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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

PART ONE | part two

summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.

warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh

taglist: @brvceyamada

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ceilings, plaster

“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”

you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.

“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”

you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.

“yes.”

“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”

you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.

can’t you just make it move faster?

“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”

he shrugged, still laughing.

you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.

“seriously, babe, what was that?”

“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”

“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”

“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”

he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.

“i love you, too.”

lovely to be sitting here with you

“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.

“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”

you’re kinda cute, but it’s

you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.

you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.

they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.

“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.

raining harder

“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.

you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.

he was number 24.

it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.

the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.

my shoes are now full of water

“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.

“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.

“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.

“well…”

the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.

“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”

“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”

“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

lovely to be rained on with you

“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.

“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”

it’s kinda cute, but it’s

you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.

it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.

you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.

so short

“again?”

“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”

“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”

“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”

“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”

“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”

“what?”

“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”

“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.

“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”

then you’re driving me home

you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.

you glanced to your side, staring at his face.

you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.

“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.

“nothing.”

“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”

“is that a crime?”

“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”

there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.

he looked at you this time.

“do i have to leave?”

he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“see you tomorrow…”

and i don’t want to leave

“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”

“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”

lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”

there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.

you picked out another one.

but i have to go

“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”

“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”

he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”

you kiss me in your car

“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”

“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.

you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.

“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”

“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.

that was all you could see. his eyes.

“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.

his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.

you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.

you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”

“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”

“to stiles.”

“exactly.”

the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.

bedsheets, no clothes

you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.

he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“hey.” he whispered.

you smiled back. “hey.”

“that was something.”

“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.

“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”

“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.

there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.

his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”

there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.

touch me like nobody else does

“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”

“what was?”

you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.

some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.

“find something, y/n. good or bad.”

lovely to just lay here with you

you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.

you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.

you played that one.

the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.

you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this

“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”

he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.

he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.

“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”

“what happened, stiles?”

“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.

“stiles…”

but i don’t wanna ruin the moment

time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.

“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.

“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”

“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”

“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”

“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”

you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.

“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.

“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”

“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”

“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”

“please stay.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”

lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos

standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.

stiles just never said anything about it to you.

not until after everything with theo was practically over.

basically everyone else knew about it, but you.

he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.

you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.

but it’s over

“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.

you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.

lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.

“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”

then you’re driving me home

the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.

you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.

the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.

you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”

“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”

“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”

he looked right at you.

“i mean, scott didn’t.”

“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”

“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.

you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.

“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.

“do you know?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.

“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”

“never?”

“not for one moment.”

he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“i love you too.”

you kiss me in your car

“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”

“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.

“after donovan.”

scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.

“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.

putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.

this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.

but it’s not real

“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.

“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”

“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”

you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”

“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”

“stiles…”

and you don’t exist

“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”

that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.

you were starting to remember it all.

not just that night, but everything about stiles.

and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed

“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”

you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.

“remember how we started dating that summer.”

“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.

“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”

you chuckled. “mine too.”

“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.

the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.

“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”

then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.

it hits me in the car

you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.

you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”

you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.

not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.

why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.

just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.

memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.

memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.

memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.

all of it.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.

“y/n.”

lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.

you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.

you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.

then you could see him.

not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.

he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.

“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.

you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.

he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.

then the light faded.

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a/n: first post on tumblr help this is scary

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 4 months

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theo raeken x reader with squirting 🫣🫣

☾ Theo raeken x afab!reader

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

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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INTERVIEW 012

with. stiles stilinski and theo raeken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? Well, I don’t have to, do I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

From you, he has to force a moan down.

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

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

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

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

He understands, squinting his eyes once in reply.

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

“Yes.”

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

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

“Can I tell you something?”

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

“I’ve always had a thing for you.”

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

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

“You did?”

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you touch yourself for me, Theo?”

#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑 #theo raeken x reader #theotobr!#stilestobr!#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #stilesworld!#stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski #theo raeken x you #theo raeken smut

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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bear the scars — theo raeken x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i love you more.”

#teen wolf #theo raeken #theo raeken x reader #theo x reader #tw #smut #theo raeken smut #theo raeken x reader smut

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stilinskibaby · 2 months

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theo raeken likes to fuck rough and hard, he likes having marks to look back at. he loves hearing you scream moan his name. theo loves to spank you and fuck you dumb. his favorite thing is when you're just a babbling mess and all you can say is his name. theo likes to fuck you everywhere, on the table, on the couch, in his bed, in his truck. anywhere he can have you. theo loves when you're a brat, basically begging for his attention.

