#stiles Stilinski is ticklish

[princesslightgiggles]

Learning about being human - Part 1

Stiles Stilinski lounged on his bed, savoring the rare tranquility of a lazy Sunday morning. Beside him, Malia Tate seemed to be absorbing the concept of such stillness, a task that wasn’t exactly natural for her. Having spent years as a coyote in the wilderness, calm moments still felt foreign to her. She was becoming bored and restless.

“What are you thinking about?” Stiles asked, breaking the silence with his usual curiosity.

Malia turned her head to him, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Just... things,” she replied, vague as always.

“Things?” Stiles chuckled. “Care to elaborate?”

She gave him a playful nudge. “Just things.” she repeated.

As they lay there, Malia’s fingers gently circling Stiles’ chest, her hand wandered to his side, her fingers lightly brushing against his ribs. Stiles twitched, trying to hide his reaction, but Malia’s sharp senses picked up on it immediately.

“What’s that?” she asked, her fingers trailing along his ribs again, this time more deliberately.

“Nothing,” Stiles said quickly, but the quiver in his voice betrayed him.

Malia’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” she said, her fingers moving again to his side.

Stiles squirmed, letting out a half-suppressed laugh. “Okay, okay, stop!” he exclaimed, grabbing her wrist.

Malia frowned in confusion. “Why? Did I hurt you? What’s happening?”

Stiles sighed, realising he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. “It just…. tickles” he shrugged.

“Tickles?” Malia echoed, clearly unfamiliar with the concept.

“Yeah, when someone touches you in a certain way and it makes you laugh and squirm uncontrollably,” Stiles explained. “Haven’t you ever been tickled?”

Malia shook her head. “No. Is it bad?”

Stiles chuckled. “Not bad exactly, just... intense. Especially when you are as ticklish as I am.”

A mischievous glint sparked in Malia’s eyes. “Show me,” she said, her fingers starting to lightly scribble over his ribs. Knowing instinctually what to do.

“Malia, no!” Stiles yelped, trying to roll away. But Malia was persistent, her curiosity now fully engaged. She continued her light, teasing tickles, fingers brushing and scribbling against his skin. Stiles twisted and turned, desperately trying to evade her touch.

“Hold still!” Malia ordered, her voice tinged with amusement.

“I…. Can’t! Malia, seriously—” Stiles tried to plead, but his words dissolved into uncontrollable laughter as her fingers found their way under his arms. He squirmed wildly, trying to escape her relentless tickling.

“Interesting,” Malia mused, noting the spots that made him thrash the most. She quickly discovered that his hips and armpits were particularly sensitive, causing him to buck and writhe beneath her touch.

“Malia, no! Anywhere but there!” Stiles gasped, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

She paused briefly, looking down at him with a grin. “Why not here?” she asked, her fingers hovering over his armpits.

“Because it—” Stiles began, but was cut off as Malia resumed her tickling, her fingers dancing across his skin. “—tickles too much!”

Malia’s curiosity was fully piqued. “Is this spot more ticklish, that’s why you react more?”

“Yes!” Stiles could barely get his words out between gasps of laughter. “—it’s—ahhh!—unbearably ticklish!”

Malia’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Unbearably ticklish, huh? What about here?” Her fingers shifted to his hips, scribbling lightly.

Stiles bucked beneath her, his laughter growing louder. “Yes! Yes, there too!”

“What about here?” Malia moved her fingers to his knees, lightly brushing the skin.

Stiles’s laughter subsided slightly, his reaction less intense. “Not as much... that’s more... manageable,” he panted, grateful for the chance to catch his breath.

“Hm,” Malia said thoughtfully, “interesting.” She moved her fingers back to his ribs, eliciting another round of uncontrollable laughter. “And here?”

“Definitely... ahhh!—really ticklish!” Stiles managed to choke out.

Malia seemed to take this as a challenge, her fingers dancing over his ribs, armpits, and hips in turn. She looked around for any places she hadn’t yet tried… “What about your feet?” she asked, shifting to brush her fingers lightly over the soles of his feet.

Stiles jerked his foot away, his laughter taking on a desperate edge. “Yes! Very ticklish! Okay, okay, you’ve mapped out the most ticklish spots! Now please staaaaahp!”

Malia grinned, now more determined than ever. "Hold still," she commanded, a spark of playful determination in her eyes. She turned around, straddling his legs to pin them down, her fingers poised above his feet.

“Malia, no! Please not the feet, anywhere but the feet!” Stiles pleaded, his voice rising with a mix of panic and laughter.

"Why not the feet?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Just…. please don’t!" Stiles managed to gasp out, but it was too late. Malia’s fingers descended, lightly brushing and scribbling over the soles of his feet. Stiles's reaction was immediate and explosive; he bucked and thrashed, laughter pouring out of him uncontrollably.

“Ahhh! Stop, stop! I can’t take it!” he shouted, his voice breaking.

Malia’s eyes widened in fascination. “Why are your feet more ticklish than the other spots?”

“I don’t know!” Stiles cried out, barely able to speak through his laughter. “They just are!”

Malia continued her exploration, her fingers finding every sensitive spot on his feet. She scribbled lightly over his arches, brushed against his toes, and danced along his heels, each touch sending Stiles into renewed fits of laughter.

“Interesting,” Malia said, her voice thoughtful. “Your feet really do seem the most ticklish.”

“You think?!” Stiles shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm even as he laughed helplessly. “Malia please….. staaaaaaaahp! This is—ahhh!—torture! I’m dying!”

Malia laughed, clearly enjoying his reactions. “You’re not dying, Stiles. You’re just... very ticklish.” She said, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, no kidding!” Stiles gasped, trying to twist away but finding himself firmly pinned.

Malia's fingers were relentless, exploring every inch of his feet. "What about here?" she asked, brushing her fingers over the tops of his feet.

"Yes! Yes, there too!" Stiles yelped, his laughter taking on a desperate edge.

“And here?” Malia focused on the space between his toes, eliciting an even louder reaction.

“Okay, okay! Enough! I can’t take it anymore!” Stiles pleaded, his voice hoarse from laughing.

Finally, Malia relented, collapsing beside him with a satisfied smile. “You’re fun to tickle, Stiles.”

Stiles lay there, panting and trying to catch his breath. “You... are... evil,” he managed to say, still feeling the lingering tingles of her tickling.

“Maybe,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “But you love me.”

Stiles laughed, pulling her into a hug. “Yeah, I guess I do.” And in that moment, amidst the tickles and laughter, he realised just how much he loved every unpredictable, wild moment with Malia.

[hersie44]

Teen Wolf Scenarios #1

Note: This is something short I'm doing while working on the next chapter, had to take a break due to health issues.

Characters included: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar.

Scenario #1: How the teen wolf boys kiss you.

Derek Hale:

Derek is definitely the hot and heavy kisser, either gripping your neck or gripping your hair. He’s not very into PDA but if he’s jealous then he doesn’t care who’s around, he’s definitely kissing you until you beg him to stop or begging to continue it somewhere more private. Will have a smirk on his face as you pull him towards his car.

In his softer moments, like if you’re having a bad day or got hurt, he’s gently cupping your face and pecking your lips repeatedly. He adores that the gesture makes you smile no matter what. He will also press quick kisses to your cheek when he walks past in the loft, he's obsessed with the blush that appears on your cheeks when he does it.

Scott McCall:

A shy boy, definitely quick kisses in public and cheek kisses only. He may be an alpha but he’s still very respectful, you will have to initiate a longer kiss if you want one in public. INFINITE FOREHEAD KISSES THOUGH.

In private though? Scott can’t keep his lips to himself, his lips barely leave yours for a breath before he’s on yours again. Definitely has long make-out sessions with you in his room and is definitely down to make-out on his bike. Both will definitely turn into something else though.

Stiles Stilinski:

He’s touch starved, do not expect anything less than him begging to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. Highly possible that if you’re dating then he’s not even going to ask, he just kisses you. With his friends? Arm around you, kissing your lips, forehead, cheek, whatever he can get close to. Your friends? Doesn’t care, will do the same thing. Everyone will be complaining except the two of you.

In private? He’s worse. He’s feral. If his dad isn’t home then you’re making out on the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, or even probably one time in his dad’s office. DEFINITELY making-out in the jeep, you straddling his lap and his hands on your thighs or ass. If he can then he’s getting action, not that you mind though.

Isaac Lahey:

THE SWEETEST BOY, he’s kissing you all the time. Long, sweet kisses. After losing his first love he’s going to be clingy, kissing your cheek and your forehead whenever he can. He loves when you kiss him and it leaves a lipstick mark, he is not letting anyone clean it off.

Behind closed doors, he’s absolutely devouring your lips. He’s addicted to them, comments about how he loves the taste of them. He is leaving hickey after hickey where everyone can see them, and smiling like an idiot if you complain.

Liam Dunbar:

He is clueless but affectionate, he blushes whenever you kiss him even if it’s just on the cheek. But he will also have the biggest smile on his face. He kisses your neck when you cuddle or when he holds you from behind, he loves that it makes you smile and laugh because it’s slightly ticklish.

In private he needs a bit of direction; he asks what you like and if he can kiss you. Once you say yes then he’s kissing you like this is the last thing he will ever get to do. Hands on your waist until he gets more confident then he’s squeezing your ass, he likes to kiss and bite your neck and is very proud when he sees the marks the next day.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Until you can't say my name.

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42138177

by Wineabout

When Stiles just can't manage to get the "Daddy" part of his Daddy kink into words, Peter offers a suggestion: If they couldn't coax the embarrassment away, maybe they could fuck it out of him.

---

“I think we need to get you out of your head for a little while, hm?” Peter ran his palms up and down smooth inner thighs. Thumbs just brushing at the soft, ticklish, divot that connected to pelvis. “I do have an idea,” he paused, watching Stiles’ eyes snap up and his pupils dilate - they both loved his ideas. “I picked up a package today…”

Stiles sat up to his elbows, mouth falling open before the corners came up sharp with his smile. “It came? Serious? That was so much faster than I expected.”

“I may have paid for expedited shipping, to surprise you.”

“I love you,” Stiles confessed with so much guttural earnestness it made Peter laugh.

