#dom hale

[her-moth]

with lotta thießen & dom hale i'll be reading at the whitechapel gallery in london on 18/1/23 for lotte ls's excellent THIS ENERGY WASTED BY FLIGHT which has recently been published in the uk by pamenar press. come through, £5 https://shorturl.at/noLRS

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 30: Daddy

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Derek didn’t like being called “Daddy”.

The werewolf bristled whenever his boyfriend, Stiles, would call him it during sex, but would try to brush it off. It wasn’t because of anything too bad, really. Derek just associated the name with being old. When he’d admitted his dislike of the word to Stiles, Stiles understood, but there was a clear disappointment on his face. 

At first, Stiles accepted it and opted to call Derek “Daddy” in his head, yet after one day of looking through one of Peter’s magic books he got a mischievous idea…

Derek came home from work, his muscles feeling slightly achy from a long day at the auto shop. A dazed smile was on his face as he smelt whatever delicious thing Stiles was cooking in the kitchen, mingled with some random incense that was burning throughout the house.

“Hey Stiles,” Derek said as he walked into the kitchen, hugging his boyfriend from behind.

Stiles smiled back, “Oh hey there,” he greeted back, a playful tone evident in his voice. “Did you have a good day at work… Daddy?”

Instead of cringing like usual, Derek was surprised when he felt his cock immediately rocket to life. His seven inches went full mast the mere second he’d heard Stiles call him “Daddy”, even feeling goosebumps erupt all over his body as he shuddered with unfamiliar pleasure. 

“Um, y-yeah,” Derek stammered, his cock throbbing with intense need. He was confused over how turned on he was, but that curiosity rapidly disappeared and his face broke out into a playful smirk. Of course Stiles called him “Daddy”, as he frequently did in the bedroom.

Derek tightened his grip on his boyfriend and playfully rutted his hard cock against his butt.

Stiles pushed back into it. “Oh,” he grinned, “I guess you’re feeling a little frisky, huh… Daddy?”

Derek tensed up as his cock throbbed even more, twitching and leaking precum into his boxers. He felt so tortuously horny, licking his beard-framed lips with want…

Derek cocked his eyebrow and reached upwards with one hand, running it over his previously smooth face. The lower half of his face was covered with a thick, black beard that felt so large that it would’ve taken a few months to grow. It wasn’t Santa big, yet it was big enough to where it went past the typical gymbro beard and bordered Daddy-territory.

“Hey, Stiles, do I…?” Derek’s voice trailed off as he was about to ask Stiles if he looked different, feeling silly all of a sudden.

Of course Derek had a beard. He’d begun growing one the year he and Stiles had started dating, loving the way his beard tickled his boyfriend’s neck as he’d hungrily suck on it. Plus, he loved the way Stiles would shudder as his beard rubbed the inside of his thighs as he sucked him off, making sure he was a good daddy by taking care of his boy’s needs.

Stiles turned around and looked up at Derek with wide, admiring eyes. “What?” he asked.

Derek blushed a little and scratched at his beard. “Nothin’” he shrugged, “just having a weird day, I guess.”

Stiles mock frowned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Well, why don’t you change out of your work clothes, and I’ll finish getting dinner ready… Daddy.”

Derek bit down on his lip as his cock surged once more, feeling as if he was about to explode right there. “Y-yeah,” he panted, jerking back at the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Be right back.”

As he walked upstairs to their bedroom, Derek could’ve sworn that his voice sounded deeper. It wasn’t exaggeratedly deeper, but the baritone resonated a lot more and there was a more mature quality to it, almost manlier.

The werewolf kept puzzling over it as he entered his and Stiles’s bedroom and began to take off his grease-stained work clothes. As he shucked his pants, his hard cock bobbed wildly in front of him, and he was on the fence between taking care of it real quick and rushing downstairs to ask Stiles to handle it.

Snickering, he opted for the latter and made a move towards the door, clad only in boxers, when he stopped in front of the mirror and gasped loudly.

Derek leaned in even closer to his altered reflection in disbelief, marveling at the array of grays that peppered his hair and beard. As he ran a shaky hand through his salt-and-pepper colored hair, Derek finally noticed the new lines that were near his eyes, indicating the slight beginnings of crows feet.

His heart raced in his chest as he looked like he was much older than he should’ve been, however, his cock throbbed once more and his fear evaporated into thin air.

“What a day,” Derek sighed, rubbing his mature face with his hands. Of course he looked a bit older for his age. He was a total daddy after all, and having a boyish face wouldn’t play into that role. 

Shaking his head at his dazed feeling, Derek went back downstairs, his tented boxers out in front of himself.

When he entered the kitchen, Stiles’s grin grew even wider as he looked his boyfriend up and down. “If you need some help with that, you gotta give me a second because this is boiling,” he said, gesturing at the pot on the stove. “But it shouldn’t take too long… Daddy.”

Derek grunted as his cock spasmed again, a large wet mark starting to form on the front of his tented boxers from his precum drooling out his hard member. He put on a coy smile of his own, crossing his arms in front of his hairy chest. “Well, you better make it quick, ‘cause Daddy’s getting impatient,” he grunted.

Again, Derek felt like something was off as he looked down at his hairy chest. The older hunk could’ve sworn that his chest was naturally smooth and typically devoid of any hair, but that thought was quickly proven wrong as he stared down at his hairy pecs and stomach. In fact, his whole body seemed to be covered in coarse, black hair. It covered his strong arms, thick legs, and even disappeared into his tented out boxers. 

Derek snorted at himself. Of course he was hairy, and he’d always melted at the sensation of Stiles running his fingers through his thick chest hair. He just chalked up his foggy brain to his insane horniness that he felt, his cock aching for his boyfriend to touch.

Derek squirmed in place, his cock twitching madly as Stiles finished up at the stove. Once the burner was turned off, Derek couldn’t contain himself anymore and eagerly rushed forward, easily tossing the smaller guy over his shoulder as he stomped towards the couch.

Stiles laughed. “Damn, I guess you’re really frisky,” he giggled, “…Daddy.”