#scout.fic #theo. ♡#theo raeken x reader #theo raeken x reader blurb #theo raeken x reader smut #theo raeken smut #theo raeken x you #theo raeken x y/n #theo raeken smut blurb #theo raeken fanfiction #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken drabble #theo raeken #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf x you

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 28 of Kinktober: Keeping a Secret With Theo Raeken

pairing: Theo Raeken x fem!reader

warning: making out, protect sex

Y/N’s POV

He’s been acting odd lately and I’m kinda scared about why he’s acting strange.

One day, I felt like someone was listening to me but I never talked to anyone in my class, Theo and I never talked this day so I’m actually terrified on what’s going on.

10:30 PM

I’m trying to sleep until I hear rustling in some bushes so I check where the noise is coming from. I see something, it looks like a dog. I go downstairs to check closer, (I know how dumb of me), I grab a bat to protect myself. I walk around my house where the bushes are and I see a wolf or a dog tail, the wolf looks at me, those eyes look familiar to me, it can’t be Theo, right?

“Theo?” I ask.

The wolf approaches me. It can’t be Theo.

“Is that you?” I question.

The wolf let’s me pet him, it’s Theo.

I allow him inside my house and he sits where he normally would sit when he would wait for me if we’re going out somewhere. I can’t believe he’s been keeping a secret from me and this is the secret, him being a wolf.

“Theo, I can’t believe that you’re a wolf.” I say to him.

The way he looks at me, his eyes are saying he’s sorry. He licks my face and I giggle.

“I can’t believe that a wolf who’s my boyfriend just licked me.” I chucked.

Theo smiles and walks away from me and goes to a hallway where my bedroom is. I follow him and when I entered my bedroom he’s human, and naked on my bed.

“How long has this wolf thing been going on?” I sit down next to him.

“For 9 months.” He says.

“And you never told me.” I say defended.

“I was afraid that you might’ve been terrified.” He looks down and started to mess with my blanket a bit.

“I would’ve but, the way you allowed me to pet you and you licking my face. I know something will happen to me if something goes down.” I say.

“I wouldn’t let anyone or anything get near you. I’m still the same person that you know,” He puts his hand on my cheek.

I blush a little, I think he notices it.

He leans in to kiss me, I kiss him back, he makes me get on top of him. He kisses my neck which makes me gasp. I scratch his head, I can hear him growling, but in a good way when I kept on scratching his head like a dog would do.

Eventually, we have sex, he gives me hickeys but I felt his fangs half the time and I would stop him, he understood on why I would stop him. I gave him some hickeys as well, which made him growl. I grab a condom for him and he gets it on him, he goes in and out of me, which made me scream, the 2 years of us dating, this is the best sex I’ve ever had from him.

We lay on the bed heavy breathing, well just me heavy breathing. Theo wraps his arm around my neck. I turn my body next to him.

“I’ll keep your identity a secret Theo.” I say.

“I already can tell, Scott and Stiles well find out, you know why? Scott is an Alpha and he knows about every single type of wolf.” He says.

“I know.” I said.

I’ll keep his secret locked and safe in my heart, I love him so much it’s insane.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #theo raekan imagine #theo raeken #teen wolf fluff #teen wolf imagine #theo raekan x reader #cody christian #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf smut #teen wolf #cody christian smut #teen wolf playlist

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just-my-type-x · 4 months

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Cody should be given another Theo to play. I miss the mean/sassy side

#cody christian #cody christian imagine #cody christian smut #cody christian teen wolf #theo raeken #theo raeken smut #theo raeken imagine #teen wolf

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traekenimagines · 1 year

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Theo with a Praise Kink 🤭👀 that’s it, that’s all my mind has in store at the moment lol. If you need more for that little idea let me know 💜

Hunting Season, The Ride Drabble

18+ content below the cut

"You're doing so well, princess," Theo stroked your spine as he continued to thrust into you from behind. "You're so good, taking all of me like this."

You said nothing, bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to hold back the screams of pleasure that threatened to burst forth. You could feel all of Theo's cock as he slammed repeatedly into you, could feel his balls slap against your skin.

He was so big, and you had wanted all of him, no matter how much it might have hurt to begin with.

"You're such a good girl, Y/N." He withdrew, earning a whimper from you. "Do you want more? Do you want more of my cock? Tell me you want all of me." His hand trailed further down your spine, before reaching your core, cupping it as a finger slid along your folds. "Hmm, you're still so wet."

"I want all of you, Theo," you panted out, desperate for me, desperate for his praise. He removed his finger, and you whined as you felt his tip press once more against you.

"Good girl."