Words: 4287, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Wineabout's Kinktober 2022

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Kinktober 2022, Dom/sub, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Dom Peter Hale, Daddy Peter Hale, Tickling, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Fucking Machines, Daddy Kink, Orgasm Delay, Edging, Kink Negotiation, Safewords, Aftercare, Subspace, POV Peter Hale, Rope Bondage

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42138177

[tickletastic]

It’s For Science

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Thiam (Liam/Theo)

Summary: Liam has reasonable suspicion to believe that Theo is ticklish, so he recruits the help of his friends to confirm his theory.

“I have a theory!”

Mason rolled his eyes, pulling the front door closed behind him. “Hello to you too, Li.”

“Hey Mase! Hey Corey! Okay, I have a theory.”

Corey snickered when Mason just sighed in response.

Liam bounced around, both of his parents were at the hospital, and Theo’s shift at the bookstore-cafe hybrid that he worked at wouldn’t be finished for at least another hour, so he had the whole house to expel his energy in as loudly as he wanted to.

“Okay so this might sound crazy, but I think that Theo is ticklish.”

“Dude,” Mason’s eyes widened, looking up at his best friend after toeing off his shoes.

“No way!” Corey exclaimed, his eyebrows meeting his hairline, “where is this theory of yours coming from?”

“Okay, okay, so,” Liam slapped his hands together looking between his two friends, “Theo had wanted to do something nice for my mom, so he was baking her favourite brownies, he even got that weird milk that she likes and the egg substitute she uses in her cakes.”

Mason huffed out a laugh through his nose, “of course you’re already sidetracked as soon as you start your story.”

Corey rubbed Mason’s arm and gave him a look that asked for patience, and Liam continued.

“So he was trying to hide it from my mom, right? As like a surprise or something but you know my mom and surprises, I love her but she always has to know everything like that one time we tried to plan that dinner for her and-”

“Liam,” Corey’s voice was soft, and his tone was somehow both encouraging and warning all at once.

“Right, so every time my mom would try to come in the room, he would stand in the doorframe and block her view by moving around, but my mom was getting a little impatient, kind of like that look you’re giving me now, Mase.” Liam’s dazed look turned to the boy in question, his eyebrow slightly raising.

“Sorry, Liam. Continue.”

“So my mom did that thing she does with me where she gives her whole ‘we can do this the easy way, or the hard way’ spiel,” Liam’s voice had raised comically in an attempt to nail his impression of his mother. “Except Theo’s new so he didn’t know what the ‘hard way’ would be so he just told her again that she would have to wait for a few more minutes. My mom took that as him asking for the hard way and she tickled his sides, he jumped like he had been electrocuted or something! I think he might’ve even giggled too.”

Corey was smiling, nodding along to Liam’s recounting of the tale. “Alright, sounds like a sound theory to me.”

Liam grinned wide at the validation from Corey, since he and Mason had started dating it felt like a breath of fresh air that finally there was someone patient who would at least listen before teasing him.

Not that he didn’t love Mason, but sometimes he just didn’t want to be kept on his toes.

“How do you want to go about this?” Mason questioned, his fist under his chin as if deep in thought.

Liam couldn’t help it when his mind blanked momentarily, “go about what?”

“Proving your theory?”

“Okay, okay, I was hoping you guys would help me. I have a plan.” The dangerous glint in Liam’s eye was one that Mason had seen far too many times over their lives, and it gave him a clue that Liam’s plan would probably be theatrical and crazy… But it would definitely get the job done.

---

By the time Liam had finished explaining his plan, Mason and Corey had witnessed thirty minutes of hand gestures, shouting, and sound effects. The three of them stood there, dazed, looking back and forth at one another until the opening of the front door snapped them out of it.

All three heads rapidly shot towards the door, and that was when Liam realized just how strange the three of them probably looked. They still had yet to sit down since Mason and Corey had arrived, and Corey was still wearing his coat despite the fact that they had been inside for nearly an hour.

“Hey Theo!”

“Uh- hey- hi Theo!”

As usual, Liam and Mason stumbled over their words as a team, Corey just sent his former alpha a shy smile accompanied by a small wave.

Theo’s brow furrowed, his mouth pulling into the small pout that Liam figured Theo didn’t even know that he did, and yet it still made the younger boy’s insides turn to mush.

“Uh- hi?”

Liam tried to make a smooth recovery, but he never really was an expert in smooth. “Why are you back?”

“I- uh- I live here. I think. I mean unless you-”

“No, no! I mean what are you doing back so early? I thought your shift ended at six today, I was going to surprise you with food when you got home.” Liam made sure to take note of Theo’s previous demeanour. Theo didn’t usually jump to conclusions anymore, and the Dunbar-Geyers had tried to make it as obvious as possible that this was his home, they would never kick him out. Liam figured the older boy hadn’t slept the night before, and he made a mental note to sneak into Theo’s room that night under the pretense that he had another berserker nightmare.

“Rhiannon let me off early,” He looked up at Liam from where he had previously been looking at the floor, and continued to anxiously scratch at the back of his neck. “I- uh, I brought you those lemon tarts that you like so much, Rhiannon let me make a fresh batch to take before I left. And there’s some cookies and croissants that I brought back if either of you two are hungry before dinner.”

Liam smiled wide, in the contagious, goofy way that he always did, and Theo found himself mirroring Liam’s expression. Corey let out a ‘thank you’ before Mason raided the box of treats, giving his boyfriend an oatmeal cookie while eating a sugar cookie himself.

Theo awkwardly scratched his neck. “You can handle dinner? If not I could probably cook up some of that cheesy pasta or something.”

Liam didn’t think his smile could get any wider. Since after the war, Theo had been trying desperately to receive forgiveness from Scott’s pack. Surprisingly, it was easier than he thought it would be, but that didn’t stop him from trying harder and harder with each new day. Theo was trying particularly hard with Corey, whose favourite food happened to be Theo’s homemade pasta. Corey looked down, but Liam could see that his cheeks held a soft smile.

“It’s cool, T, I was gonna order some food,” Liam reassured him, moving his hands in a dismissive manner.

“Alright, I can make it the next time you guys are over if you want,” Theo offered, a barely-there blush held on his cheeks. Corey nodded eagerly, and Mason mumbled something through a mouthful of icing. “Alright, well, I’m gonna head up, I have a little bit of a headache.” As if to further solidify his words, the chimera rubbed the heels on his palms over his eyelids.

Liam frowned slightly, trying to neutralize his expression. He had a sneaking suspicion that Theo was going to take a nap so that he could stay awake throughout the night, but he would find a way to coax Theo to sleep later on. Before Theo could scent his confusion, Liam smiled again, sending a thumbs-up Theo’s way, “let me know if you need anything.”

Theo climbed the stairs, and Liam finally turned around to look at his two best friends, who were both wide-eyed, with varying degrees of crumbs on their faces.

“We’re getting Greek.”

“What happened to Chinese-?”

“Shh! We’re getting Greek.” Liam figured that Theo wasn’t listening to them, considering how tired he seemed to be, but the younger boy wanted to spare himself from embarrassment nonetheless. After all, he did say they were ordering dinner, he never specified what it would be. So what if that dinner just happened to be Theo’s favourite after he had a particularly bad day?

---

Today, Scott was expecting them over for a pack meeting. As usual, despite the fact that Theo had been welcomed into the pack and had been personally texted regarding the meeting, Liam could smell the anxiety wafting off of Theo.

“It’s alright, you know?” Liam asked, sitting on the bed opposite from Theo, who now had a scowl on his face.

“What’s alright?” Theo questioned, feigning naivete.

“They accept you now, you’re free, you’re never going to have to go back there. So, it’s alright. You can calm down.”

Theo sighed, shaking his head and reaching under the bed for his shoes. Liam felt the sudden urge to push the hair out of Theo's eyes, and before he could stop himself he was reaching out, carding soft fingers through even softer hair.

Theo froze completely, looking straight up at Liam in shock. Liam finally realized what he had done and felt his face go bright red.

“I-uh. I,” Liam moved his hand like he had touched a flame. “I’ll wait in the car.”

Liam dashes out of the room and Theo is stuck to wonder what the hell just happened.

Five minutes later Theo is walking down the porch steps, his hair brushed back in a way that implies that he had been running his hands through it. Liam knows that now is the absolute worst time to be staring, but Theo just looks so soft in his jeans and his thick, orange knit sweater.

Theo notices the staring, and his cheeks go pink. He clears his throat, “ready to go Puppy?”

Liam nods, sending the older boy a smile and jumping into the passenger seat.

---

Operation: Confirmation had been in the works for about a week. Corey, Mason, and Liam thought the pack meeting would be a great opportunity, even though Theo would probably be embarrassed beyond compare. Liam thought it might even show Malia and Stiles that Theo can be soft around the edges.

Pack meetings always start with food, and today they were having tacos and nachos courtesy of one Melissa McCall. Liam doesn’t know if he believes in God, but he does believe that Melissa must be an Angel.

The Puppy Pack scarfs down their food, as usual, while the older members of the pack take their time. Scott and Stiles are standing by the dining table, talking to each other about how Stiles’ training has been going. Everyone else is sitting on various pieces of furniture in the living room, talking amongst themselves. Except Theo.

Theo is kind of awkwardly hovering around Liam, Mason, and Corey, looking sort of lost. Liam smiles to himself. Their plan was pretty detailed, but this could probably help get it going.

Liam looks at the armchair, Mason is grinning up at Corey, who’s sitting in his lap. Then Liam catches Theo’s eye, a glint in them that causes Theo to squint at him. Liam develops a shit-eating grin before patting his lap as an invitation.

Theo looks absolutely horrified, shaking his head. “No fucking way.”

“C’mon, T. Aren’t you uncomfortable standing?”

Theo shakes his head again, “I don’t think I’ll ever be that uncomfortable.”

Liam pulls a pout, putting his hand over his heart. “How dare you? You’ve wounded me so.”

Theo shakes his head and goes to turn around, but suddenly he’s tripping over something that wasn’t there before.

Appropriately, or inappropriately, as Theo would probably describe it, Theo lands right into Liam’s lap with an “oof”.

Theo whips his head around to see that Malia had overheard their bickering, and she’s laughing to herself with a mischievous smile on her face. She tries to fake sympathetic, but she can’t hold back her laughter long enough, “don’t hurt Liam’s feelings.”

Liam snickers,  giving Malia a high-five. He lets Theo struggle in his lap until he’s sitting upright before tightening his grip. Theo wiggles in Liam’s tight grasp until Liam dances his fingers over Theo’s side, and he suddenly goes pin straight.