���Hnng,” Derek bellowed as his cock leaked even more precum, his thudding footsteps sounding heavier and much louder than normal.

For the millionth time that hour, Derek scrunched up his face in confusion as he lumbered towards the couch. The way his thighs rolled over each other as he waddled felt wrong to him. Whereas Stiles felt lighter in his hold for some reason, Derek felt as if his own chest was much heavier than it should’ve been. He glanced downward at his hairy pecs, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull at the way his bulbous pecs jutted out in front of him, having ballooned to such a large size. They blocked the view of anything south, forcing Derek to stare at his hairy mounds and the tips of his nubby nipples. He blushed as he felt a foreign jiggling at his gut, and upon glancing at his blurry reflection in the TV, he could make out a large, hairy musclegut that his large pectorals rested upon. His boxers had magically disappeared, and the werewolf nearly sputtered at his massive ten inch monster cock that bobbed in front of him. Even his hairy butt had bubbled out, jutting out from his broadened back at a large angle. To finalize his growth, Derek’s arms had doubled in muscle, explaining away at how Stiles felt lighter.

It was hard to deny it now, as Derek stared at his altered reflection. The large muscled up, hairy older man who stared back at him from the TV’s glare. He finally pieced together what was happening: Derek was turning into a total daddy.

And he loved it.

As shocked as he was, Derek’s panic was quickly replaced with lust as he flexed his free arm with power, loving how big and manly it looked. He knew deep down that Stiles had somehow played a hand in this, and he loved him even more for it. Mental images of the two of them out in public, Derek completely dwarfing his smaller boyfriend who called him “Daddy” for all to hear filled him a giddy excitement, and he couldn’t wait to have Stiles run his fingers through his chest hair.

Derek tossed Stiles down onto the couch and loomed over him, smirking hungrily down at him. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and flexing his beefy, hairy muscles. “Who’s your daddy?” he bellowed in his deeper voice.

Stiles could only grin back up at him in anticipation before lowly whispering, “You… Daddy.”

“Uuughh!” Derek grunted as he came, loving how his bulky muscles bounced as his cock erupted, shooting his fat load up onto his hairy pecs. He knew deep down that he’d just cemented his transformation into a muscle daddy, but the second he looked down at his boyfriend, his enlarged cock shot straight back to life, and he pounced, forcing Stiles to take care of his daddy all night long.

[bookworm-2000]

I don’t think a dom/sub relationship/situation works for Sterek.

Don’t get me wrong, sterek has to be one of my favourite ships of all time, the chemistry’s there, the saving each other is there, it just works.

But looking into both of their pasts? Neither role works for them.

Dom Derek? Absolutely not, he would be constantly worried he was acting too much like Kate, hurting Stiles, having too much power over him, etc, also might worry about the age gap and believe he’s preying on Stiles like Kate did to him.

Sub Derek? Nope as well, would remind him too much of Kate. He would most likely have this idea in his head that he’s allowing someone control over him again and look where that got him last time? With most of his family dead.

Dom Stiles? Yeah, no. The Nogitsune. Need I say more? He’s terrified of ever having power over people again. Last time he had the power to actually do something? Look at how many people he killed. (Of course we know it wasn’t actually him but have you seen his guilt complex?)

Sub Stiles? No. He was literally possessed, lost all control over his own body for months. I just don’t think he would be able to give up that control again willingly, even with someone he loves and trusts with everything he has.

This was just a bit of fun with a character study and rest assured I will still read all of these dynamics 🤭

Sterek is eternal!

[rosalie-starfall]

Headmistress Rosalind Hale

Fate: The Winx Saga - Low-Flying Panic Attack

[theonlyblackcanary]

Family

The house explosion from Furious 7 but with Beck and Natalie

@axelwolf8109 @lynsrosegarden @jackiequick @greek-freak101 @epickiya722 @dombrianoteretto @

"Dom, you got a package from Tokyo!" Brian called out. "What, is Han trying to convert me to a turbocharger?" Dom laughed. Beck was struggling with putting Alexis in her car seat, sighing when she threw her toy car. "Baby, cars don't fly"

"Beck in a minivan, now I've seen it all" Dom teased his sister in law. Natalie sighed. "Don't remind me, I know he's struggling" She stepped off the porch, Brian walking to his brother to give the pair privacy.

Dom sighed. "I asked him last night, he said he doesn't miss the cars, the girls, none of it, he misses the blood and bullets. And I know Brian feels the same, it's an O'Connor thing" Natalie said, crossing her arms.

Dom looked at her. "I don't want him to be disappointed in his life" She started to walk again, Dom's phone rang and he answered it. "Yeah?"

"Dominic Toretto, you don't know me. But you're about to"

A GPS signal showed from Tokyo, Dom took one look at the box and his eyes widened. "Get down!"

The package that looked so innocent only a couple seconds ago exploded, taking the house with it

He grabbed Natalie and dropped to the ground, Beck ducking, and Brian closing the car door to protect his niece. The shockwave slammed his head to the window roughly, causing the glass to break.

Dom didn't let Natalie go until the noise stopped. "Beck!" She ran to her husband, Dom following when he saw blood running down Brian's forehead.

Alexis was shaking and clearly scared but unharmed, Beck hugging her tightly, Natalie looking over them both, tears running down.

Dom hugged Brian close. He couldn't even look at the ruins of his house, all he knew was someone had tried to kill his family and they would suffer.

[rosalie-starfall]

Headmistress Rosalind Hale

Fate: The Winx Saga - Taken By The Wind

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Johnny Dangerously 1984

[karlakattz]

I wrote a little something for the 'What‘s a Stiles' Sterek April event.

“You like that?“ Stiles whispers.

“Yeah.“ He does. God, he does.

Stiles makes a short pause, then he says: “Go to bed with me, Derek.“

The human already pulls away and Derek instantly misses his touch and his warmth and for a too long moment he is lost, still kneeling on the floor, still half hard, still wanting.

Stiles gets back to bed, pulls the cover to the side and spreads his arms. “C’mere.”

