed. “Regardless, being with him is still illegal, and my family would probably be more inclined to kill him. Honestly, I don’t want to end up like Scott and Allison.”

“Then why accept becoming a hunter at all? Why don’t you just say you don’t want to be a part of this?”

“It’s my family’s legacy, Isaac,” I sighed. It was true that most of my problems could be obviated had I declined a position as a hunter, but that would mean turning my back to my own family – Uncle Chris, Allison, my mom, my dad. “Whether I had met you guys, the people of Beacon Hills, or not, my life was directed to becoming an Argent hunter. Having someone on the inside can only be beneficial for you guys, though. Keep you all safe from my own people.”

“That’s very noble of you,” he laughed. “But what do you want for yourself, (Y/N)? All I’ve heard is what you’re doing for other people, and it’s all very honorable, but not once have you said what you want. And if there’s anything I’ve learned from my life, when it comes to feelings you get to be selfish – you need to be.”

“How do I know if I’m making the right decision?”

“Well,” he started. I could tell he was unsure of how to navigate this conversation. His friend was going on a downward spiral about his alpha – it just felt weird. “Don’t process. Just answer the first person that comes into your head. Can you do that?” 

“I can try,” I confessed.

“How would you feel if Derek wasn’t in your life?”

I do as Isaac asks, and I don’t think. The first thing that blurts out of my mouth is, “I would be devastated. As much as I’ve pushed him away, now that he’s stepped into my life, I don’t remember how it was without him in it.”

“Okay,” he continued. “Do you feel safe when you’re with him?”

“Since the beginning.”

“Are you willing to accept all aspects of his life – the good and the bad?”

“I couldn’t see him doing anything bad enough that it’d push me away.”

“And, finally,” he breathed out. “If push comes to shove, would you be able to renounce being a hunter in order to be with him?”

It took me a second longer to answer this question. I knew what Isaac was asking – would I be able to choose love over family. And my answer was, “Yes.”

“Go to him,” he blurted.

“What?”

“He’s gonna be waiting by the door for you. I know it,” he chuckled softly. “You owe it to yourself to figure out everything that’s gonna happen between you two.”  

Isaac’s arms finally let up on my body and pulled me up to my feet, wiping away the streaks of tears that had cascaded down my cheeks. He drove me in the direction of the garage before disappearing into the house, probably to ransack the kitchen. My body stood still as Brody sat on my side; I hadn’t noticed he’d made his way downstairs. Whether he was calming me down or begging for a walk, I wouldn't know. All I had to do was open the white door and get on my bike, but my body stayed frozen.   

“Just go, (Y/N)!” Isaac hollered from the kitchen, somehow knowing I was taking my time to twist the handle. “We’ve still got school tomorrow.”  

“FINE!” I called back. “Can you feed Brody and take him out for a walk?”

“Yeah! Just GO already!”

My hands turned the doorknob, the motion sensor light sprouting to life as soon as the door swiveled. With a breath of courage, my hands grabbed my keys. And before I knew it, I was speeding down the streets of Beacon Hills toward Derek’s home. Houses quickly turned into industrial buildings, the city noise drowning out as I reached where he lived.

The roaring of my bike would have alerted him that I was there, but he didn’t come out. I killed the engine and balanced it on the stand. I took my time from taking off my helmet to walking to his door, using those seconds to stabilize my breath and my heartbeat.

It took half a knock for the metal door to slide open, revealing a disheveled Derek behind it. He was wearing a grey tank top, sweat droplets forming on his forehead and a dark ring on the collar of his shirt. His breath was heavy and his skin was red – he had been letting off some steam.

“ (Y/N),” he breathed out. I wasn’t sure if it was a sigh of relief. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“You can thank Isaac for that,” I chuckled. I stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, uncertainty clouding my mind in an instant. Derek didn’t speak either. The sound of his breathing was the only assurance that the moment was happening. “Can I come in?” 