Liam smiles to himself, but he doesn’t give Mason and Corey the signal just yet. Mason does shoot him a thumbs up though, most likely due to the compromising position that Liam has managed to get Theo into.

Theo tries to keep his cool, but he knows that his face is bright red whenever anybody strikes a conversation with him.

Stiles and Scott move a little closer to the rest of the pack, leaning against a wall as they continue their conversation.

“Yeah, Theo had mentioned that he could smell Monroe’s scent in the preserve last week.” Scott told Stiles.

“Really?” Stiles asks, looking at Theo. He quirks an eyebrow when he sees who Theo is using as a chair. Theo didn’t think it was possible to get redder, but it happens nonetheless.

“Yeah, I was full-shifted. I thought she might have been around so I went to the coyote den, but she never showed.”

Stiles nods along as he listens. “Well, we had managed to triangulate a possible location of her new base. We think she’s moved to Washington, but we’ve heard sighting from a bunch of different cities that suggest that-”

Theo’s eyes go wide and he quickly clamps both of his hands over his mouth. He moves his elbows like he’s trying to protect himself from something. Despite the desperate attempt at muting himself, it is pretty obvious that the muffled sounds are broken giggles.

Stiles quirks his head to the side, “Are you laughing at me? Dude, can you be serious with me just for once?”

“Uh, Stiles? I think Theo’s distraction has something to do with that.” Scott pointed at Theo’s side, where it appeared like Theo’s shirt was moving on its own.

Theo was doubling over as much as he could in Liam’s grasp, hasty laughter pouring out of him that he was very obviously trying to conceal. Everyone else in the room had pretty much clued in on the fact that Mason and Corey appeared to be ‘missing’, so they were taking in the sight in front of them since there seemed to be no threat of danger.

“Is he?” Stiles stopped himself with a dumbfounded look, “is he giggling? Is Theo giggling? This is priceless.”

Theo’s face and ears heat up, his eyes opening just enough to glare. “I’m not a child, Stiles. I don’t giggle.”

“Ya’know, that would’ve been way more convincing if you weren’t giggling when you said it.”

Scott had a fond smile on his face, watching as his beta and the other founding members of the Puppy Pack reduced one of their former rivals to a puddle of giggles.

“You know, I was starting to wonder if Theo was anything like we had remembered him,” Scott looked to Stiles, whose mouth was still open in shock, “some things never change.”

Liam’s eyes brightened at that revelation, “So which spot used to be Theo’s worst?”

Scott gave Stiles a look of warning, shaking his head and letting out a sigh when he realized that the freckled boy would reveal it anyways.

���Under his arms and behind his knees. Our pal, Theo here, once gave Scotty a bloody nose because Scott jabbed him in class when he had his hand up.” Stiles had a sinister smirk on his features, one that Scott made a mental note to fix later by embarrassing his best friend in front of the pack.

“Stop, don’t! Liam, let me go. Guys, stop!” Theo tried to sound threatening, he tried his very best to school his features and control his chemosignals, but he had been taken so off-guard. All of his defenses were down and he absolutely did not know how to get them back online. “Liam, if you don’t stop I’ll break your nose.”

Theo’s eyes went wide and shiny before shutting completely, and he shrieked as nimble fingers that he could only assume were Corey’s slipped under his arm. At this point Liam barely had to put in effort to contain Theo, who had surrendered himself to the attack knowing that he was trapped on all sides by Liam and the other two invisible boys.

“Aww, does that tickle? Is somebody’s armpits ticklish? What about your knees, Theo? Does this tickle?” Mason teased Theo ruthlessly, the same way that he would tease Liam in similar situations. It always drove Liam absolutely crazy, and it seemed like Theo wasn’t doing any better. Mason’s fingers had made their way down to Theo’s knees, spidering over them. When his fingers slipped behind the older boy’s knees they got the real reaction.

Theo screeched and snorted before falling limp against Liam, his head down as he laughed silently and a few tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. Liam figured that Theo wasn’t aware enough to smell his own chemosignals, so while he probably would have to do some damage control on Theo’s embarrassment, the older boy wouldn’t know enough to be embarrassed about the stark smell of happiness floating through the room. Liam didn’t get to smell Theo’s chemosignals very often at all, since the older boy couldn’t shake the habit of masking them, but Liam found that he really, really adored the smell of Theo’s own forest-y, cinnamony scent mixed with joy.

“Alright, alright guys, that’s enough,” Liam shooed away his two best friends. Mason and Corey became visible to the rest of the room, Mason, with a wide, menacing grin on his face like some Disney villain, and Corey, a much smaller, more fond smile on his own. As soon as they stopped tickling, Theo slumped back, bringing his hands up to his face, still shaking from the residual laughter. Liam once again wrapped Theo up tight in his arms, giving the older boy a bearhug from behind while nuzzling his chin into the crook of Theo’s neck. Theo had flinched at first, but Liam had rubbed his hand soothingly over Theo’s bicep.

Scott smiled softly at Liam and Theo, only Liam catching it, and winked. “Alright, so, as we were saying, we have a pretty good idea as to where we think Monroe’s head hunters might be.”

Stiles looked dumbfounded, “Wait are we just going to ignore that whole thing? We’re just gonna let Theo pretend that-”

“Where do we think they are?” Corey piped up, never usually one to ask questions during pack meetings.

“Really, guys? We’re brushing over th-”

“So we believe that Monroe has left her head hunters at the Nevada base, but she herself is in Washington overseeing some of her amateur hunters there.” Scott continued, completely ignoring Stiles.

Theo had recovered mostly, he was no longer laughing silently or shaking. Liam had taken to rubbing small circles on his back. Theo finally uncovered his face, still blushing to the tips of his ears. Liam had to stop himself from laughing at the adorableness of it all, knowing that it would just make things worse.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Liam soothed in a whispered voice, Scott still giving the pack a rundown. “You’re pack now, sometimes pack messes with each other. We give each other affection and stuff.”

Theo somehow turned even redder, fighting a small smile that threatened the way to his face. “Shut up.”

“It’s true.”

Theo shook his head, but he shifted so he could lean his head back on Liam’s shoulder, his head in the crook of the younger teen’s neck as he looked over at Scott to gage what everyone was talking about.

Liam just smiled, wrapping his arms around Theo’s waist and leaning his head against Theo’s.

Liam zoned out until he heard Mason’s voice and looked over. Mason whispered loud enough for Liam to hear but not loud enough to interrupt. “Two for one!”

Liam furrowed his brow before moving his head so he could look down at Theo, whose breathing and heart rate had slowed. He smiled wide, nodding eagerly in Mason’s direction as Theo snored softly.

Now Liam has a better, much cuter method to get Theo to sleep.

[certified-fatcat]

Netflix & Chill | Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles + Reader Summary: Reader is trying to watch a movie but Stiles has other plans TW: Smut, smut and more smut. You were cozied up on the couch with Stile’s head in your lap, watching some weird indie movie that had turned out to be surprisingly good. According to you anyway. Stiles had been twisting and turning, huffing and puffing for the last half hour.

“This is, undoubtfully, the worst movie you have ever forced me to see, and that includes that time you made me watch the hangover” Stiles muttered, angling his face so he could look at you. “Shh” you hushed, using a finger to cover his lips but ultimately missing because your eyes were glued to the screen. “Ouch. Babe. You literally just poked me in the eye”

In a half-hearted attempt of an apology, you moved your hand to his hair and started playing with it. It seemed to distract him slightly, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he would start twisting and complaining again. Stiles had an inability to sit still, especially when bored.

“So Scott told me about…” he tried. “Mm-hmm” “I didn’t even finish…” he muttered grumpily. With a huff, he twisted around again, this time inwards so his face was in perfect alignment with the inseam of your sweat shorts. “heh-hey” he grinned as he realized the position he was in. “Stiles!” you barked when his warm breath hit against your bare thigh, his lips grazing against the soft skin. “Mmhmm?” “Stop” you said, letting out an involuntary snicker. He knew you were ticklish. “There’s only like, 20 minutes left of the movie” “only” he mimicked tauntingly as his lips moved up and down whatever part of your thigh he could reach. It was insanely distracting, and he knew it. This time it was your turn to sigh. Leaning forward, you grabbed the remote and paused the film. “You’re distracting me, Stilinski” You said with a raised brow, grabbing his chin and turning him to face you. His lips curved into a mischievous grin, his low tone dripping with insinuation. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” He knew you loved that voice. Knew what it did to you. Knew how the smooth, husky tone affected every part of your body. “I don’t think you want to find out” you answered with the same intensity, your gaze latching on to his. In an instant Stiles sat up, twisted you around and pulled you in under him, making sure your faces aligned. “I think I do”

With a grin you curled your fingers in his hair, pulling him towards you. “Yeah?” You hummed against his lips, nudging his nose with yours. Instead of answering he tilted his head, going in to properly press his lips to your but you lowered your chin, denying him the kiss, a cheeky smile curving your lips. The muscles in his jaw flexed as his fingers dug into the couch’s soft fabric. “Don’t tease me” He whispered smoothly Laughing softly, you did as you were told. His mouth pressed against yours and instantly your tongues found each other.  Shifting your body, you made sure to narrow any space between you. Your hands started running down his back searching for the hem of his shirt. Suddenly you remembered you were in the living room and the sheriff could walk in at any moment. “Stiles…” you said pushing your chin up to stop his kisses. The motion only drove him to move his lip down to your neck. “Stiles your dad…” You tried but got your breath hitched in your throat as he found the spot beneath your ear that made your entire body shudder.

“He’s at the station all night” Stiles mumbled against your skin, trailing his lips even lower. Rolling your head to the side, you parted your lips slightly as he easily pulled down your tank top, scattering hot, wet kisses all over your now bared chest. Using one hands to support himself, he latched the other one on to your waist, pulling you upwards. Hungerly he took one of your nipples into his mouth and let his tongue swirl gently over the hard peak. Tilting your head back, a soft moan escaped your lips, the sweet sound driving Stiles to intensify the sucking and licking. Letting your hands drop, you found the waistband of your shorts and started tugging them down.

Momentarily removing his mouth from your body, Stiles helped you pull off the shorts along with the bunched-up tank and tossed them to the side. For a moment his eyes wandered over your naked body, admiring every part of you. He mumbled something under his breath, something that sounded like ‘beautiful’ but you weren’t sure, and quite frankly, didn’t care. Compliments could come later right now you needed him inside you, thrusting and fucking you until you came. “Clothes, Stilinski” you demanded in frustration as it took way to long for him to get his shirt and pants off. With a devilish grin, he pulled the simple tee off and kicked his sweats to the side. “Better?” His grin fell as you took his already hard cock in your hand. Starting off slow, you moved your hand gently up and down his shaft as you pressed his lips to yours. The faster he started panting into the kiss, the faster you moved your hand.