Derek crawls up to him, carefully gets comfy at his side and a heartbeat later Stiles throws the blanket over them both, wraps them in, wraps his arms around Derek and just holds him. Resting his head on Stiles’ chest, Derek takes a deep inhale of what smells like cinnamon and vanilla and also arousal, and he smiles at himself, pleased that his mate is just as affected as he is.

It’s kinda surreal, laying like this with Stiles. With Stiles.

Derek fantasized about a moment like that, but no imagination comes close to the sensation of reality. Stiles is so warm and stronger than he expected. Which is kinda stupid, really, because Derek has seen Stiles fighting fearlessly against monsters, has seen the muscles he built up in the past few years when the pack had to patch his wounds afterwards. Objectively, he knew Stiles was strong — but feeling it is a different story.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Stiles starts and his voice is deep and smooth like honey, “I’m gonna date you, Derek Hale, I’m gonna date you so fucking hard. And then, when we’re ready, we’re gonna play…”

Derek can hear his heartbeat, always a bit faster than the average human, but now it’s even more erratic. Stiles starts stroking over his bare back, his palm is hot on Derek’s skin.

“And you’re gonna be my good alpha,” Stiles whispers.

The whole fic is here:

[sinfulneverlcnd]

OPEN STARTER: @chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet LOCATION: Luca's Apartment TIME: Twilight // Early Winter CHARACTERS:  Willow Hale && Dom Luca VERSE: S.W.A.T

"He needs you, it's bad, Will..."

Streets voice cut through the line, the pain in his words breaking her heart. She took one look at her date, a man whose last name was lost on her, fumbled an apology and darted out. The restaurant was only a few blocks away from his apartment, and she ran to him. The cold whipping at her small body, the heels clicking on uneven ground until she reached the elevator in the lobby of his building, her heart pounding as she waited for it to go up. The key to his door already in her hand. Willow didn't bother knocking, flinging the hard wood open. The room was dark, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, feeling her way through the room until she found him sprawled out on the couch. His large frame too big for the two seater, a bottle of beer beginning to slip from his fingers.

Panic bloomed in her chest, tears welling in her eyes as she kicked the door closed and ran to his side. Dropping to her knees, a small hand brushing against his cheek, cupping his face. "Dom? Dom... what happened? Talk to me..." Her voice soft and gentle, concern overshadowing anything else. Tears welling in her eyes as she tried to get him to focus on her...

[murdrdocs]

death do us part

description. there's murders happening at camp half blood, and you and LUKE CASTELLAN care about them. really, you do. but you can't help but sneak off and break a few of the rules of survival laid out by luke's brother. besides, what's really the worst thing that can happen?

includes. SMUT 18+, mutual masturbation (kinda), oral (f receiving), fingering, handjobs, mentions of vibrators (m and f receiving), shower sex, some mentions of death, subby luke vibes, dom reader vibes, whipped luke, situationships, slightly bitchy reader

wc. 3.4k+

a/n: art is record separator by phil hale. barely edited

Both of you are being selfish. 

Distantly, in the back of your mind beneath the raging hormones perhaps, you’re aware that this is not only disrespectful but also irresponsible. 

Luke’s brother’s words ring in your head, reminding you over and over again. 

You had been sitting around an unsanctioned campfire at the time, a dozen or so of you all passing around bottles of alcohol that had been snuck in by one of Luke’s younger siblings who was desperate to impress and please all of you. With the buzz taking over your body and providing a general feeling of elation, you must admit that they impressed you. Maybe Luke too, who was surely delighted to have you all over him. Your little game of cat and mouse was finally coming to an end, likely spurred on by the havoc that had taken over Camp Half-Blood. Everyone was on edge, wondering who was next. Because according to Chris and a few other kids who were slasher fanatics, there would be a next. And soon. 

Which is likely why all of you were down by the shore and letting off steam. Simply existing before something happened by the time the sun rose. 

Usually, come morning you would blame your touchiness towards Luke on alcohol. But now, if either of you made it to the morning, you swore you would stop playing hard to get, throw caution to the wind, and kiss him during first daylight, a signifier that your relationship, whatever was going on between you two, withstood the test of the night and could now be official. 

You two could do it. If that was tipsy delusion or rationale talking, you didn’t know. 

All you knew was that Chris Rodriquez was definitely drunk, but there had to be some truth to his words. 

“Listen, listen.” He stood, raising his beer bottle as if he were about to toast. You hoped the bottle wasn’t empty yet, for Chris had a habit of pulling you all into a game of spin the bottle whenever he got like this. Sometimes, you didn’t mind it. Not when you got to kiss Luke. But watching Luke kiss someone else always left a sour taste on the back of your tongue. 

When Chris took a swig, you sighed a bit and slunk further into Luke’s side. 

“If we’re going to survive this–” each of you knew what he was talking about. The grieving families and empty beds made sure you each knew what was happening. “We’ll have to live by a set of rules.” 

“Rules?” Luke spoke from beside you for the first time in a while. You turned to look at him and immediately got distracted. His scar shined in the warm lighting, the orange making the slight flush along his cheeks a little more distinct. His eyes were heavy. They were relaxed. He was relaxed, and the irony didn’t fly over your head. 

Weirdly enough, you found yourself relaxed, too. Tucked into his side with his arm slung over your shoulder like the two of you were together. It was normal for you both to get like that late at night, but the difference in the air made it seem more sentimental. 

Luke, likely sensing your staring, turned to look at you. He smiled just a bit, and you didn’t hesitate as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. The two of you separated soon enough to hear Chris’ rant. 

“Yeah. Rules.” When no one around the bonfire seemed to understand what rules he was referring to, he took a swig of his beer, sat it on the log behind him, and stood on his soap box. 

“There are a set of rules to surviving something like this. Rule number 1: never say you’ll be right back. Trust me, you won’t.” 

One of the girls raised her hand, her face scrunched into a pout. Chris stopped to look at her, pointing a finger as an indicator for her to speak. “What do we say instead?”

Chris took a second. He hesitated, his dark and glassy eyes searching around him for an answer, then, “Just leave and come back. Don’t announce it.” 

The answer seemed good enough for her and Chris continued. 