“Y-yeah, of course.” He moved out of the way, using the small towel he wore on his shoulder to wipe away the sweat. “Sit down for a sec while I change, okay?”

“Sure,” I smiled. Derek disappeared into a room as I made my way to the couch in the center of the space. The place was unusually quiet, for a place that inhabited teenagers that is.

I took in the unusual surroundings. The industrial loft wasn’t exactly magazine worthy, but I guessed being the alpha of a pack of teenagers whilst fighting other supernatural entities didn’t allow for too much time on interior decorating. The strangest thing was the huge bed in front of the couch. It seemed to be his, far too big for anyone else living here. Had he given up a room for the other kids?

“I’m glad you’re here.” His voice startled me, making me jump slightly on my seat. His hair was wet, and he smelled of fresh cologne. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No, thanks. Where’s everyone else?”

“Don’t know. I don’t really keep tabs on them other than for training,” Derek shrugged. He brought over two water bottles regardless of my answer and sat on the other end of the couch. I could tell he was still pondering what this conversation would entail. “I’m glad you’re here, (Y/N). How everything went down wasn’t exactly how I envisioned that to go.”

“I owe you an apology, Derek.”

“No. No, you don…”

“I do, Derek. You were being vulnerable, and I couldn’t handle it,” I started. “The truth is, I think I am also falling for you, and that… that terrifies me. I’ve never been in a situation where so many feelings are involved and navigating them in such a short amount of time had me spiraling.”

“ (Y/N), I…”

“Please, let me finish.” The sentence came out more like a question than a plea. “I fear if I don’t say everything as it’s mapped out in my head, it’ll get misconstrued at some point.”

“Alright,” he accepted.

“Thanks,” I exhaled. I hadn’t noticed that the air wasn’t filling my lungs completely, and they ached for more oxygen. My body sprung up, standing to help me breathe. Even so, I continued. “As I told you, my family and me have moved around my entire life, and establishing real relationships is something I’ve avoided out of self-preservation. Now, for the first time in my life, I am starting to learn to plant roots. Yet, one thing I know for sure is that even though these feelings are alien to me, I want to feel them with you. I want to learn about all of this with you by my side. But…” 

“But?” Derek interrupted. He stood and was towering over me, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Sorry, go on.”

“But in one year’s time.” 

“I must say, you lost me there. “

“I’m seventeen, Derek.”  My tone was as-a-matter-of-factly. My aunt may have been swinging for the little leagues, but I wouldn’t let Derek play that same game. “Not only will I be eighteen, but I also think I could find a way to have enough standing in the family to change us from within. It would make the relationship so much easier. I don’t want to end up like Scott and Allison, hiding and looking over our shoulders at all times. And I also wouldn’t like you to go to jail.” 

“Okay, that makes sense,” he chuckled. “And what would that look like?”

“I imagine the same thing we’ve been doing up to this point. Only, we’re sure you won’t be going to jail,” I half-joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he smirked cockily.

“But seriously, Derek.” My gaze caught his, the hand I laid on his chest warming instantly. “The less ammo my family has on you, the better. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you because of me.”

“I can take care of myself, (Y/N),” he whispered. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

“But I might be able to minimize the threat toward you. At least from my family,” I sighed. “Seriously, Derek. I know my dad wouldn’t mind, but I’m sure the rest of the Argent gang would jump at the chance to get you out of the way. For good.”

He remained quiet for a couple of seconds, digesting the words that had poured from my mouth. Then a toothy grin appeared on his face as his arms circled my waist.  “A year, then?”

“I know it might seem like a long time, but I know it’s worth it. But I can’t ask you to wait for me.”

“ (Y/N)…”

“I’m being realistic, Derek. I can’t ask that of you.” My eyes faltered, falling on my feet to hide the tears that burned the back of my eyes. “I know I can and want to wait for you – I’ve gone my whole life, one year is nothing. But I couldn’t do that to you. Just when next year comes, and you still feel the same for me, then we dive into this completely.”