When you felt his body start to tense up and move along with your jerks, you stopped. You didn’t want to push him past him breaking point. The frustration of not getting to come was evident when Stile’s gaze met yours. There was only a slither of brown left in the dark irises. “don’t worry” you grinned against his lips. “you’ll cum” You locked him lips into a hot, wet kiss before turning over on your stomach. The couch wasn’t exactly the perfect place to have Stiles pile driving you from behind. But, hey. You do what you got to do.

Arching your back slightly and lowering your chest at the same time you could feel Stiles use one hand to grab ahold of your hip and the other to align himself with your wet entrance. With a soft movement he slid into you, evoking a moan from both you and him. At first his pumps were slow and soft but as the moans escaping your lips got louder, the harder it got for him to maintain self-control.

“Come on, come on” he chanted as he buried himself hard and deep inside you. His hand traveled down between your legs to massage your clit and you gripped onto the couch cushion, lowering your head to press your face against the fabric to keep from screaming.

“I’m close” you whimpered as you felt Stiles fingers dig into your hips, his cock thrusting into you at an unbearable pace “I’m gonna cum” A string of curse words escaped your lips. “oh god, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna come” you chanted as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. With a final, loud moan you felt your body explode with the sweet release it’d been seeking. As your body rode out the orgasm, you felt Stiles lift you up into a kneeling position. Twisting around, you locked him into a kiss. Stiles moaned into it, placing both his hands on your chest and with a final thrust came, warm and wet, inside you with the sensation of your tight walls clamping around him.

“That was good” you panted as he slipped out of you. He nodded dazedly and buried his face in your neck. “That was good”

Curving your lips into a grin, you twisted around to look at him. “Now, can I finish my movie?”

[writingsbychlo]

if you’re still doing the dialogue promt:

i present "i just want to see you happy” with noah stilinski 🥺💕✨

took me a hot minute to decide what I wanted to do with this one but I got it

Sitting at the Stilinski family table, you could hear their dad pottering in the kitchen, Stiles chatting by your side, a folder full of cut-outs and pamphlets and ideas scattered across the table. Picking up the closest one to you, you smirked a little, eyes rolling, before turning to look at Stiles.

“A nude live painting class, really, Stiles? Do you know your own brother at all?”

“A- a what?” He looked up, highlighter he’d had held between his teeth dropping away in shock, and he snatched the pamphlet from you. “That’s not supposed to be in here.”

“It’s got a phone number written across the bottom.” You frowned, raising your brows at him, and his cheeks turned a violent shade of red as he ignored your gaze.

“Yeah, some guy at a coffee shop gave it to me.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, and your jaw dropped.

“But, Derek-”

“We’re fine!” He must’ve realised how his words had sounded, because his eyes went wide, and he shoved the leaflet aggressively into his pocket. “I didn’t keep it for his number. I kept it because I kinda’ wanna go to the class.”

“But you don’t paint-”

“As the model.” Your jaw dropped, it was your turn to feel your cheek warm, and Stiles coughed to clear his throat. “I’m gonna’ buy the one I like best, and give it to Derek. What better way to say I love you than to give your lower a naked painting of yourself?”

“That’s exactly what a father wants to hear.” John sighed, taking a seat at the opposite side of the table with his coffee, and Stiles’ head whipped around so fast you swore his head would spin right off of his shoulders. He was mortified, and you were laughing, so much so that you missed the door closing, jumping a little when the door slammed shut, keys hitting a dish, and the heavy sound of boots on the hardwood floors. 

Arriving at the kitchen, Noah mumbled his greeting, still shucking his jacket from his shoulders behind you, and as you turned to face him, he bent down, to brush a kiss against your forehead. “What’s going on in here, then?”

“We’re planning!”

“Planning what?” His eyes flickered over the mess of papers and pens on the table, and you stood, following him to the kitchen as he wandered away, receiving a smile over his shoulder as you did. “You got something exciting in the works that I don’t know about?”

“I mean, technically, you do know about it!” You poked at his side, watching him jerk a little, a fake scowl at the ticklish act, before swiping a mug from the cabinet, and pouring what was left of his father’s coffee into it. “We’re planning something fun for your birthday!”

He snorted, not exactly the reaction you were expecting, and his eyes rolled. “Oh, let me guess, this whole ridiculous thing was Stiles’ idea?”

“Mine, actually.” The look on his face faltered a little, your shoulders slumping, and he frowned, cupping your face when your gaze fell from his. 

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

“S’okay. I didn’t know you were so aggressively opposed to birthdays.” You gave a small laugh, knowing it wasn’t convincing, but it was enough to make him put his defences down once again. 

“It’s just, well, birthdays were never special when you’re growing up a twin. My mom and dad, they always made birthdays great, but I never saw the point. We never had the same friendship groups, ‘til now, so we didn’t have parties, and we could never agree on the same things to do, it never worked out. They just became sorta’ tiresome, actually.” His thumb was stroking over your cheekbone, daring you to look up at him, and you swallowed back the well of emotion that was building. 

“Noah, I-” You sniffed, eyes rolling at yourself as words were once again making themselves hard to find. “I love you, so much. I just want to do something special, for you. I just want to see you happy. Like, all the time, it’s ridiculous, it kills me when you’re sad or mad, or whatever, and this is your birthday. It’s a day that I get to celebrate you, that you’re here, with me. I don’t want to celebrate anyone, or anything else. Just you.”

When you dared to look up again, he was grinning, a soft kind of smile that was so intimate he’d only ever show it to you, when you were alone, and once in front of Lydia when he was drunk. It made your heart feel like it was swelling every time you saw it. “Just me and you?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly, huh?” He chuckled, dipping down to steal a kiss from your lips as his arms wrapped your waist, a familiar way to silent tell you he wanted you closer, and you obeyed. “Alright, how about this. I’ll make you a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“The night before our birthday, we’ll go to dinner. With my dad, his girlfriend, Stiles and Derek, all of us.” Your brows rose, hands looping his neck, and his head twisted to press a kiss to your wrist when he did. “Then, that night, we’ll drive out to the city. We’ll get a hotel room, and spend the weekend together, doing all fun things in the city. You can pick, I don’t care.”

“If I pick, it’s not much of a celebration for you, is it?” 

He smirked, head dipping until his forehead was pressed to yours. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be getting plenty of celebrating in when we go back to the hotel room.”

“I can’t go to one room in this house in peace.” John sighed, and you jumped roughly, twisting in Noah’s arms, who made no effort to let you go, even as his father walked back out, leaving you speechless and in shock.

“Oh, my God..” You whined, head resting on his chest as he laughed.

“Well, at least now, we only have to break the news to Stiles.”

[ash-mcj]

Teen Wolf ~ June Fanfic List

{rec list under the cut}

ash_mcj’s june fics

Derek Hale, Are You Ticklish?

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski - fluff - rated: teen

High School AU - Stiles finds out that Derek is ticklish, with a splash of pack

Not Quite a Séance

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale - Time Travel AU - rating: general

Stiles accidentally brings Talia and Laura Hale into the future, where they are surprised to meet the unconventional pack Derek has built himself 

run your hands through his hair, when he looks like that

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski - fluff - rating: teen

There were wendigos running around Beacon Hills. Or, it was something like that - Liam wasn’t really paying attention to whatever Theo had said Scott told him about this stakeout, when he was picking him up that night. He had bigger issues, okay?

Like the fact that Theo Raeken’s hair was not gelled back the way it usually was

june favorites ♥

Some Things Should Really Just Stay In The Vault by fairytalesandfolklore

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski - fluffy humor - rating: teen

"So…" he ventures with an air of casual nonchalance that fools absolutely no one. "You think they keep this vault on the premises, or—" "Stiles, no." "Stiles, yes." "Stiles, you are not breaking into the secret Disney porn vault," Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes so hard he nearly gives himself a migraine. "That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd have to say, but here we are. This is my life now." "Oh come on, Derek," Stiles whines, tugging at his shirtsleeve. "I'm not saying you'd have to break in with me. Just, you know…be the lookout."

Maybe You've Had Skin Next To Your Skin, But When Was The Last Time You Let Yourself Be Touched? by EdgeOfMyDesiree

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken - angsty fluff - rating: teen

He inhales sharply, exhales fast and shallow, an instinctive action born of awareness, and just like that, his whole body goes rigid with tension. Liam’s arm is flush against his, pressing a little harder each time he shifts closer. Liam’s thigh grazes his, the contact almost too much for his touched starved senses. “Theo.” His name alone causes his—his sisters— heartbeat to pick up speed and knock against his ribs. “Theo, are you okay?” “I’m fine.” He offers no more, his feelings too personal — too raw.

Fangs And Claws And A Knot, Oh My by asarcasticwitch

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski - smut - rating: explicit

They've been married for almost a year now, so Stiles is intimately familiar with the monthly change in his husband’s nature, and he fucking loves it. Even if he waddles for a few days afterward, it's totally worth it.

[raspberrytummytickles]

Just Like a Puppy

Title: Just Like a Puppy Fandom: Teen Wolf Characters: Scott, Stiles Summary: Ticklish!Scott; Set in Season1, Stiles wonders if Scott has more dog attributes now that he is a werewolf. That includes belly rubs.

A/N: HEYO! I think that’s gonna be my new thing when I do an authors note haha. Anyway, here’s a new fic! Yay! This was in my brain so I decided to write it...Enjoy!!

Stiles had noticed a few things about his best friend in the short time they discovered his werewolfness. Scott had the nose of a bloodhound, even stronger than that! He had the strength of one of those WWE wrestlers and didn't even sweat, running his mile to suicide runs without panting. His temper got worse too, he was freaking bipolar now and it scared the crap out of Stiles because he didn't know how to protect Scott and himself.

Some of the littler, more cute things Stiles had noticed though, were Scott’s appetite. Normally, the younger teen would nibble food like a bunny, never eating more than what fills his tummy but now, he wolfs (pun intended) it down and asks for more! Another thing that is adorable, was Scott’s new puppy eyes. Now that he was actually a puppy―according to Derek, much to Scott’s displeasure―he quiet literally begs silently, brown eyes wide and fucking watery as they stare right through Stiles’ soul. It was amazing. And so much more effective than it should of been.