“Rule number 2: don’t shower alone. This is just an invitation for the killer to sneak up on you, and slash you up. Next thing you know, we’re finding you stark naked.” This rule seemed to make sense for everyone else and no one spoke up. “Rule number 3: do not have sex. And if you’re a virgin, now is not the time to lose your virginity.” 

This incited a low level of outrage from a few people around the camp. Your hand settled on Luke’s thigh, and you could feel him staring at you. Still, you continued to stare ahead at Chris. 

“It’s not safe!” He exclaimed. “You’re left vulnerable, just like in rule 2, and for some reason, killers love to prey on the promiscuous. Just keep it in your pants until whoever is doing this is caught. That’s all. And rule 4, the most important one: never ever, ever go off alone. This will single you out and make you an easy target. You follow these rules, and maybe you’ll survive.” 

Chris finished his rant, took a final swig of his beer, and sat back down. 

Luke’s hand fell to your thigh. He ran his touch up and down once, and then squeezed your flesh twice. From the corner of your eye, you saw the grin grow on Luke’s face and turned to him. Neither of you had to say anything. Luke raised his eyebrows, smiled at you, and you nodded. 

Luke opened his mouth to likely spew out some bullshit excuse, but everyone’s attention turned towards one of the kids sitting next to Chris who suddenly broke out of a stupor to protest Chris’ rules. Which left you and Luke an opening. 

He took his arm from around your shoulder, placed his hand out for you to take, and then stood with you on his heels. 

“Where’re you two going?” Silena asked from beside you. 

You grinned down at her and communicated all you needed to in that one look. “To sleep. Chris said not to leave alone, right?” 

She was clearly unconvinced, but she still nodded and kept her mouth shut. 

And the two of you walked away to the sound of Chris pitching yet another spin-the-bottle game. 

Which brought you here, in the bathrooms instead of your cabin. Your poorly formed excuse spoken to Luke was something along the lines of needing to scrub off the grime from the day, and especially the thick layer of bug spray that you’ve recently had to use. Some of the more superstitious kids in camp attributed the increase in bugs to the increase in deaths. You attributed it to a malfunction of the Mist. 

You knew that Luke, being the gentleman that he is, wouldn’t dare let you shower alone. Not since his brother laid out the rules. You also knew that Luke, being as infatuated with you as he is, would take any chance he could to get with you, even if it was selfish and irresponsible. 

But you don’t think he’s considering either factor right now as he’s kissing you as if he has a one-track mind. 

One of the showers is running behind you. The two of you had originally been waiting for the water to turn hot, but that happened a while ago, and now Luke was keeping you busy in the center of the bathroom, his hands gratefully roaming over your body, feeling you up. 

He has one hand settled along the back of your thigh, just right under the end of your jean shorts. His other hand grips your cheek, holding your face steady for him to messily kiss you. You don’t mind the mess of it, you’re not bothered by the way his tongue clumsily slips outside of your mouth a few times, because it’s a sign of how he’ll fuck you. Unabashed, uninhibited, maybe he’ll even whimper in your ear when he cums. 

Just the thought alone is enough to encourage you.

You hook your fingers under Luke’s shirt, a faded graphic tee you thrifted and brought back to camp for him, and lift it just over his navel. He gets the message and pulls away from your lips, but there’s a force pulling him back once, twice, and one final time before he pulls back just enough to pull his shirt over his head. He looks like something out of a movie as he lifts the black shirt off by the neckline and tosses it to the floor. You don’t know if he means to, but he flexes while he does it, his abdomen taunt and the veins in his arms popping out more than usual. 

You’ve seen Luke’s body many times and in many different scenarios, but each time you have to take a moment. And he knows you well enough to anticipate it. 

He stands within arms reach, watching you watch him. You can’t tell since your eyes are focused on the way his abs frame his navel, the way his skin has deepened a shade, and the scars and moles that are dotted across his body, but he’s smiling. A small, barely there quirk of his lips. 

Eventually, you take a step closer to Luke, pressing your fingers into his skin and sliding your hands back until your fingers interlock around his back. You pull Luke closer to you, lifting your head and nudging the tip of his nose with yours. 

“You done?” he asks, referencing your prolonged staring. 

You hum, nodding as you reach for Luke’s lips with your own. “‘m done.” And then Luke kisses you again. 

There’s some repetition when Luke lifts your shirt over your head, but he appreciates your frame with his lips. He kisses your shoulders and neck as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. He litters kisses into your stomach as he sinks to his knees, pulling your now unbuttoned shorts with him. He helps you step out of them, taking your shoes off as he does so, and when you’re only left in your panties, he looks up at you. 

“Mind if I do the honors?” 

You answer him through a grin. “Only if you let me return the favor.” 

And he does. 

It has been clear that your shower with Luke was likely going to be more than a shower, even though it was previously unspoken between you both. It doesn’t need to be spoken, not whenever there’s an obvious wet patch in your panties when Luke pulls them down, or when you’re face to face with his semi when you pull his boxers off of his hips. 

You look up at Luke, your eyes slightly narrowed and a tiny smile on your lips. You don’t say anything, but Luke still rolls his eyes. He scoffs, jerks his head in a motion that tells you to stand. As soon as you do, he has your face in his hands and his lips on yours. Your hands grip his sides, keeping him pressed close to you. 

Luke blindly walks you both back to the shower. He turns when your back faces the shower head, and lets the water flow down onto him first, pulling away only when his hair starts to get wet. 

He has his eyes shut, water cascading down his body in a way that makes him look like one of the Greek sculptures that now sit locked in museums. 

He pushes his hair off of his forehead, tipping his head back. 

“Hair,” he tells you. And it takes you a second to tell that he’s asking you if you’re gonna put yours back. You quickly throw your hair up and out of your face, putting it back enough to avoid the stream of the shower, and then you pull Luke closer to you. 

“Not even gonna pretend to shower? Maybe do a quick rinse?” He’s teasing, but you roll your eyes, move Luke out of the way, and then stand beneath the stream, lifting your arms and turning around to let the water roll over your body. 