I knew that I could never predict our outcome, only time could tell whether or not what I felt for Derek would be strong enough to withstand the trials of time. Although, I desired for him to choose me the whole way. But circumstance had decided to test our patience. And as much as it would tear me apart to see him with someone else, I had no way of controlling what he did or felt.

His hand landing on my chin brought me out of my wandering thoughts. His whole face had softened, his eyes holding that warmth that I had only seen directed toward me. And then he said, “I would wait for you until the end of time, (Y/N),” Derek smiled. His thumb wiped away the small tear that had fallen at some point, sending a tantalizing shiver through my body. “I haven’t had the best luck with relationships in my life, but I’ve never felt like this before. You’re something else, (Y/N) Argent.”

“You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say that,” I breathed out. We closed some of the distance between us by touching our foreheads together, closing our eyes to revel in the contact. The proximity was alluring and the thought of pressing our lips together inundated my mind. But we had just agreed to hold all forms of intimacy off for a year, and my resolve wasn’t that bad. “What’re you thinking right now?”

“How much I want to kiss you but can’t,” he chuckled. “I have to keep reminding myself that my determination is strong enough to withhold.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” I teased. “You know, I think this will be a lot harder than we’re anticipating.”

“We have to be stronger than this. Cause we won’t make it the year.”

“Maybe – now hear me out – maybe, we just get it out of our system,” I grinned. “Just one kiss to solidify our compromise.”

“I don’t think if we start, I’ll be able to stop, (Y/N),” he chuckled. I could see how his eyes were growing darker, the innocent and blissful moment we had just shared turning into a memory.

“You’ll just have to try.” I cocked an eyebrow at him, my bottom lip instinctively caught between my teeth.

We were seeing who would break first. Not once breaking eye contact, our faces started inching closer. So close I could feel his breath on my face and his lips were close enough I could already feel them on mine. His eyes flickered down once, a grin stretching on his face. A simple gust of wind could knock us closer if we let it.

“Derek, we’re here!” A female voice screamed out as the front door clanked loudly. We jumped away from each other, a minuscule air of anger filling the space that had grown between us. Erica and Boyd walked in, playful grins on their faces and questioning hints in their eyes. “What is Argent doing here?”

“None of your business, Erica.” Derek was back to his alpha personality, the emotionless façade that I had been able to break through since the first day I met him. “And she was just leaving.”

“I was?” I questioned until I looked at his face – he was begging me to leave before we started something we would not be able to stop. “I was. I’ll see you all tomorrow night for the rave, I’m assuming.”

“Of course,” Erica smiled deviously. “See you there.”

“Bye, (Y/N),” Boyd mumbled. “Good night.”

“Night, Boyd,” I smiled.

Exiting the building, I felt Derek’s presence behind me. He was careful of his movements, the prominent feeling of Boyd’s and Erica’s lingering eyes enough for him to keep his hands to himself. We walked in silence over to my bike, a giddy feeling revolving around us.

“I guess we’ll never know if we have enough self-resolve,” he teased. “And I won’t test it with those two staring through the windows.”

“If only you didn’t live with teenagers, we could have tested our levels of resistance.”

“We’ll just have to leave it for another day.” He was grinning, an eyebrow cocked and a devilish smile on his face. “Get home safe, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, sour wolf,” I ragged. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, (Y/N).”

All our cards had been laid out and we had started a domino fall we had no control over. Whatever happened after this point on would be out of our hands. I just hoped that a year from now I felt the way I was feeling at this moment.

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[sterekloveaffairs]

Chris Argent Masterlist

Patched up

Adultery

Hunted

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[gemstone-roses]

Giving in to their feelings for you headcannons-includes mentions of smut and fucking.

Featuring some of my favourite characters, teen wolf and hannibal: Chris argent, Derek hale, hannibal lecter, and coach finstock.