#hunting season #theo raeken smut

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arewordsenough · 7 months

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Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Parrish has been enjoying his new group of bros, but today they're seeing if a couple more guys will join their group.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured group: Jordan Parrish/Harlan Briggs/Theo Raeken/Cody Malcom/Liam Dunbar/Baron

Key Tag: Incest

This fic is a follow up to Gym Bros, but can also be read stand alone.

The fourth fic of my Sequel September, one more to go while I start working on SMUTober stuff. 😉

#teen wolf fanfiction #wolf pack fanfiction #gay smut #jordan parrish #harlan briggs #baron #cody malcolm #theo raeken #liam dunbar #my writing #my edit #tops on top #bottoms on bottom #;)

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inlovewhithafairytale · 3 months

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

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

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

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

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

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

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

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

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

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

Why and how this is going to go...

Pilot-01x01 part 1 part 2

Flashbacks

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

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seriesxwriting · 2 years

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Locked in

Y/n and theo get locked in a cupboard. They hate each other, well they put it off that way. but when he finds out she’s scared of small spaces something changes. He can’t pretend anymore.

Pairing: theo raeken x you

- series: teen wolf

- warnings: kissing, main character has a fear of small spaces

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“Can I do it with someone else” Theo rolled his eyes, complaining lowly to Scott. But he just raised his brow at the boy. “I can here you dumb ass!” You hinted from the sofa with a screwed up face. Theo turned to you and gave you a fake smiled not caring.

“No, I think you guys have something to chat about” “we have…! -nothing to chat about” you stood up calming down when you realised who you were talking to…your alpha.

“Y/n your gonna have to deal with it” Scott shrugged gently. Liam pulled you away while everyone was leaving your house after the meeting. “what is it with you and Theo?” He questioned quietly. “I just- nothing I just…” “you just what” Liam repeated slowly.

“I just don’t need anymore complications in this life” “complications?” “I don’t trust him enough” you apply. In truth you didn’t trust him. But it was for a completely different reason. You thought he was hot- too hot there was something strange about the boy.

“Y/n hurry up!” Theo shouted walking out the door in a rush. “And he’s annoying” your eyes rolled with annoyance. You left Liam standing there confused and wanting to know more.

You run out in to the road to get to his car not looking where your going as you looked back at Liam standing alone. “Y/N” theo practically screamed. From out of no where you were knocked on the ground and he was on top of you. For a few seconds you hesitate, looking around at what happened seeing the shiny blue car pass you with full speed and pounding noise. Red started up in your face.

“What the hell are you doing walking out in to a road!” Theo uproariously unloaded staring down with his handsome face, it distracted you. “You literally could have been killed!” “Are you listening?!” His eyes fluttered from disbelief. “You can get off of me now” you calmly told him looking up at his face immediately close. Theo stuttered and muttered some words that didn’t make sense before climbing off your body.

He didn’t bother helping you up just trudged over to his car across the road. “I- thank you Theo” you whispered getting in the other side finally making it to the car. “yeah- what ever” “no seriously- I’m human I could have died” You state looking at him. Theo didn’t reply, he hit the gas and the car started moving. The car Journey to the school was awkward and silent, you moved your lips to say something but nothing came to mind.

The night was dark and looking out side was the only pass of time. “You- cold?” Theo wondered asking you softly for a change. “no your fine” you replied looking at him again while he was half hanging out the window. It was such a Theo thing. Everytime we were in the car his window was wide open and one hand was holding the roof. I don’t know what is was but it was just Theo’s thing.

“We’re here now anyway” theo nodded toward the entrance. Swiftly he parked up and you both got out. “What is it we need” theo asked you after breaking a window to get in. You watch as the glass noisily shattered across the floor next to your feet. “The triskelion that Derek hid in here” you told him climbing through with precautions. Theo put his hand out and hesitantly you took it, he pulled you through gently and let you jump down to him off the table.

Almost like a gentleman. “Thanks but i can really do it my self” you told him backing away feeling awkward that he was being nice for a change. What was with his mood swings. Theo’s face turned instantly and that was it for conversation until we reached a cupboard. “This one?” He quizzed not looking at you. “I don’t know do i- maybe”. Theo deeply inhaled bowing his head. “Alright maybe we do need to chat” he turned around starring you dead in the eyes.

“We do?” You questioned raising your eyebrow. “Yeah, I mean don’t you wanna sort this out” “do you?” “I wanna know why you don’t trust me- I mean I know my history isn’t- great… but I’ve done everything possible to prove my self to you” “a- and your pack obviously” “this could be happening while we’re looking I don’t need you to explain why you hate me…right now anyway” you pass the boy go to pull open the cupboard.