But, the best thing that came out of Scott’s werewolf side, was that he was more cuddly than usual. Scott, when he was little, cuddled a lot and loved hugs and receiving them but when Scott’s dad started drinking and things started getting more tense, he withdrawed like crazy. Stiles was able to pull him back from time to time but when his dad left, Scott kept his touching to a minimum. Stiles never realized how much he missed hugging and cuddling his friend until Scott burrowed under his arm while watching a movie. His fingers carded through Scott’s hair and the kid practically melted.

Now, Stiles made it his mission to give Scott all the cuddles he could before things got hectic with the deranged alpha on the loose. Currently, the teens were lounging on the couch, watching some mindless T.V. show that really had no meaning. Scott was flopped over his shoulder, staring bored, looking every bit of a sad puppy and it was adorably funny. 

How was it you made puppies feel better? Play tug-of-war? Go for a walk? Petting? Stiles chuckle lightly to himself, now there was an idea. Scott peered curiously down at his friend, eyebrow raised. Stiles just smirked and nudged Scott down so he was laying across Stiles’ legs, tummy facing Stiles. Scott shifted till he was more comfortable, curling his legs into Stiles’ side and head cushioned by the couch. 

Stiles started by running his fingers through Scott’s mess of hair, gently scratching behind his ear and down his neck. Scott hummed, eyes falling shut while his back arched with pleasure. Stiles worked his way down, massaging Scott’s tense shoulders and rubbing soothing circles on his chest before his hands splayed at the thin waist. His thumb nudged Scott’s navel, the rest of his fingers gently soothing his abdomen. Scott shifted and tried to curl up a bit but Stiles easily moved him back.

“S-Stiles,” Scott whined lightly, eyes squeezing shut at the soft petting. “What a-are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m giving the puppy tummy rubs!” Stiles teased, his pointer finger wiggling into the dip of Scott’s side, pulling a sleepy giggle from his younger friend.

“No tickles,” Scott glared but it didn't have any effect, especially when he gave Stiles more room to tickle.

“Of course!” Stiles nodded, scratching that little spot under Scott’s bellybutton that always got the kid cackling.

“Hehehehey!”

“What?”

“Tihihihickles!“

Stiles snorted, because Scott wasn't moving away. No, he was staring expectantly at Stiles and who was he to deny his friend? Stiles attacked Scott’s lower ribs with both hands, moving his fingers to the tune of their high school anthem.

“Oh Beacon Hills High Schoooool!” Which sounded, oddly enough, like O’ Canada... Scott squealed and burst into laughter, hips twisting him away but hands staying firmly at his sides.

“Stihihihiles!” Scott threw his head back and let out loud giggles as Stiles poked his navel curiously. That encouraged his friends to pull on a full scale tickle attack on his sensitive belly, making Scott shriek. “NOHOHO! AHAHAHA STOHOHOP!”

“Why would I stop? I thought you liked it, dude?”

Scott’s face flushed a darker pink but he didn't deny it, just giggled like a kid. Stiles mentally cooed, squeezing Scott‘s sides with vigor. It always amused Stiles with how ticklish his friend was, I couldn't have been normal. Stiles himself was ticklish in a few places (actual death zones) but Scott was ticklish everywhere.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Scott shouted, nose scrunched up as happy laughter escaped. Stiles’ thumbs were digging into Scott’s hip bones, rubbing teasing circles over the ticklish bone. 

“You know what, I think I'm just gonna stay here and tickle you forever,” Stiles taunted, using his other fingers to tickle around Scott’s hips. The werewolf cried out from the teasing, feet flailing as he fought with himself on whether he should stop this now or hold out a bit longer.

The decision was made, however, when Stiles thought it was a good idea to test Scott’s thighs.

“NONONONONAHAHAHA!” Scott reached and grabbed Stiles’ hands in a firm grip, stopping all tickles. Stiles snorted in amusement, yanking his hands away and started carding one through Scott’s hair again. 

“I forgot how ticklish you were.”

Scott let out a breath, his heart rate finally lowering, “Me too.”

“I’m definitely doing it again.”

“Alright, but remember. I’m stronger than you now. And I know where you’re ticklish too,” Scott smirked, tuning on his side and burying his face into Stiles’ tummy.

“W-Wait Scott, d-dOHOHOHON’T!”

~Fin~

[gracemyface]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

(1/8/2021)

hey, longtime no see. most of these were written with white, female readers in mind and I apologize for that. I was much younger when I wrote these and when I return to writing in the future, i’ll be far more inclusive.

(also idk how I wound up with more stiles fics loving scott as much as I do...)

Teen Wolf:

The Pack

Imagines:

-> Talent Show (The Pack x Reader)

Scott’s little sister has been practicing for this for months, so why wouldn’t everyone come? What nobody expects, however, is an emotional performance, reflecting on how the young girl felt growing up in a turbulent home...

Headcanons:

Preferences:

Liam Dunbar

Imagines:

-> Lullaby (Liam Dunbar x Reader)

Liam has anger issues. Liam is also a werewolf. These two traits should never coexist. But lucky for him, his good friend, Scott’s little sister, knows a trick back from when her brother was brand new at this...

Headcanons:

Scott McCall

Imagines:

-> Ticklish Spots (Scott McCall x Elemental! Reader)

The pack spend the night in an old motel after Roscoe breaks down— again. Desert or not, the nights are cold, and the reader is thankful to be wrapped up in the arms of her space heater boyfriend; especially after she discovers a well kept secret...

Headcanons:

Stiles Stilinski

Imagines:

-> Secrets Under Sleeves (Stiles Stilinski x Older! Reader)

A heat wave has hit Mystic Falls and no fan in the world can keep the Reader cool. So swept up in their lamentations, they barely realize that Stiles, their younger boyfriend, has entered their house and is now gaping at their tattoo...

-> New TV (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

The Reader and Stiles have just moved into their apartment and have furniture to build. For the most part things run smoothly, but, when the TV just won’t turn on, Stiles becomes irate and obsessed with finding the problem— not noticing that it was far more simple than he was making it out to be...

Headcanons:

Isaac Lahey

Imagines:

-> After Work Cuddles (Isaac Lahey x Shorter! Reader)

The Reader has had a really shitty day at work and Isaac is already home when they get there, sitting on their couch and relaxing. He knows just the right medicine, though, and opens his arms without another thought...

Headcanons:

Derek Hale

Imagines:

Headcanons:

-> Being Stiles Stilinski’s Kid Sibling and Derek Making It His Job To Look After You

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Malia Tate, Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale, Allison Argent Additional Tags: Tickle Fights, Fluff, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alive Hale Family, Family Fluff, No beta we die like Kate Argent should have Series: Part 16 of Teen Wolf Events 2021 Summary:

Stiles squinted at him, and Derek’s stomach fluttered as he recognized the look of gears turning in his boyfriend’s head. Stupid, smart mate. It was obvious when it clicked, because his entire face lit up like a child’s on Christmas. “Derek Sebastian Hale, you’re ticklish!”

“No, I’m—” Derek tried to deny it, but Stiles’ hands were there in a flash, gently digging his thumbs into his sides and forcing an undignified squeal to escape his mouth as he flailed away, falling off the bed in the process.

[or: Stiles finds out that Derek is ticklish, with a splash of family fluff]

(Teen Wolf Bingo Square: High School AU)

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Movie Night

(Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Request: Hey could I have a Stiles × reader where they are watching a horror movie. She enjoys horror movies but u know how Stiles would react while watching one..So she pranks Stiles and he gets mini heart attack and the reader gets into a laughing fit seeing his reaction..Somehow he finds out that she is ticklish and takes matters into his hands... something cute and little long. Thanks

Word count: 2,347

Warnings: so much fluff it’s nauseating

Notes: this is my first ever request so hopefully I did it justice!! I loved this concept so much & if any of you lovely people have something you want me to write for Stiles feel free to send your ideas my way!

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You snuggled up close to Stiles’ side on the couch, pressing play on the remote before setting it onto the coffee table that supported your crossed legs. It was your weekly movie night and you had finally convinced him to watch something scary.

You’d been dying to indulge in your love of horror films since fall began, and with Halloween now just around the corner, you were running out of time. Yes, you could technically watch them whenever you wanted, but it was always so much more satisfying during this time of year. 

Sadly, all your friends are babies. Every last one of them had refused your invitations. It wasn’t that you minded watching scary things alone, but seeing other people’s reactions was your favorite part of the experience. Finally, after a couple weeks of almost constant nagging, Stiles begrudgingly agreed. 

You were secretly elated that he’d been the one to give in, because he was your movie person. The two of you had kept your weekly date for two years now. It only made sense to do this with him. 

His rules were: the lights stay on, you have to warn him before scary parts, and you’d be watching any rom-com of his choosing right after.

You smiled to yourself as the movie started. You’d picked the scariest thing you could find, partially because it’d been so long since you were truly terrified of a film and you missed it, but also because you loved fucking with Stiles. He was already completely freaked out and the title page had barely disappeared.

He sat impossibly still beside you, staring at the screen with wide eyes. He was almost always on edge nowadays, and this whole thing was only exasperating the problem. Although everything on screen seemed peachy now, he knew it would take a turn for the worst when he least expected it.

Things like this always made his anxiety skyrocket. It’s why he tried so hard to avoid this very situation. He was honestly surprised it had taken you this long to force him into watching something other than your usual lighthearted flick. 

He’d already faced enough real monsters and demons to supply a lifetime of nightmares. The last thing he wanted was to spend his free time being scared, but he knew how happy it would make you to watch your favorite genre for once. Plus, he figured he owed you after you sat through Never Been Kissed three times in a row. It was only fair that he suffer a little bit too.

Stiles jumped with a quiet gasp when one of the characters popped out to playfully scare their brother, and you chuckled to yourself in amusement. You were going to have a blast watching him freak out at every little thing.

“This is awful.” He breathed from beside you, still stiff as a board. “There is literally nothing worse we could be doing on a Friday night.”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “You mean like getting murdered by a supernatural creature?”

“At least that wouldn’t take two and a half hours.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

You just smiled and returned your head to its resting place against his shoulder. You guys usually took turns picking a movie, but he’d put a firm “nothing scary” clause in your movie night agreement, so your options were always limited. 