You look up at Luke and catch him staring. His eyes trail along your tits, deep gaze following individual droplets of water as they collide with your shoulder and roll all the way down to the peak of your tits, where they drop off to fall to the shower floor. 

You scoff but don’t say anything. You’re not a hypocrite. 

“Happy?” You ask him as you step out from the water. 

His answer comes in the form of grateful hands pressing into your lower back. His fingertips pinch your hips as he directs you to the side wall. You don’t have to be told to tilt your head up. You’re already waiting for him, unable to resist smiling into the kiss when Luke brings his lips down onto yours. 

He trails a hand down between your thighs, knocking them further apart with a tap of his knee against yours. 

When his fingers, the middle and index, pull your lips apart, you sigh into his mouth. When they press against you, spreading the wetness already gathered there, you mewl against his tongue. 

Luke’s good with his fingers, you both know it. At this point in your relationship—or whatever both of you decide to call it in the moment—with Luke, he knows you well. He knows that you like it when he hooks his fingers and slightly grazes the top of your walls. He doesn’t have to ask if you’re feeling good, but he does it anyway. 

“Good?” Spoken against your lips, the ghost of his own lips brushing against yours as his words enter your mouth. 

You nod, knocking your head back against the wall without much care of the water there. 

Luke’s other hand clasps behind your knee where he lifts your leg, pressing the inside of it to his hip. He has you opened up for him, giving him free range to practically piston his fingers inside of you. It’s a fervorous pace, more hungry than you’ve known Luke to be. But you don’t mind it. 

It’s late, the two of you are as tired as you are horny, it’s nice to rub one out quickly and then knock out. It’s a routine both of you are used to. 

Like usual, you reach forward and wrap your hand around Luke’s cock. 

It’s no surprise when you swipe your thumb over his tip and are greeted with precum. Truthfully, you’re shocked there’s not more. But tonight, unlike other nights, you hadn’t given Luke the workaround. You wanted him. He knew you wanted him. And you were tired of pretending, tired of acting like you didn’t want to really and truly be with Luke. 

You would tell him. You were gonna tell him tonight. 

… After you came. 

It doesn’t take much more of Luke’s work for you to feel the beginnings of an orgasm creeping in. The urge to reach it is what has you locking your fingers in Luke’s wet curls and nudging him down. 

He doesn’t protest. He just smiles and sinks to his knees, settling his head between your thighs. Without much hesitance at all, he latches his lips onto your clit. 

Soon thereafter you’re arching into his mouth, your standing leg locked while your bent one hooks over Luke’s shoulder, pulling him closer even though your hand in his hair has already assured that he’s as close as he can get. His fingers curl within you, massaging your fluttering walls as you cum around them. Your moans are loud, echoing off of the walls and barely shrouded by the thunder of water meeting the tiled floors. Distantly, you hope that no one else has decided to come for a shower tonight, but the thought in the forefront of your mind is that you hope your orgasm never ends. 

It feels so good when Luke makes you cum. It always does. Rather he does it like this, with his fingers and mouth, or even his cock, or if he does it with one of the toys you brought back from home with you, a recent fascination of his. 

The image of when you had used the toy on Luke, pressing the vibrating shape onto his tip, pushes an aftershock out of your body, one that is pulled to completion by Luke’s eager work between your legs. 

When he pulls himself from between your legs, he swipes his palm, spread out as flat as it can get, along your cunt. You don’t realize that he did it to gather your wetness until he has that same hand wrapped around his cock. He tugs, spreading your arousal with the movement. 

It does the trick, Luke’s eyes fluttering shut as he twists his wrist. 

You tut and pull his hand away from his wrist. He doesn’t question it, only watching you through heavy eyes as you spit a large glob into your hand and replace Luke’s work with your own. 

His arms wrap around your waist. They wrap around your shoulders. He rests his forehead against yours and then lets his head fall to your shoulder whenever you pick your pace up a bit. 

He’s noisy, you can feel his chest vibrating from where you have your hand pressed into his sternum. But he’s too quiet for you to hear. His volume, paired with the noise of the shower, frustrates you. You dip your head to the side, attempting to get your ear closer to Luke. 

It works a bit, you’re able to hear his low groans, but it’s not enough. 

Eventually, you call his name. It comes out as a mix between a request and a demand, existing somewhere in the middle where you hold a considerable amount of control of Luke Castellan, practically the leader of leaders at Camp Half-Blood. 

Yet, you’re his pied piper. 

He hums, his eyebrows pushed together. You can’t tell if his look is one of confusion or pleasure. You figure it’s both. 

“Look at me. I wanna see you.” This is a plea. 

Luke nods once, and then he looks at you. 

It’s something you wanted, but it makes you flush a little. Having Luke’s undivided attention always made you squirm a bit, even when it usually made your ego flare. But that was when you weren’t here. When you were fully clothed and surrounded by the protection of your friends. When they giggled and nudged your side to tell you that the Luke Castellan was staring at you. This look isn’t much different from the one he gave you then, but there’s weight to it. He’s staring at you, with something so sincere in his eyes. Beyond just horniness, beyond a desire for you to make him cum. 

It’s so much, too much, but you were the one to request it, so you don’t back down. 

You square your shoulders and jerk Luke off with more determination. 

His eyes start to flutter shut as he gets closer, getting heavier and heavier as if he’s fighting off sleep. But each time they close, they open back up in a couple of seconds. He’s so determined to obey you, it’s flattering. It’s impossible for the way Luke Castellan treats you to not go to your head. Especially when he starts speaking to you. 

“Feels so good. ‘m so close. A little bit more.” 

He knocks his forehead against yours, holding you still by cupping the back of your neck when your head lolls from the force of the collision. 

He kisses you as he cums. His cock twitched in your hand as warm cum spurts onto your stomach and thighs. His lips move slowly, languidly, not kissing you as much as they just linger. 

But it’s fine that way. You don’t mind it that way. 

By the time both of you have come down, really came down, you’ve washed yourselves clean of the bug spray, cum, and general grime of camp. Luke shuts the shower off, he pads over to the linen closet at the end of the bathroom and you’re momentarily grateful that the kids have actually done their chores and restocked the closet with fresh towels whenever you realize neither you or Luke have clothes. 