I thought I'd do something for hitting 100 followers, except I've been very busy and I wanted to write full on fics for all of them but I didn't have time so I did this instead.

Female reader

Warnings: age gap, mentions of smut, teasing, swearing, 18+ please and thankyou.

Gifs not mine credit to the owners.

Chris argent

- you two became close after his wife's death.

-you would stay late at his house sometimes and talk for hours

-his hand would linger longer than it should whenever you hugged goodbye

-you always felt a little deflated whenever he broke the hug

-he'd been wrestling with it for a while, you were a fair bit younger than him, being Derek's friend.

-the more he ignored it, the worse it got

-he began distancing from you

-you were upset, giving him lingering looks from across rooms, and he'd just look away

-and that broke your heart

-you stopped going round as much

- you even stopped going to pack meetings, getting any relevant info from stiles

-it hurt him, to not see your face all the time

- you got hurt one night, protecting derek

-Chris was very worried, immediately rushing out to your place

-Derek had told him you'd basically taken the hits for him

-Chris was furious you'd ever put yourself in that position

-he banged on your door, angry, out of breath from rushing

-"y/n" his face instantly melted to relief

-he's so glad your okay

-your not pleased with him, just showing up when your hurt all of a sudden

-"you don't get to just.." you start shouting at him, he's stood in the doorway

-he cuts off your words by smashing his lips to yours.

Hannibal lecter

- you were an fbi agent

- you had known each other for a while

- you were always invited to his dinner party's and he enjoyed your company

-hannibal didn't do partners, he was far too busy committing several crimes

- but you

-you had somehow worked your way into his heart

-he'd never felt like this before about anyone

-and that made him uncomfortable

- hannibal was good, very good, he could remain profesional whilst battling his feelings for you

- you had been intrigued by the man for a while

- he was so pleasant

-it threw you off sometimes

- one night you were in his office

-you came by after work, you were having a bad day

-hannibal could smell you before you'd even stepped through the door

-you sat comfy in the chair, legs crossed

-hannibal had to take a deep breath when he saw you

-just so laid back

-you smiled at him from your chair

-and oh did he love that smile

-hannibal shook his head slightly

-"forgive me, y/n, I'm about to do something very unprofessional"

- you raised your eyebrows as he made his way to you

-his hands landed on either side of your chair

-his stare was intense

-having hannibal this close to you made your heart flutter

-in a good way not the medical emergency way

-"I've wanted this for a long time y/n"

-he admitted, his hand caressing your face

-"me too", you agreed as he leaned in to finally kiss you.

- hannibal was very delicate with you

-"if you think that was unprofessional, I'd hate for you too see what I've imagined us doing on your couch, doctor lecter"

Derek Hale

-he was such a dick to you

-all. The. Time

-it drove you mad

-but you could wind him up just as good

-funny thing is, Derek somehow didn't like being teased

-he'd growl, quietly, whenever you teased him too much

-and oh god did that make you wet

-whenever something went wrong he'd find a way to blame you

-barista got his coffee wrong? Your fault because he was busy thinking about you instead of correcting them

-you hated being partnerd with him for any missions

- the silence was too loud

-he'd talk to you like you were a child

-telling you exact and simple instructions

-that made you mad

-and he could tell

-but one day

-you don't tease him back

-there's no sassy reply, no sarcasm, you just agree and move on

-it shakes him

-it's on Derek's mind all day

-and he can't concentrate

-he decides to go check on you

-your unimpressed when you answer the door

-"y/n I, I just wanted to make sure, you, your okay"?