Yes, the two of you had actually typed out a document when you started this freshman year. 

There were only a few important notes in it. Neither party could cancel under any circumstances—with the exception of a life threatening event—nothing scary, and no one else was invited. Friday nights were for you and Stiles, and the two of you only.

About forty minutes in, you knew there was a particularly bad jump scare coming, so you let your eyes slowly sweep up toward his face. You considered warning him, but decided it would be way more fun to watch his genuine reaction.

When it happened, he spazzed so violently that he launched the bowl of popcorn you’d both been munching on across the room. You erupted into a fit of laugher, clutching at your stomach as you replayed the horrified look on his face over and over in your mind.

“You were supposed to tell me!” Stiles shouted accusingly, his skin growing warm with embarrassment as he shoved himself off the couch to clean up. 

He was trying so hard not to let this movie get to him, but the actors were really convincing, and he was scared shitless. Tears were streaming down your face as you finally forced yourself to settle down after a couple of minutes. You wiped your cheeks clean with a sigh, still fighting a few lingering giggles.

“I just couldn’t resist.” You admitted breathily before joining him on the floor to help pick up the remainder of the snack.

Not a single surface in your living room had been spared. It was in the bookshelves on either side of the TV, between the couch cushions, and even floating inside your parents’ fish tank.

By the time you both sat back down, you remembered that something way worse was about to happen. A slow grin pulled at your lips as you came up with a brilliantly evil idea. You leaned forward to grab the plastic bowl off the coffee table and popped to your feet.

“I’m gonna go make some more.” You barely even had time to think about taking a step before Stiles’ hand jerked up to wrap around your wrist.

“Are you out of your freakin’ mind? You can’t leave me alone in here.” He looked up at you with big, pleading eyes, something he knew you couldn’t resist.

The thought of watching this movie by himself for even a few minutes had his heart sputtering in his chest. He knew he wouldn’t last thirty seconds without you. You glanced away from his face, feeling your resolve crumbling at the desperate gleam in his eyes. 

You had to go through with this. It was just too good. “Stiles, I’ll be in the next room. You can literally still see me.”

He glanced toward the kitchen, only a few feet away, needing proof despite the fact that he’d been to your house enough times to have the entire floorplan memorized. With a skeptical twitch of his eyes, he let your arm slowly slide out of his hold. You spun on your heel and grinned triumphantly, practically skipping away from him.

You took a few moments to find a new bag of popcorn and place it into the microwave, wanting your excuse to seem believable. After starting it, you turned around just in time to see Stiles peering at you nervously over his shoulder.

It wasn’t that he actually thought something would happen to you in the three minutes it took for the popcorn to cook, but this movie seemed so much worse without you beside him. You quirked an eyebrow expectantly as you braced your hands on the counter, and he hesitated before slowly turning around with a pout.

As soon as Stiles’ back was to you, you dropped into a crouch on the tiled floor, silently crawling toward the kitchen doorway. You leaned around the corner to check on him before continuing. 

He scratched at the side of his head and squinted one eye closed when the music on the TV became slow and suspenseful. That sound had literally never come before anything good. His right leg started bouncing anxiously as he silently prayed you would be back before whatever horror was about to happen.

His attention was firmly planted on the screen as he sat on the edge of his seat and fidgeted with his fingers. You made your way out of the kitchen and shuffled quickly toward the back of the couch. Just as you reached it, the microwave went off with a high pitched beep beep beep.

Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin, heart lurching up into his throat at the unexpected noise. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered to himself, putting a hand to his chest in an effort to calm his ragged breathing.

The microwave went off again a moment later, since no one had opened the door yet, and he turned to look into the kitchen curiously. He wondered what was taking you so long as his eyes flickered over the room. A moment later, his brows furrowed in confusion when he saw that it was now empty.

“Y/N?” He moved up onto his knees and turned so he could see better.

You scurried around to the other end of the couch to avoid being caught and put a hand over your mouth, having way too much fun already as a few giggles threatened to expose you.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny...” Stiles’ voice was laced with panic as he made a move to stand up.

He had no idea what could’ve happened to you only a few feet away, but your lack of response was troubling. His stomach tightened as he peered into the kitchen without actually getting any closer. He was honestly terrified, the chilling music behind him doing nothing to make the situation better. 

You knew this was your moment.

“Boo!” You popped up onto your feet with a jerk and wiggled your fingers at him.

Stiles let out a loud scream, his face crumbling in pure horror as he clumsily scrambled as far away from you as possible. He tripped on his own feet and somersaulted over the couch armrest, landing on his ass with a bounce. He stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips, honestly surprised his heart was still beating.

Meanwhile, you were in complete hysterics. You were laughing so hard you had to gasp for breath as you doubled over and rested your hands on the other armrest. Stiles glowered, annoyed with himself for not expecting you to do something like this.

He pursed his lips, eyes twitching as you just kept going and going. After about a minute, he’d had enough. He practically lunged forward and grabbed you around the waist before pulling you onto the couch with him.

You yelped in shock, not expecting the quick move since you’d been too busy cackling at your own success. You settled down and blinked up at Stiles with wide eyes as you now lay beneath him, caged in by his legs on either side of your hips. His lips twitched into a frown and your found yourself glancing down toward them.

“That was so not funny.” He tried to look upset, but he could never actually stay mad at you. Plus, despite being the butt of that joke, it was a tiny bit funny.

“Oh, come on, it—” You suddenly broke into a fit of giggles as one of his hands brushed against your ribs.

His eyes widened in recognition as an idea popped into his head. His lips pulled into a slow, wicked grin. “Wait, are you ticklish?”

You instantly sobered up at his question. You’d gone this long without him finding out about that secret and you did not want him knowing now.

“No.” The word rushed from your lips a little too quickly, your eyes wide with apprehension.

He only gave you a brief moment to prepare before he attacked, both of his hands wrapping around your sides. His fingers wiggled against you quickly and you immediately dissolved into another round of uncontrollable giggling. Your back arched up off the couch in an effort to get away from the overwhelming sensation.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile earnestly down at you. In this moment, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He decided right then that if your laughter was the only sound he could hear for the rest of his life, he’d still be a happy man.

“Say you’re sorry.” He demanded, watching joyful tears stream down the sides of your face.

Your hands clasped around his as you tried twisting free of his tight hold. “I-I’m so-rry!”

His grin only widened, loving the sight of you squirming beneath him as his fingers continued, unrelenting. “And you’ll never scare me again.”

“I’ll nev-never...scare...you a-again!” You gasped the words out, your stomach starting to ache as your muscles contracted repeatedly.

He stopped as suddenly as he’d started and you sagged against the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. Your heart was racing in your chest and it felt like you’d just done a ridiculous amount of sit-ups. Stiles smirked down at you triumphantly and pushed off the couch before offering a hand so you could pull yourself up.

Once you were both upright, he grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. You pouted a little, knowing there were still about thirty minutes left, but couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. You figured he’d be done after that. He quickly flitted through Netflix until he found what he wanted. 

You fell back with a groan as he clicked on one of his favorites: Clueless.

It wasn’t a bad movie. You actually enjoyed it the first five times you two had watched it. By now, though, you must’ve seen the damn thing at least a hundred. You could both quote the whole thing, something he was proud of while you were very much not.

“Payback’s a bitch.” He declared simply before discarding the remote somewhere on the floor. 

He leaned down on the couch and opened his arms expectantly. You rolled your eyes at the fact that he’d somehow gotten his way again, but didn’t hesitate to curl into his chest.

You chewed on your bottom lip to hold in a chuckle as the movie started, already plotting next years prank. You knew it would take at least that long to convince him into watching anything even remotely scary again.

You’d have to figure out a way to outdo yourself when the time came, and you were already looking forward to it.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Someone's ticklish spots.

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48078829

by infiniteeight

A random Steter for you: Someone's ticklish spots. - sweaterkittensahoy

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Steter Drabbles

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Tickling, Drabble, Originally Posted on Tumblr

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48078829

[tickletastic]

Four Discoveries And A Weapon

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Non-explicit Scisaac

Summary: The pack discovers things about Isaac, but Isaac discovers things about them too. (AKA four Isaac discoveries, and one time they’re used against him.)

Notes: I accidentally wrote a really long fic and couldn’t think of an adequate title but here’s this. I ended up loving teen wolf so much that I immediately started rewatching it once I finished, so prepare for some teen wolf fics

-1-

Isaac is cute. He would never admit it, but he is. Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot too- but mostly cute, in a puppy kind of way.

He despised being complimented in general, but he always got especially uncomfortable when the girls would coo over him like some child saying its first words or taking its first steps. Allison had seen through Isaac’s exterior quickly compared to the others, he was full of bravado and dark humour, but she could see the fear and desire for companionship within him.

Isaac lost his mother, and then he lost his brother, and that’s hard enough for a kid to go through. But then he lost his father too. Isaac has never had a family, but he’s not opposed to the idea. In fact, although he’d never say so, he would love to be part of a family.

Allison was the quickest of the bunch to realize, cuing Lydia in on the situation. Lydia was the one to realize that although he would flinch away at first, if the touch lingered, Isaac would lean into it. Isaac couldn’t fight his instinct to flinch away or protect himself, but he could show his appreciation for affection wordlessly through his actions once the panic subsided. 

The way that Isaac would lean into pats on the shoulder and head scratches was really, really cute.

And a lot like a puppy.

Dinner and a movie at the Hale loft had become a weekly tradition for the pack. Every week they would find themselves strewn in random places across the loft waiting for someone to cook them dinner, before they would binge watch some cheesy series or some Pixar film.

Derek had become increasingly domestic lately in his attempts to be a better alpha. For Stiles and Scott, it was super bizarre, but Boyd, Lydia, and Allison found it kind of endearing. Erica would’ve probably found it endearing too… If she were capable of feeling anything but annoyance (unless it was towards Boyd, of course). 

As a part of Derek’s initiative, he had finally caved in and purchased some ‘homey’ furniture. The pack was lying anywhere comfortable, taking in the scent of the pasta Derek was cooking. Lydia, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac were arguing over which Disney movie was the best, and which they should watch first.

Isaac hadn’t seen many Disney movies since Camden died, but he knew his definite favourite. “Why would we watch Wall-E when we could be watching Meet The Robinsons? Don’t be a sucker, Stiles.”

“I am not! I can just appreciate a good romance between two lonely robots. Are cute robots in a dystopian future too much to ask for?”