Not only did you not have clean and fresh clothes, but the clothes you were wearing before were gone now. 

When you alert Luke of the problem, he groans. He tosses you a towel, wrapping his own around his waist, and stands in the center of the bathroom with his hands tossed onto his hips. He thinks for a second, clicking his tongue a few times. 

“Okay,” he turns to face you. “I’m gonna go grab us some clothes. You stay here.” He kisses your forehead, readjusts his towel on his hips, and tells you, “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Do you have any fanfics about Stiles turning into a fox?

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Mating Run by Starless_Void (9/9 | 47,631 | Explicit | Steter) Newly presented werefox omega, Stiles Stilinski, signs up for the annual Mating Run, a supernatural event designed to pair eligible were-folk of the candid variety. Alpha Peter Hale returns to his hometown after being away for ten years, traveling the world and making his fortune, or, well, adding to it, at least.

You can guess what happens next...;)

Exceeding Expectations by Dagger_Stiletto (2/2 | 20,497 | Teen | Steter) This is the last time the Hale Pack will ever entrust Stiles to Scott fucking McCall's care. The absolute last time. He couldn't keep his dick inside his pants for a single night, and now Stiles is a Were-creature, Bitten against his will and drugged and abandoned by the friend that should have been there to protect him. But now Peter is an Alpha again, and all the better for it. Peter will be sure to keep his favorite Beta safe where Scott wouldn't.

The Der-Bear-Est of Them All by sapphireginger (16/16 | 18,976 | Teen | Sterek) True Mates Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale are as close as close can be. Derek is very protective of his little mate who is only three while he himself is only seven.

This is their story.

At Home Under the Moon by wanderingeye (1/1 | 18,425 | Explicit | Sterek) There is no doubt in Derek’s mind that this fox is alone, in trouble, and needs to come home with them, with him. Derek takes a risk and lets his wolf go, calling his human side forward as he shifts. The fox barks in alarm and scrambles back to the bushes. Derek kneels and holds his hands out palm up.

Derek pushes power into the next words and lets his eyes go red. “I promise. You’re safe. No one will hurt you.”

Caged by DearDaisy, Giveemhale (1/1 | 16,274 | Teen | Sterek) Werefox Stiles instantly knows there are hunters in his town, he can smell them. But with them has come that enticing scent that he used to smell in Beacon Hills. Beacon Hills, the place where he grew up and where his mother died. And the place him and his father left.

Stiles isn’t going to let hunters come into his town, only when he investigates, he finds a captive wolf.

Stiles is My Safe Place by Star_crossed02 (5/5 | 10,106 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles gets bitten by Kali, and after a brief adjustment period, proceeds to co-lead the Hale Pack to defeat the Alpha Pack once and for all. 

OR

What happens when a sassy spark-werefox starts courting an alpha sourwolf?

Stiles Stilinski Animal Whisperer by StaciNadia (1/1 | 5,558 | Teen | Sterek) When Stiles gets bitten and becomes a werefox, he discovers that he can understand what animals are saying.

Only You Can Calm Me Down by AMatchInWater (1/1 | 3,228 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles turns into a fox after the Nogitsune leaves him and he thinks that Derek is his Alpha and not Scott. With Derek having left for South America with Cora, Stiles feels separated from not only his pack but his mate and goes feral.

Of course Derek immediately comes back when the sheriff calls him and demands he come fix Stiles. It isn't until he's back in Beacon Hills that he sees just what he needs to fix.

Dear Derek… I’m dating your uncle? By Geoff_Ramseys_Moustache (1/1 | 2,483 | Teen | Steter) Peter and Stiles have been dating for a while, and they haven't exactly been subtle... it's not their fault their family is oblivious. 

or 

The Pack find out about Peter and Stiles.

AND

@seaweed-water suggested this one.

Do Not Go Gentle by MojoFlower

(51/51 I 191,878 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

AND AND

@library-fiend suggested this one.

Hanging On (You're All That's Left To Hold On To) by vMures

(19/19 I 92,823 I Teen I Steter)

The Stilinskis find themselves struggling in the aftermath of the Nogitsune; sometimes help comes from the most unlikeliest of places.

[gaypirate420]

Sleepy // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x AFAB!reader

Summary: Jasper's night hunger.

Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Fluff. Soft!Dom!Jasper. Inappropriate use of vampire gift. Scent kink. Fingering. Creampie. Aftercare.

The night breeze made his yellow hair fly delicately. His silent steps approached a specific home in Forks, one that always had the window of the second floor opened.

Jasper slides inside like a cat luring around for shelter and food.

His golden eyes soften at the sight.

Your body is all wrapped up with blankets, he closes the window so you can be warmer tonight.

Jasper leans closer and can't help but drown on your scent.

His gentle lips brush against your cheek, you shiver and mumble.

"...cowboy?" You speak softly as your hand tries to find his in the dark.

"Yes, darlin' thought I gave you a little visit." The blonde whispered against your ear as he takes your hand and kisses your palm.

"What hour-"

"Shhhh don't open your eyes, dove, it's too early, you need to rest." Jasper whispers once more and places a finger on your lips, he uses his discreet gift to keep you calm and sleepy.

The vampire takes on your image once more and a smiles, his cold finger caress your bottom lip. Jasper chuckles softly at you already nodding to his non spoken request, you know him too well.

His cold lips meet yours in a soft and gentle dance. His hand wandering around your neck, tracing your artery down your collarbone and sliding into the warm blankets that cover you up, you gasp at the sudden cold feeling of his hand.

"Can I, darlin'? Just need you so bad." He whispers and kisses your jaw. You nod once more.

"Just....Jaspy.." You mumble, you look almost sedated from his ability, he notices this and reduces it a notch, feeling a little embarrassed about going all the way with it.

"Jaspy..." You call again feeling more aware of your surroundings, he hums against your skin as he leaves soft kisses along the length of your neck.

".... don't wanna...rough...gentle... please?" You asked sleepy, Jasper smiles and nods.