-he stumbles over his words

-"why are you such a dick to me Derek"

-you say it so quiet if it wasn't for his werewolf senses he wouldn't hear it

-his eyes softened

- "I, uhm I thought you liked it, you always tease me back and.. Well, I like you y/n, a lot"

-your face turned from defeated to anger in seconds

-"WHAT THE FUCK DEREK?? ARE WE IN HIGH SCHOOL?? NO WE'RE FUCKING ADULTS, ACT LIKE ONE"

-he growled at you as he stepped in, causing you to step back

-"don't, yell, at, me"

-he said calmly

-his hand reaches out to wrap around your throat

-you end up fucking all night

Bobby Finstock

-coach finstock is a major a hole

-that's evident from his comments to stiles

-and greenberg

-you were his assistant coach

-and he'd be lying if he hadn't checked you out

-because oh did you look fine in that white top and red shorts

-thankfully, he was marginally nicer to you than he was to his team

-you enjoyed working with him

-you had even drunk with him a few times

-you realised you had feelings for the coach not long after you'd taken the job

-but apart from being slightly more friendly to you, there was no indication he liked you back

-you were wrong

-he adored you

-every night after practise, he'd have an internal debate about whether to invite you to go out with him

-but he always ended up being a coward

-sticking with a pleasant "goodnight" and a nod of the head

- each time you drove out of the lot he'd get a sinking feeling

-and he'd say to himself "next time, I'll ask her next time"

- fortunately, he didn't have to

- you offered to stay late after a match and help him with paperwork

-and his heart soared at the thought

- he sat on his chair

- you perched on his desk in front of him

-he raised his eyebrows from behind his paper

-"what are you doing"

-"I'm sitting, I can sit somewhere else if you like.. On your knee.. On your face.. On your.."

- "you don't know what you do to me"

-"oh I think I do, coach"

-you licked your lips

-and that was all he needed to clear the messy paper off his desk and push you down

-"I, hm, y/n, I, love you"

-you chuckled, of course, he would admit his feelings to you, laying on top of you, whilst your in your sweaty uniform

-"I love you too"

#Teen wolf imagine #Chris argent x reader #Derek Hale x reader #Bobby Finstock x reader #Teen wolf x reader #Teen wolf smut #Hannibal x reader #Hannibal lecter x reader #Hannibal imagine

[daphne-fandom-writing]

Masterlist

Supernatural

Sam Winchester:

Far away

Set up

Dean Winchester:

Impala (Smut)

Star wars: 

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

The Jedi and the Sith (Smut) (Sith AU) 

Peaceful

To a new year

Training (smut)

Order 66

Turn (Sith AU)

Emperor (Sith AU) 

Cloak (smut)

Good

For him

Old friends masterlist

Anakin Skywalker:

Training (smut) (Sith AU) 

Hurt

Injured

Never forgotten

Captain Rex (CT-7567):

Mission

Luke Skywalker:

Join me (Dark side AU) 

39th Clone battalion masterlist

Teen wolf

Peter Hale x reader 

Chris Argent x reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steve Rogers:

Summercamp

History talk

Chris Evans:

Four times you meet Chris at the same bar

Four times you meet Chris Evans in Disneyland (Smut)

Chris Hemsworth:

Four times you run into Chris Hemsworth

Sebastian Stan: 

Four times you dog gets in Sebastian’s yard

Holiday vibes (Smut)

Jeremy Renner:

Four times you meet Jeremy at Comic Con

DC universe

Roman Sionis: 

Sex toy headcanon (smut)

Scare (smut)

Dealings (smut)

Protection

Dinner

Bands 

Dallon Weekes:

Backstage fun (Smut)

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[were-cheetah-stiles]

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 24) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles​

Title: “The New Roommate”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Chris Argent & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Just a short drabble, literally very minimal chance of cursing... although, I wouldn’t personally bet on it.

Author’s Note: Something I always loved about Teen Wolf is that it passed the Bechdel Test, and I wanted to make sure that some of my chapters did the same. So, this chapter was born. 

Summary: Y/n moves into the Argent's hotel apartment and bonds with her new roommate.

Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five

"Where's Scott?" Melissa asked, staring at only Y/n, Stiles, and Isaac in front of her at the nurses station at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

"He's at the Argent's." Isaac answered, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Of course he is." Melissa replied, shaking her head and echoing Isaac's sentiment. She moved on to the task at hand quickly. "So the male victim, he died only a few hours ago, but the girl is still hanging on. She was shredded though, I don't know if you all want to see this." Melissa paused in front of the elevator doors, waiting for them to open to take them all up to the latest victim of the late night attacks in Beacon Hills.

"I mean, is she awake?" Stiles asked. "Can she talk?"

"For the most part." Melissa answered.

"Then we want to talk to her." Stiles replied, entering the elevator.

"What's doing all of this, Mrs. McCall?" Y/n asked, garnering stares from everyone in the small elevator.

"....It's Melissa, Y/n." Melissa McCall corrected the newest pack member, with a stern smile. Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing a subtle pink. "And I don't know what's doing it. The wounds have been varying: some have been bitten, some have been just slashed apart, some have limbs that have been torn straight off." Melissa explained, as they walked down the hall and stopped in front of a patient room.

"How do we know that they're all victims of the same attacker then?" Isaac asked.

"We don't, not definitively, but the few who have survived have all described the same... figure." Stiles clarified, as they stepped into the room to see a girl with her eyes shut, and large, deep gashes across her face.

There was gauze on her forearms, legs, and stomach. Isaac winced as he took her hand and siphoned her pain. Melissa injected a stimulant to wake the girl up, into her IV, and she began to rouse.

"Thanks, Scott." You said, as Scott placed your biggest and heaviest suitcase on your new bed in the Argent's guest room.

"Yo, Scotty, you wanna get Allison in here and we can fill you both in on what the girl at the hospital said earlier?" Stiles asked, glancing up from trying to shove your guitar case under your bed.

Scott closed the door, causing you and Stiles to look up from your unpacking. "Uhhh..." Scott paused, struggling with how to start the conversation. "I need a favor from you guys."

"What's up?" Stiles replied, barely glancing up from his task at hand.

"I need you to not tell Allison what's going on with the attacks."

"She doesn't know?" You asked, the surprise in your voice evident.

"Mr. Argent wants to try to keep Allison out of this, and I do too. She doesn't know about the vampires or the attacks that are happening now, and we just want to keep her safe this time." Scott looked concerned.

"Why does she think that Y/n has moved in with her then?" Stiles asked.

"She thinks that Y/n needed a place to stay for her internship with Mayor Chandler." Scott explained. "Just please don't say anything to her."

"I won't." You promised. Stiles nodded in agreement.

Scott opened the door to see Allison standing on the other side, with her fist raised to knock, and your last suitcase in her other hand. "....I just wanted to see if you guys needed help..." Allison said, with soft smile.

"Yea, totally." Scott replied, grabbing the bag from Allison's hand, and kissing her on the cheek.

After unpacking and making small talk for a while, Allison looked at Stiles, moping around the room. "You know, Stiles, the windows aren't electrified anymore and the fire escape leads up to the windows in here... also, I'm pretty sure the front door works perfectly well."

"What about your dad?" Stiles asked.

"I guess you're all old enough to make your own decisions, but subtlety is always appreciated." Mr. Argent answered, standing in the doorway, checking on the group.

"Duly noted, Mr. Argent..." Stiles winked and shot a small, fearful finger gun at him.

"Scott, Stiles, why don't you guys head home and let the girls settle in tonight?" Mr. Argent stepped out of the way into the hall. Scott and Stiles kissed their respective girlfriends and left. "You need anything?" Mr. Argent asked the girls.

"No.. thank you though, I really appreciate all of this." You answered, gesturing around you.

"Anytime. Goodnight, girls." Mr. Argent said, as he walked towards his bedroom.

Allison closed the door to your new bedroom, and sat in the chair next to the dresser. "You know I know everything that's going on, right?" Allison said, a smile breaking through her pursed lips.