“Isn’t this what Scott wanted us to do?” He wondered before noticing It was locked. Theo discarded the conversation and pulled the handle once and broke the lock letting the door swung open. You check inside on tip toes from your position knowing you wouldn’t like it in there, after all it was quite small. You stepped in wearily checking the light but it wouldn’t turn on. So you resorted to your phone. You hear theo come in behind you and the space automatically gets smaller. Your chest starts to feel tight.

“You could try another cupboard” you stated in hope and out of disorientation. “are you okay? Your shaking y/n” “I’m fine!” You kind of shout but then a loud bang came from down the hall way. Theo looked out to see what it was just peeking but shot back in. “ berserkers” he whispered worriedly. “How many” “too many” he peered again while slowly closing the door.

“No theo don’t” you rush to the broken handle. “Are you crazy- you can’t go out there they will rip you to shreds” he hissed holding you back. Hands on you body like you’d never imagined, one on your hip and one on your back. Or maybe you had pictured it before. Focusing on that worked… for a couple of seconds “y/n what’s wrong!” Theo asked desperately demanding I tell him.

“I don’t- like small spaces” your eyes shut and head rested on his chest embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Flashbacks of being locked in a cupboard came back whipping your brain. “…Y/n listen to me, I don’t hate you- you frustrate me all the time but that’s because I won’t admit it- or maybe I frustrate my self with you”

“Admit what” you ask Turning away from him pacing and putting your hands through your hair breathing in and out. “Admit that I like you” he whispered in the corner not taking his gorgeous eyes off you for a split second. “What- I- i your just- why are you doing this now” “I’m distracting you with the truth” theo strode towards you “I’m distracting you” he repeated softly. His hands stroked your face and he gathered a grip.

His head dipped down towards you and the world did float away along with the pain of the room when your lips met. His hand softly cupped your face and ran through your silky hair when he pulled away. “Well I think I need more distracting” you told him smiling for the first time and not letting go of him. His hands pulled you up and your legs wrapped around his waist excitedly and your back hit the stone wall.

Your hands gripped his soft hair and you both were distracted… for a while. Eventually theo moved you both and you hit the stand with all the boxes making slight noise. “Something is poking me” you pull away for a second trying to grab it. Pulling it out eventually you held it up decoding what it was. “Huh” “what” theo whispered looking at you not the object.

“Found the Triskelion” you smiled bluntly. Theo dropped you on the floor carefully with smirking lips and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear then slowly marched over to the door. It wouldn’t open. “Theo please don’t say it” You started panicking again. The walls closed in. Your body slid down the pole as you sat on the cool yet dirty school floor.

“Y/n Im gonna get us out of here okay, just breath” “I can’t -breath” “you just have to focus- focus on one think like- like my voice” he suggested. “Then keep talking” you prompt. “You keep talking to me- you tell me why your scared of small spaces” theo asked.

“When I lived with my mom before social services took me to my fathers- she didn’t- want me around” “so she locked you up” theo breathed sadly with a roll of his eyes in disgust. “Yeah- all the time, I’ve always hated small spaces they just put me right where I started and I’ve grown yet they still make me feel weak and it wasn’t the fact that it was small it was the fact it was dark and quite it was lonely and small too, just like in here” you open your eyes to see the outside.

“Your not alone y/n” Theo whispered brushing your cheek.

The dark sky full of bright stars shining at the two of you. “theo I- how did we get here”. “I got you out- I told you I would” he smiled smally. Your head slammed against his chest with a hug out of instinct. “Thank you” you whispered tightly suffocating the man. “I wasn’t just distracting you in there- you know that” Theo bravely outed looking almost worried. “I…” “you don’t need to answer baby girl- just know” “but I know my answer” you tell him softly shaking your head. Theo looked confused but held your face anyway. Rubbing a rough thumb across it.

On your tip toes you kissed theo softly forming a smile. “that? Answer you question” you giggled holding his neck still. “It doesn’t answer mine!” Lydia shouted running over from a car that apparently spawned out of no where. Scott also got out grinning at you both. “Well well well- looks like my plan worked” he smirked stepping closer. “I knew you guys had it bad for each other”

You laid your head on his chest holding a shy guilty smile while theo threw an arm over you “looks like it did- we did” you answered shaking your shoulders. Holding up the object you came for Scott’s eyes lit up. “You found it!”

“And I found Theo’s better side- all because we were locked in that hell hole” you smiled looking up at him. Theo kissed you softly and mouthed “it wasn’t all bad”. You had to admit… he was right.

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