"Of course, sugar. Everything ya want. I'll ask something in return, can I?" He whispers against your ear, making you moan softly.

"....I'll be quiet, sir." You cut him off, the vampire chuckles again and rewards you with a slow and sensual kiss.

His hands travel down your chest as he slides under the covers with you.

You shiver as his cold hands hold your thighs, sliding down your shorts to reveale that you're not wearing underwear.

"Oh...someone was waiting for me." He purrs against you, leaving a tender kiss on your neck, making you moan in embarrassment.

His fingers trace circles on your thighs. You groaned loudly.

"Shhhh, you said you will be quiet, darlin'." He whispers against your chest as his lips traveled down your collarbones and his hands got rid of your shorts.

You mumbled an apology in your sleepy state, he smiles and his fingers caress the inside of your thighs. Your shy and small moans makes him more hungry.

The vampire groans against you, his heavy breath crashing against your skin as he takes on your sweet scent. You seem delicious lying so defenseless on your bed, he can feel the blood pumping through your veins and it's smell alongside with the creams you use for your night routine.

You are appetizing.

Your unconscious form makes out the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants being pulled down.

Jasper takes your hand and makes it touch his hard cock, you blush intensely as your hand takes a shy hold of it.

"Look at what you're doing to me, sweetheart." He mutters against your ear, making your sking crawl and a small moan leave your lips.

"It's only fair you take care of it, isn't it? I'm going to lose control and you wouldn't like that, would you? Leaving me all needy." Jasper keeps whispering.

The blonde smiles and kisses you check sweetly, you turn so he kisses your lips instead, Jasper chuckles and locks his lips with yours.

"You're not that cruel to me, are ya? To leave me like that." He whispers once more and you shake your head once. You need him as much as he needs you. You're as equally, if not more, desperate than him.

His pale fingers slowly make their way in between your thighs, caressing your already wet pussy.

You moaned at the sensation, you warm walls and his cold fingers make you shiver once more.

Jasper kisses your jaw and nuzzles on your neck as his fingers start making a slow movement on your clit. A moan leaves your lips as he slowly gets comfortable with it.

He rests his head on your chest, hearing your heart beating faster and faster with each gentle stroke.

And finally he buries two fingers inside your warm wall, you can't help but disobey him and moan soundly, your back arching.

"No, no, no, sugar, keep your pretty mouth shut, we don't want to wake up anyone, do we?" He whispers a little more sternly, your mouth immediately went shout, you tried to drown your moans.

You hold onto his free hand, he smirks and caress your skin with his thumb.

"Shhhh, quiet, sweetness. You do sound like you're having fun. Am I making you feel good, darling?" He asks with a much sweeter voice, you nod slowly, he smiles as he sees you going in and out of your sleep.

".... please..." You whisper groggily. He hushes you again.

"I'm just preparing you. I don't want to hurt you, be patient." Jasper explains and leaves a kiss on your forehead as he buries his fingers deeper into you.

He releases his aching member from his boxers, the vampire groans softly and rubs it against your clit in a teasing manner.

You moan again, your legs shaking in anticipation. You're not exactly awake and you don't want to either, it makes it more fun. He takes your legs and spreads them a little more, he doesn't want to bend you like he normally do because you look so peacefully asleep like this.

Jasper moans against your ear as he slowly introduces himself into you. You feel a tingly sensation on your stomach when his soft whimpers fills your ears.

He catches up a nice and steady rhythm as he pounds on you, you feel your body shake with the movement but that doesn't seem to wake you up.

The vampire buries his cock deeper, his hips clashing with yours as a louder moan leaves his lips, he mumbles against you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are, praising your body.

He's already pussy drunk.

"Oh, darling, nghhhh, oh, s-so good, you feel so good, nghhh, please, need more." He mumbles against you as he starts going faster and deeper on your, you moan loudly and feel your eyes flutter open for a couple of seconds.

Jasper keeps his rhythm, his dick twitching against you, making you gasp in pleasure.

"Nghh, I-I-inside...wanna cum inside you.... please, please." Jasper begs against your skin, you nod and kiss his trembling lips.

He finishes rather quickly but he has no shame about it. You feel too good. With a long and delicious moan for his part, the vampire fills you with his seed untill you're dripping.

"Ngh...god...t-thank you, sugar." He takes a second to let you breath and calm down, watching your chest rise and fall with each deep but shaky breath. He kissed your cheek tenderly.

"Want me to make you-"

"...just... wanna sleep....cuddle..." You speak before he finish his sentence, Jasper nods and pulls away. You whine.

"S-stay... please..." You mumble as your eyes close again.

"Let me clean us, I'll be right back, dove." He spokes softly as he grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. When he returns from your bathroom he find you curled up like a kitten and in a deep slumber.

Jasper smiles and takes in the image before cleaning you, leaving kisses in between your thighs and sweet caresses.

The vampire wraps you in your blankets and holds you close to his chest.

"I love you so much, my darlin'." He whispers before cupping your face and leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Tomorrow is going to be a perfect day, he's going to spoil you and pamper you all day, cook for you and give you so much cuddles and kisses to compensate the interruption of your sleep.

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A/N: So....how ya like it? Sorry for being away so long, I'm been very busy but hopefully I'll have some free time to work on requests and all that, sorry. In the meantime have this! Also, yes, the Halloween special is going to probably come out on Christmas.

[hoefordasmut]

Jasper hale smut

Fem reader x jasper hale

This is my first smutty post on tumbler

notes / warning : tummy bulge , sub reader , Dom jasper , make sure you wrap it before you tap it , jasper does not like to pull out , and that's kind of it!

Deep groans tickled your ear as Jasper thrusted deeply into your core, a thin sheet of sweat coated your forehead has you panted , eyes screwed shut in bliss.

"open your eyes darlin " Jasper's deep husky voice spoke from above you, your eyes opened as you placed your hand in his hair pulling him impossibly close. You wrapped your legs around his toned waist , pushing him deeper.

you mewled as he started to rub soft on your now puffy clit , begging for attention. "jazz" you groaned your hands pulling away from his hair electing a deep moan from him , your hands now roaming over his arms and chest, trailing over his scars.