"Um... what do you mean?"

"My dad and Scott, they think that they are sneaky and subtle but I listen to their conversations. I know about Isaac and Cora." Allison admitted, her legs crossed at her ankles.

"Oh... oh, yea, um, yea, that is going on..." You replied, trying to hide your relief that that was all that Allison knew.

"What'd you think I was talking about?... the vampires in Berkeley or whatever it is that's haunting Beacon Hills right now?" Allison asked casually, staring at you folding your clothes to put away, waiting for your reaction.

Your head shot up to look at Allison. "Umm...... I.... I didn't know that they were keeping it from you until today."

Allison laughed softly, her face lighting up from her smile, as her adorable dimples settled into her porcelain cheeks. "It's okay, I get why they're doing it. I died. I literally died, and if it weren't for you, from what Scott told me, I'd still be dead. I get that they don't want me in harm's way again, but I also really don't like sitting around this apartment all of the time. I didn't come back from the literal dead just to get my GED."

“You know, Stiles has been calling you Jesus for the past few weeks.” A smirk began to form on your face as you felt yourself bonding with Allison.

Allison’s loud laughter cut any tension that was leftover. “He would.”

You chuckled lightly to yourself, and looked back up at Allison. "Scott is gonna be so pissed that you know."

"And that he and my dad were basically the ones that told me anyway." Allison laughed again, her smile semi-permanent at this point. "Can you fill me in on what's going on? Like the whole story."

"Well, oh god... Okay, the whole thing with the vampires was crazy. Basically, Scott and Stiles saw me fighting them, and not doing great.. or whatever, and saved me... and that's how we all met, and then they kept attacking and killing people around campus, and Stiles figured out that they were killing the people that they couldn't turn. Then they abducted my roommate, Hanna; they were trying to leverage her to get us to leave Berkeley and let them continue terrorizing the city. Then we found the descendant of Van Helsing, and she was.... kind of crazy, actually... but it all worked out, and it turned out that the whole thing was basically a war between that sect of vampires and the descendant of Van Helsing, and we just all sort of managed to get in the middle of it, unfortunately." You explained, as Allison sat in silence across from you, a stunned look on her face.

"...........you met... Van Helsing was real? The guy that killed Dracula?"

You laughed. "I know, i know.. it sounds ludicrous but her name is Mina Van Steenis and she is definitely descended from vampire hunters." You shook your head as you talked about Mina, remembering all of the craziness that surrounded her as a person.

“And she was a student at Berkeley?” Allison asked, and you nodded. “I have got to meet her when I get up there in the Fall.”

“True, it’s like, famous hunting families colliding. You guys could swap stories. Although, seriously, she was a little off her rocker.” 

Maybe she just needs some friends who get her world.” Allison said, cocking her head slightly to the side. You furrowed your brow, embarrassed that you had never thought about the fact that maybe Mina was just isolated. Allison spoke again and brought you back from your thoughts. “So what's happening in Beacon Hills right now? Is it the vampires?" Allison asked.

You climbed off of the tall queen sized bed, and sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed. Allison folded her legs underneath herself and leaned her cheek against her delicate hand, listening intently to you. "....I don't think so. I really don't. It doesn't feel the same as it did in Berkeley. About nine people have been killed, and only four people have survived, one of which was the Sheriff."

"WAIT, Stiles' dad was attacked?!" Allison said, shock covering her face. "Is he okay?"

"Yea, yea, he's fine. He was in the hospital for a handful of days, and he's back to modified duty now since he’s still healing, but he’s okay."

"And that's why you came out here?" Allison asked.

"Not exactly... Stiles actually flew out to New York to get me. I didn't know that the Sheriff was in the hospital until almost a week later. It’s, like, a whole thing..”

“Yea, Stiles mentioned some of it to me, but...” Allison said. 

You looked stunned. “Wait, you spoke to Stiles.. or Stiles spoke to you?” You were so confused. 