“All I’m saying is The Princess And The Frog was a cultural reset, that movie is amazing and Tiana’s totally badass!” Lydia responded, seemingly disgusted at the mere notion that anyone would find any other movie the best.

When dinner was finally ready, they ended up settling on Aladdin, because Scott, Lydia, and Boyd all wanted to watch a Disney princess movie, but they couldn’t come to a consensus on which one. (Scott, of course, wanted Beauty And The Beast, while Boyd wanted to watch The Little Mermaid. And who knew that Derek wasn’t impartial to Disney Channel Originals?)

Isaac had remembered bits and pieces of the film from when he was younger, but not too much. He did remember that he was attracted to both Jasmine and Aladdin, which was his first of many strange awakenings as a little kid.

Almost like a formula, by the time A Whole New World was blaring from the TV’s speakers, Isaac was laying on the couch and receiving as much physical contact as possible. His head was in Allison’s lap and his feet and legs were draped over Lydia, who was also lying down but not nearly as horizontally and as comfortably as Isaac.

He seemed pretty relaxed despite the fact that he had managed this position by slowly inching closer and closer to the both of them until Allison gently pushed his head down into her lap. She began to scratch his head, Isaac responding by pushing his head further into Allison’s hand, melting into the touch.

Lydia cooed softly, not loud enough for the others to hear her, but loud enough for Isaac’s cheeks to dust pink, even in the low light.

Allison just smiled fondly, scratching a little harder and receiving a quiet, pleased groan in response. Isaac was trying to fight the tiredness that hit him the second Allison had began her calming touch, but it was becoming increasingly hard to fight the closing of his eyes.

Allison started to stray closer to Isaac’s skin, and when she started to scratch behind his ears she believed that his gasp was out of pleasure… It was, but that wasn’t all. When she continued Isaac started to giggle softly, his nose scrunching up at the sensation.

“A little ticklish?” Allison teased when she realized the reason for the giggles. She scratched a little softer, and Isaac started hiccuping softly, a small grin on his face while his eyes remained closed. “Do you want me to stop?”

“‘S good,” Isaac moaned tiredly through his giggles in response, “feels nice.”

Allison laughed as Lydia started her own, ever-so-light tracing over Isaac’s shins. 

“You’re such a puppy.”

Isaac fell asleep giggling softly. He didn’t worry about the pictures that Scott and Stiles would take of him sleeping, curled up with Lydia and Allison as he snored lightly. That was a problem for tomorrow, and oh yes, it is a problem.

Discovery One: Isaac is a lot like a puppy.

-2-

Scott’s eyes shot open, immediately trying to figure out what sound had woken him up. He heard it again, a mix of whimpering, panting, and screaming, and it took him a second to realize where it was coming from. He bolted up from his bed, opening his bedroom door and seeing his mom walk down the hall. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got it, Mom,” Scott assured her, waving her off. She smiled out of gratitude, it’s not that she doesn’t want to help her surrogate son, she just knew that Scott was always much better at the job.

Isaac was covered in sweat, his hair matted to his forehead, his hands balled into fists, holding his blanket as tight as he possibly could, white-knuckled. He was in the fetal position, his back to the wall.

Scott sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, reaching out and rubbing circles over Isaac’s back. “Hey, Isaac? Isaac, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

Isaac continued to shake, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he started to form words through his dream. “N-no, please. I’m sorry. I d-don’t w-want to go in, p-please.”

Scott knew what Isaac was afraid of, and he was suddenly wishing that he could take away mental pain instead of physical. He shook the taller boy harder, until his eyes shot open and he recoiled into the corner of his bed. 

Isaac was breathing hard, panic written on every feature of his face, trying to figure out what was going on. 

Scott looked at him sympathetically, slowly reaching back towards Isaac to put his hand on the boy’s arm. “Hey, you’re alright Isaac, everything’s okay, you’re safe.”

Isaac’s eyes turned to Scott, but they were distant, he wasn’t really looking. Scott brought both of his hands up to cup Isaac’s face.

“It’s okay, I promise you’re safe.”

Isaac’s breathing was still laboured, but he brought his hands up and placed them over Scott’s, gripping on as if his life depended on it. “Th-the freezer?”

“You’re not going in there ever again, Isaac, I promise.”

When Scott saw the realization on Isaac’s face, he pulled him into a hug, one hand across Isaac’s back and the other cradling his head. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Scott cradling Isaac and whispering words of assurance while Isaac allowed himself to calm down and breathe.

Wordlessly, Scott ended up getting Isaac to move forward, and Scott slipped himself between Isaac and the wall, holding him close to his chest while they spooned.

Scott had one hand draped over Isaac’s chest while the fingers of his other hand were running through Isaac’s hair. Isaac smiled at the sudden warmth, cuddling into Scott as much as he could. Trying to further soothe him, Scott started to draw shapes with his dull fingernails over Isaac’s hipbone. 

Isaac twitched before bringing his hands to his face, a deep chuckle slipping from his lips. Confused, Scott furrowed his brow, craning his head at the taller boy.

Isaac was still covering his face, but he could feel Scott’s eyes on him. “Stohop thahat.”

“Stop what? This?” Scott started moving his fingers quicker and Isaac flinched hard against Scott’s chest, unable to stop the frantic laughter that spilled from him. “Is someone a little ticklish?” 

“Nohoho! I’m trying tohoho slehehep! Cut it ohohout!” Isaac snapped back, trying to pry Scott’s hand away from his hips. 

Scott smiled, he always loved the sound of Isaac’s laughter, but it was so rare. This laughter was everything in comparison to the ironic, dry laugh that Isaac would let out after he said something sarcastic. Scott stopped, even though he would love to hear the music of Isaac’s laughter for as long as he possibly could. He would have to investigate further another time, but for now, he was content with falling asleep holding Isaac, listening to soft giggles that escaped him as he drifted off too.

Discovery Two: It’s going to take a while for Isaac to be okay, but Scott is more than willing to stay by his side the whole time. The rest of the pack is completely willing too.

-3-

With Scott being much busier and all, Melissa had grown to miss spending time with her loud, hyperactive teenager every evening after work. Since Isaac had moved in, he had been spending a lot more time at home after school than Scott. 

Although Isaac was very different from Scott, Melissa enjoyed spending time with Isaac when he was home. The longer Isaac lived with the McCalls, the more like family Isaac became, and Melissa certainly wasn’t complaining. She definitely had enough love in her heart for a new addition to the family.

Isaac was quiet compared to Scott’s usual crowd. Allison and Lydia have always spoken their minds freely, and Stiles was.. well Stiles is Stiles. Isaac was different. He was timid, and he always called her Ms. McCall no matter how many times she would tell him that Melissa was fine. 

Melissa found the manners and timidness cute at first, until Scott had told her about everything Isaac had been to. Now, she tried with every interaction to bring out Isaac’s childish side, the kid deserved a family, and he deserved to act like a kid sometimes too. 

Today, Melissa had come home from a shift to find Isaac cutting up vegetables at the kitchen counter. 

“Hey Isaac, what are you doing?” Melissa greeted, placing a hand on his shoulder. Isaac flinched slightly, looking, as usual, like a deer in the headlights.

“Hi Ms. McCall, I- uh- I was just making dinner because I knew you were working late and I thought you would probably be hungry s-so I decided to make dinner, b-but I started too late so it’s not finished yet. I’m sorry, I swear it sh-should be finished s-soon I just h-have to-”

“Isaac, Isaac it’s alright. It was really nice of you to make dinner, I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” Melissa should’ve stopped him sooner, instead of letting him ramble on and apologize unnecessarily, but she guessed it was better late than never. 

She sat in one of the barstools at the counter, watching Isaac as he tried to cut some carrots in his hand. His hands were shaking and he wasn’t making any progress on the veggies, and Melissa couldn’t let it go on any longer. 

Melissa reached out, holding Isaac’s shaking hands in her own after setting the knife aside. Isaac looked up, he looked fearful, scared that Melissa was going to yell, and she could feel her eyes going soft. She started to softly rub circles over his knuckles, watching slight confusion flash on his face. 

“Isaac, hun, you don’t have to apologize for anything. You haven’t done anything wrong, and even if you had made a mistake, which you didn’t, I wouldn’t hurt you. People make mistakes, and the worst punishment you’d ever expect under the McCall roof is a weekend grounding and a talk. You’re safe, you’re okay Isaac.”

Isaac looked up from their hands, relief in his eyes and a small smile on his face. “Th-thanks Ms. McCall.”

“I’m still fine with you just calling me Melissa,” She got up and walked behind the counter, “now, can I help?”

She had tasered Isaac in his side to get him to scoot over, and he recoiled with a giggle. Melissa recalled fond memories of tickling Scott absolutely silly, something she would do to him up until only recently, when he was about fifteen or sixteen. The memory triggered her maternal instinct, and she started spidering her fingers up and down his sides, going from his hips to the top of his ribs. 

“Mihihiss McCahahall!” Isaac doubled over, he was trying not to fight back so that he wouldn’t hurt her, but his instincts weren’t always easy to fight. Instead of trying to bat her hands away or grab her wrists, he sunk to the floor, ending up with his back against the cupboard and his knees up, Melissa still hovering over him and poking him wherever she could reach. “Plehehehease, it tihihickles!”

“I’d sure hope so!” Melissa teased, but she let up, offering Isaac her hand so he could stand up. She ruffled his hair before passing him the knife he had been using to cut the veggies, grabbing one for herself. “I’ll do the onions, Scott always complains about how they hurt his eyes.”

Discovery Three: Isaac deserved kindness, he just didn’t know it yet, and Melissa would be damned if she didn’t help him realize.

-4-

Allison, Lydia, and Melissa weren’t the only people to realize that Isaac desired a family, the entire pack had caught on eventually. Derek was a little late to the revelation, but better late than never. 

As a shock to both himself and the rest of the pack, Derek stepped up to a parental role rather quickly. He had already had the cooking, cleaning, and pack hugs down, but now he found himself fussing over Isaac like a mother would. Derek was over-protective, caring, and understanding. It was everything that Isaac hadn’t realized he needed, even though he wouldn't admit it.

Whenever Isaac was hurt, he immediately had Allison, Lydia, and Derek fussing over him like a child who had fallen off of his bike. It made him blush beyond compare, and he would always try to bat them away, but time and time again they would still rush to his side despite his quick healing. 