"that's it, such a good girl for me." jasper smirked seeing you in this predicament, eyes blown with lust and teary eyed as you stared up at him , your breasts bouncing up and down with each of his harsh thrusts. Your tight cunt sucking him like a vice , all warm and wet for him, so inviting.

" please jazz I'm gonna cum!' You squealed your back arching , you're lips puckering pleading for a kiss. How could jasper deny you? his lips met your with desperation , jasper bit your lip drawing a speck of blood forming at your bottom lip, jasper eyed with with desire , slowly and trailed his tongue over to small speck of blood , groaning at the Taste of you.

"sugar, can you feel me right here " jasper placed a taunting hand on the bottom of your tummy pushing down slightly , as jasper thrusted into you a bulge formed , no wonder he felt so deep.

"Yes right there jazz " You whined the coil tightening in your tummy , jasper placed your legs over his shoulders , his thrusts now twice as deep and faster , chasing his own orgasm as well.

"fuck honey I'm gonna cum " jasper whined , suckling at your breasts, "cum in me please jasper " you cried with desperation your vision going white as you came, your release felt sweet and a wave of calm hit you, your cunt felt sensitive as jasper still thrusted into you making you moan out.

"Fuck Honey " Jasper stuttered as he came , thick hot ropes of cum into your now sensitive cunt , you twitched as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss to your puffy lips , whining as he accidentally pushed deeper in you.

"you okay darlin?" he mumbled into your neck as he placed soft kisses , "I'm okay jazzy" you mumbled sleepily , your body finally relaxing into the soft bed.

"I gotta clean you up now baby , don't fall asleep yet" jasper pulled away , pulling his cock out and tucking back away into his sweatpants , you whined as you felt his cum dribble out of your fucked out Hole. Jasper's eyes darkened as he took in the sight. Your legs shaky and legs still spread wide showing your cunt in all its glory.

Pink and puffy and very sensitive , clenching around nothing as his cum dribbled out , he watched has your cunt twitched as a glob of his cum trickled down your cunt and onto the bed.

lord how he wanted to fuck you again.

[little-diable]

At My Mercy - Jasper Hale (smut drabble)

I wrote this on my way to work, since I couldn’t get these words out of my head. It’s pure filth and just a drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected piv, choking, dom!Jasper, praise kink

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (400 words)

She had her face pressed into the pillow, hands tightening their grip on the fabric. The pillow managed to swallow most of the sinful sounds clawing through her, wanting to reverberate through the room, mixed with his. Jasper was towering over her, hands digging into her flesh.

“Fuck, so tight, could stay buried inside of you forever.” His growls left her trembling, closed eyes daring to roll back, searching for a different kind of darkness. Jasper guided her body, knowing how to touch her like a captain guiding its ship through uneasy water, he was always right there to take care of her.

“Mhm, Jas’.” The words rang in his ears, words no human being would have picked up on, unable to hear the sounds she used to mewl his name. His hips snapped against hers, burying himself deeper inside of her, needing to feel her walls clench his cock.

She felt him tense behind her, pulling out of her before (y/n) could understand what was happening. A gasp rippled through her as Jasper flipped her around, eyes meeting hers. He pushed back into her, groaning as her walls fluttered around him, needing to feel him just as close. No words were shared as he grasped her throat with his hand, tightening his grip.

“My pretty girl, I could do everything with you, and you’d take it like the good girl you are, wouldn’t you?” She parted her lips, desperate to reply, though no words managed to roll off her tongue, fuelled by the heat clashing through her. Both were close, about to let go with one another’s name leaving them. “At my mercy, forever my darlin’.”

She gasped at the way his accent grew thicker with every passing moment, making her limbs tremble. (Y/n) choked on her sobs, eyes squeezed shut, nails trying to leave their marks on his skin. Jasper’s thumb found her lips, forcing her to suck on the digit as he smirked down on her, allowing her to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing herself over the edge.

Both came in unison, moaning and groaning for one another. Their bodies clung together, desperate to feel one another near, even after such a powerful high. Jasper pulled out of her all too carefully, watching his cum drip down her thighs with a satisfied smirk, very well knowing that this wasn’t the last orgasm of this very shared evening.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Teen Wolf Masterlist

Protective - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 2, Episode 9. During Isaac's first full moon, he needs something to ground him - so he thinks of you. (2,300 words.)

BRAINWASHED - Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends/One-Sided Fantasies. Smut/PWP. Panty Stealing. Stiles has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and since you both hit high school, that love has become perverted by hormones. But he can't help it. He also can't seem to help it when he steals a pair of your underwear that were seemingly laid out for him - but he can't get too caught up in the logistics when he has a hand around his cock. (8,000 words.)

Eager Little Puppy - Sub!Isaac Lahey x Dom!GN!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You offer to help Isaac relax, and it ends up being a night he did not expect, though he can't help but to love it. (2,700 words.)

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Pure Angst. Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears. (11,700 words.)

Why Am I The One? - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set just post Season 3, Episode 4. After Issac is kicked out of Derek’s apartment with no reasoning and nowhere to go, he comes through a rainstorm soaking wet and finds his way to you. Freezing, alone, and looking desperate and sad - will you turn him away for cheating on you, or will you forgive him like you always do? (15,200 words.)

COMING SOON:

Stupid For You - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sequel to the above fic. Stiles still has your underwear that he stole, and he accidentally drops them in the locker room - in front of the entire lacrosse team. He lies and says that he got them from a hook-up with you, and surprisingly - you cover for him? But only on the condition that you can turn his lie into the truth. (10,200 words est.)

Mister Mxyzptlk - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Blurb

(Un)Intimidated - Derek Hale x GN!Reader Blurb

Claustrophobia - Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader Blurb

How would Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent react to seeing you naked by accident?

How would Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

How would Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale act while parenting your baby?

What kind of nicknames would Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and Derek Hale like in a relationship?

What would Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

Isaac Lahey Intimacy and Kink Headcanons

I'm not that good at this yet. - Isaac Lahey Playlist