“Not about what’s going on in Beacon Hills, but he came over really early this morning when you were still asleep, I guess, and we talked about us.”

You were surprised that Stiles didn’t tell you that he was going to talk to her, or that he hadn’t woken you up. On the other hand, you were exhausted that morning so it wasn’t all that surprising. “He was devastated when he came out to see me in New York.. He was so afraid that you and Scott hated him...” You admitted Stiles’ state of mind when he arrived on your doorstep. 

“Yea, he was really upset, and I... it wasn’t him. That was exactly what I told him. He wasn’t able to control what the Nogitsune did, and it could’ve happened to any of us. Scott and I both went under the water too, it was just chance that Stiles became void. I hope he believed that I wasn’t upset with him and neither was Scott.”

“I’m sure he does. He seemed a little more relaxed around here today, now that I think about it.” You furrowed your brow, thinking back on how Stiles had been acting when he was still at the Argent’s earlier. 

“So what else brought you out here? Stiles never does anything without a reason.” Allison asked.

You sighed. “He thinks.... Well, when we were in New Orleans, as Scott and Stiles were putting you in the car, the witch that performed the ritual, she pulled me aside and she told me some ominous bullshit about a mystery threat heading my way, and if I looked to my studies, I could figure out how to stop it. So when the attacks started, Stiles came to get me."

"Do you know what they are yet?"

"No, not really.. we went to the hospital to see what the girl who survived the latest attack could tell us.. like, what she saw, but the only reliable witness has been the Sheriff and he said it was just a large, thin, black cloaked dark individual with long, skinny clawed hands... and weirdly enough, that is not a ton to go on. A lot of evil creatures in lore look like that.. But Stiles and I will figure it out... I hope." You laughed softly, trying to make light of the less than ideal situation.

"You know, when Scott caught me up with everything that happened with all of our friends in the few years that I had been.. well, dead... I was most surprised to hear about you and Stiles... that he and Lydia had broken up." Allison began, noticing you turning a little pale over the subject matter. "...But Scott speaks so highly of you. He really considers you a part of the Pack, and he said that he thought you and Stiles were really good together, and I was watching you all earlier, and I get it.... Stiles is a guy with a lot of weight on his shoulders, and he brushes it off with his humor and deflections, but I don't think that happy is his default setting... but he spent all afternoon smiling at you.."

You tilted your head down and smiled, picking at some lint underneath your fingernail and trying to figure out what to say back. "I occasionally get worried about Lydia, she was his first love, and this supernatural thing is what tore them apart and... I don't know, I know she's your friend. I don’t mean to put you in a weird position, and.."

Allison cut you off. "Everybody has a first love, Y/n, and sometimes they outgrow them. I think Stiles and Lydia outgrew each other, I don't think it was solely the thing that happened with Parrish. I think that it's very rare that you end up back with the first boy you loved, and I think that the only reason that I knew that I wanted Scott was because I was dying. Dying really puts things into perspective, and Stiles has almost been killed dozens of times, so I'm sure he knows you're the right one."

Allison was interrupted by a clamor on the fire escape outside of your window. "Can you open this? I’m afraid to touch it." Stiles asked, his voice muffled by the glass. You got up and opened the window, helping Stiles through. 

“I told you it isn’t electrified anymore!” Allison said, laughing as she spoke. 

Stiles grinned and shrugged. "You can never be too careful with your Dad. So, what were you guys talking about?"

"Oh you know, the usual..... like what if vampires really did exist? Goodnight, you two." Allison grinned and walked out of your bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Uhh..." Stiles fidgeted and widened his eyes towards you.

"Oh, she knows, by the way." You clarified.

"Scott is going to be so fucking pissed."

"Yep." You laughed.

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Sigh. I love Allison. She has such a good head on her shoulders despite the fact that everyone in her family that isn’t Chris was insane. Tags will be closing soon for TCY so let me knowwwwww.

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