Derek had started attending every lacrosse game. He wasn’t vocal like Melissa or the sheriff, but his eager thumbs up and the big smile he would plaster on his face every time Isaac looked over were enough to fuel a lifetime’s worth of embarrassment.

Isaac was killing it this game, and paired with Stiles and Scott, the team was definitely winning. 

Afterwards, they had ran into the changing rooms, but something told Isaac that he should be listening to the parents outside. 

“The boys were amazing today, it’s crazy how much they’ve improved since the start of the season,” Melissa said. 

“Yeah, they were great, I’m so proud of my boy,” the Sheriff seemed to agree.

At this point, Scott had noticed Isaac’s preoccupation, and he decided to listen for himself.

“It was a great game, I’m proud of Isaac and how far he’s come to trust his team.”

It wasn’t much, Derek had always been a man of few words, but it was enough to have Isaac cover his face, blushing up to the tips of his ears. 

Scott smiled, moving closer to ruffle Isaac’s hair. “Aww, Derek’s proud of his favourite puppy.”

“Shut up!” Isaac groaned, packing all of his stuff into his bag. 

“You’re definitely getting a ‘Daddy’s Favourite’ shirt for Christmas,” Stiles joked, following suit with Isaac and packing his things. 

The three of them walked out, greeted by their guardians awaiting them. 

“Good job, guys, that was a great game!” Ms. McCall praised them, putting her arm around Scott’s shoulder. The sheriff hummed in agreement, while Derek gave Isaac a small smile. 

“If it’s okay with you two, I’d like to take the boys out for some food,” Derek spoke, looking at Ms. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski for approval.

“Totally fine by me, I have a night shift to be getting to,” Sheriff Stilinski approved, giving Stiles a pat on his shoulder and saying goodbye. 

“Totally fine by me too,” Melissa nodded, eyes Scott and Isaac, “I will see you two later, don’t get into too much trouble.”

Derek smiled at the three teens before asking them where they wanted to go, Stiles and Scott branching off into an argument of Olive Garden vs TGIFridays. Isaac just got physically closer to Derek, walking next to him instead of behind like Stiles and Scott were.

“You played really well that game, Isaac. You’ve really improved,” Derek praised him and Isaac was back at his furious blushing. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking down.

Isaac looked awkward, but Derek knew he liked the compliments. Derek could smell it on him.

Derek brought a hand up and tried to swat Isaac’s hand from his neck, but Isaac gasped and twitched away. 

“No way,” Derek had a mischievous smile on his face, Isaac just let out a long groan in response. “Well, if you won’t take my compliments, I might have to use my discovery and take some drastic measures. Next game, I’m gonna make a sign, it’ll say ‘I’m Isaac’s #1 fan’.”

Discovery Four: Isaac liked compliments, he just didn’t know how to take them

-And 1-

“Just- lay still!” Stiles grunted, pulling the tweezers away from Isaac’s neck. Stiles had snuck up on Lydia and Lydia had screamed, shattering every glass within a 5 metre radius.

Isaac, sadly, was in that radius, and he had been bringing his glass up to his mouth when it shattered. Most of the glass ended up piercing through his shirt, some small shards lodged in his chest, but others had ended up in his neck.

Stiles was trying to take the glass out, but Isaac’s wiggling was a little too much. 

“I have like four left, Isacc, can you just stop wiggling?”

“I’ll stop wiggling if you stop touching me.”

Stiles sighed, watching as Isaac’s cuts practically healed instantly. He had gotten all of the shards out, but Stiles still wanted to have some fun. 

“Hey, Scott? Could you come hold Isaac while I try to get the rest of this glass?”

“Sure thing, Stiles,” Scott had clued in on the situation as soon as Stiles had started speaking, the familiar glint of mischief in his voice. 

Isaac had bolted upright, getting up to run, walking straight into Derek instead.

“What’s wrong, Isaac? A little… sensitive?” Stiles paused for dramatic effect as Derek stopped Isaac from leaving.

“He is, actually! You should try his ears,” Allison piped up.

“Or his legs.”

“His hips are pretty bad.”

“Yeah, his ribs are too.”

All the werewolves in the room had perked up, Isaac’s pulse had skyrocketed when Stiles had mentioned his ribs. Scott hadn’t even realized that a heart could beat that fast considering Isaac had already been on edge when his sensitivity was mentioned. 

Isaac wasn’t one for negotiating, or begging, really, so instead he just turned to run, getting as far as a grand total of two feet before Scott came barreling into him, knocking him to the ground.  They rolled for a bit until Scott inevitably got the upper hand, pinning Isaac’s arms to his sides.

���Any last words?”

Isaac had opened his mouth to respond, but ended up interrupting himself with a bouquet of giggles as someone dragged a finger up his sole.

“I’m sorry, were you planning on saying something? My bad,” Stiles taunted.

Scott chuckled at his best friend’s antics before tracing his fingers over Isaac’s collarbones. Isaac started to chuckle, shaking his head frantically in an attempt to shake the fingers off. 

Allison and Lydia had gotten closer to the three of them, but didn’t dare join in in case Isaac got overwhelmed by all the touch. They did, however, share a look as they both mutually agreed to play a game that they often used to tease Isaac. The goal was to see who could make him blush the most for the longest, and it was far more entertaining than any movie or tv show ever is.

“Aww, is the whittle puppy ticklish? The puppy can’t take a little belly rub?” Lydia teased, leaning in to quickly scratch over Isaac’s belly once. Isaac snorted, throwing his head back.

“Is the big, bad beta giggling? Is a little tickling too much to handle? Maybe you’re gonna need a little extra protection against those hunters, what if they found out about your little secret?” Allison hadn’t expected for her comments to embarrass Isaac so much, but he desperately tried to hide his violently red face anywhere that he could. 

Stiles was growing bored, and he had started to trace upwards, scratching over Isaac’s thighs. Isaac tried to kick away, but Stiles wasn’t sitting in any position that could lead to himself getting hurt.

“C’mon Derek, aren’t you gonna join?” Scott asked, tracing his fingers over the shells of Isaac’s ears and appreciating the lazy, adorable laughter that it produced. He was gonna have to catalogue that for future cuddling.

Derek considered the offer before finally leaning over the beta, rapidly tasering Isaac’s ribs as Isaac began to flail and flop like a fish out of water, screaming out protests.

“Oh Gohohod!” Isaac squealed, desperately trying to retrieve his wrists from Scott’s grasp. Scott finally did let go, but Isaac’s brain had gone into overdrive as his laughter entered a territory of silence. Isaac couldn’t even begin to think of an effective use of his hands, let alone instruct them to follow through. 

“Ple- Pleehehe-” Isaac wasn’t one for negotiating, or begging, but now he was certainly wishing that he had the ability to do either. His words kept dying in his streams of laughter, which were only interrupted by snorts, hiccups, and gasps.

Isaac was radiating joy, the werewolves in the room could smell it stronger than anything else, but the kid needed to breathe too.

“Alright, that’s enough bullying for one day, kids,” Derek swatted Stiles and Scott off of his beta and Isaac suddenly wished he had the ability to express his gratefulness, but instead he curled in on himself, still laughing hysterically against his own will. 

“Now that,” Stiles began, flopping himself on the couch, “is a useful discovery.”

“Oh really, Stiles? If it’s so interesting then I guess you’d be okay with being next, huh Stiles?” Derek responded, partially to embarrass Stiles and partially to take some embarrassment away from his favourite puppy. 

“Don’t you dare- Derek, no don’t even think about it! Stop!”

[josjournal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha Derek Hale, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Magic, Missions Gone Wrong, Getting Together, Tickling, Tickle Fights, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 60 of Full Moon Ficlets Summary:

Stiles wakes up in a very dark place.

Written for @fullmoonficlet

[ash-mcj]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Chris Argent/Peter Hale (Petopher)

If You’re Gonna Lie (General)

You Stole My Bedding (read: heart) (General)

let it burn to the worst degree; let it take you right down to your knees (Explicit)

A Good Thing to Try (Teen)

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Sterek)

Is That...The Pornhub Intro? (Teen)

choke me like you hate me, but you love me (Explicit)

Derek Hale is Not Romantic (Teen)

He’s Got a Type, and It’s Mischief (Teen)

I’ll Be Your Glass of Wine, You Be My Shot of Whiskey (Teen)

An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons (General)

Lost Without You (General)

This is a Hale of a Lot Easier in Theory (General)

Power Moves (Teen)

A Chance Worth Taking (Teen)

Derek Hale, Are You Ticklish? (Teen)

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Steter)

Even Death Has a Heart (Teen)

Petopher & Sterek

Not Your Average Midday Swim (Teen)

Not Quite A Séance (General) 

Other

Somewhere in Beacon Hills //Jackson & Isaac (Teen)

Derek’s Person Series

Stiles Stilinski I Like How He Smells He Gets Cold When It’s 71 Degrees Out He’s Under My Skin I’m Not Sure How I Feel About Him I Thought I Wouldn’t Be Understood Without Words From The Darkness Comes A Spark

[jjmaybankx]

MASTERLIST

✧ — angst

❤ — fluff

❃ — sm-t (idk if imma write thaat just yet)

♕ — requested

TAGLIST

———— OUTER BANKS

NOT LOVE-INTEREST SPECIFIC

fanfictions

ISLAND PRINCESS ❤✧

imagines

in which lili is in outer banks....

ALL

folklore by taylor swift imagine series ✧

JJ MAYBANK/RUDY PANKOW

fanfictions

FEEL THAT LOVE ✧❤

imagines

the 1 — rudy pankow ✧

SICK ❤

TICKLISH ❤

PAD LOCK LOVE ❤♕

ILOVEYOU ❤ + implied ❃

LOOPY LOVE ❤

HOLD HIM PART TWO✧

ROOFTOP ✧

COMPARED TO HER ✧❤

ADORE YOU ✧

ARE YOU BORED YET✧❤

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU❤

POPE HEYWARD

imagines

HAPPY & SAD✧❤

RAFE CAMERON

if lilly was in outer banks...

if abby was in outer banks...

JOHN B 

KIARA CARRERA

SARAH CAMERON

TOPPER THORTON

———— TEEN WOLF

STILES STILINSKI

fanfiction

WHY DO I STILL? ✧❤

SCOTT MCCALL

ISAAC LAHEY

coming soon

ALLISON ARGENT

JACKSON WHITTEMORE

DEREK HALE

LYDIA MARTIN

MALIA TATE/HALE

KIRA YUKIMURA