Scott McCall is a Hufflepuff primary: his morality (why he does things) is based in fairness, in people and the idea that every single one deserves consideration, in community and in loyalty. He’s a Puff secondary, too: his best methods (aka his secondary) (aka how he does things) are compassion, team building, and helping others. (Hello Mr. Every Time Someone is in Pain I Take it on Myself).
But Scott thinks the way he is supposed to act is brave, direct, and forceful. So he tries. He models Gryffindor, and he has nightmares about that particular bravery’s violent extremes.
Once upon a time on a little show called Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski told Scott McCall he didn’t have to save everyone, and Scott gave him the blankest, most incomprehending look imaginable.
Stiles is a Slytherclaw— the precise, ruthless loyalties of a Slytherin Primary acted out by a Ravenclaw secondary’s planning, strategy, research, and learning. The kid reeks Slytherin. Refusing to tell his father about the supernatural, to keep him safe, even at the expense of other people’s lives— Stiles only backed down then at the terrible might of Scott’s puppy dog eyes, which: understandable.
Let’s kill Jackson, says Stiles, because he doesn’t care. In Allison’s voice that would have the ruthlessness of idealism, not “he’s not one of mine.” I guess a good distinction would be this: Allison would consider killing Scott, if he was murdering people, and Stiles never would. (This is not indicative of a greater connection between brother and brother or lover and lover; this is just pointing out that Allison would do, first, what was right (she would certainly fight her hardest to save Scott, but if there were truly no other options she would sacrifice him).
Stiles’s morality doesn’t work like that. He would keep his father in the dark even if it meant letting people die, because his father’s life is more important to him than theirs. Stiles is a Slytherin with a very short list of people.
I think in the S1 Stiles might have modeled Slytherin Secondary on top of his Ravenclaw secondary. He’s into manuevering and deception a lot more then than he is in the later seasons— especially after the nogitsune.
“I’m 147 pounds of skin and bones; sarcasm is my only defense.” I think that says a lot of it— Stlies has been becoming more and more powerful in his own Ravenclaw skills, enough that he can rely on them instead of hiding behind Slytherin modeling. I’m not sure he feels safer (the world keeps getting more dangerous) but he’s been up against enough now to know that he can survive, and that what keeps him safe tends to be his steady mind and anxious preparations.
Lydia is a Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw who models Slytherin Secondary (eight million times better than Stiles does) and performs Puff (about as badly as Stiles models Slytherin—you can tell she’s putting it on for politeness, when she smiles and doesn’t mean it).
In this way, her and Stiles’s journeys parallel each other, which makes their friendship one of my favorites. They’re both slowly coming to accept and value their Ravenclaw— to recognize that this is a kind of strength and perhaps even beauty; and that it is theirs.
Until Lydia starts breaking, she almost looks like a Slytherpuff—or, well, a Slytherin/Slytherin with a Puff performance. Her Puff is really unconvincing. But her outward facade of Slytherin Primary is magnificent. Even in the first season, though, her Claw peeks its head out now and then.
(Also: it looks like Lydia’s mom is a Ravenpuff? Which makes me wonder where Lydia learned that she should be a Slytherin. Because she’s so ashamed of her Ravenclaw, early on, both the primary’s idealism and the secondary’s intelligence and curiosity. She has this idea that beauty and power are the things required of her and that she must fulfill them. Only her world shattering around her made her vulnerable enough to reassess and embrace her Ravenclaw. It makes me want to meet her father, or other formative influences in her life, and perhaps see what her mother acted like in that marriage).
Alison Argent takes up her family’s moral legacy and rewrites it in her own words. She does what she thinks is right in defiance of foes, friends, and family. When she decides what right is, when she has watched and learned the world around her and slowly, deliberately built her own code out of the truths she’s found there—then Allison goes after her goals with a single minded intensity and a direct, sometimes violent efficiency. This, my friends, is a Ravenclaw/Gryffindor and she is beautiful.
(ALLISON I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING BACKPACKING FRANCE WHILE YOU RECONNECT WITH YOUR COUSINS AND FIGHT FOR TOLERANCE IN THE HUNTER COMMUNITY. I LOVE HOW YOU CALL LYDIA ONCE A WEEK ON SKYPE.)
Malia and Stiles boned over their shared Slytherin primary, which delights me. Malia looks like a Slytherdor, but I wonder if she might be a Slytherin/Slytherin who’s living in her “neutral state” because she doesn’t give a toot. I think if Malia needed to, she’d be happy to lie, coerce, adapt, transform to get what she wanted. She just so far doesn’t think highly enough of anyone to manuever in any way but straightforwardly.
Kira is a Gryffinpuff, I think. She’s certain and forward and brave, and she goes after her goals with kindness and determination.
Derek is a Hufflepuff with a Claw secondary. “We’re brothers now,” he tells this young kid just because the kid got chewed on by his uncle. He is desperate for community (see: the terrible choices of the Worst Alpha Ever aka S2). Even when he’s creepy (often), even when he’s a failwolf (…more often), he’s doing things to help people simply because they are people.
But he was going to kill Lydia, right? When we thought she was the kanima. Yes, he was— to save other people. Scott, wasn’t, but they’re both still Puffs, because Derek is what happens when a kid like Scott loses hope—or gets a truer idea of the real world, depending on who you ask.
Scott doesn’t believe in victories that come with comprimises attached. He doesn’t believe in heroism with trade-offs and consequences. Scott was going to save Lydia. But Derek? One girl’s life to stop a monster? He was going to save everyone else.
(Which— he was wrong, it was Jackson, you failwolf. But I’m more interested in both of their why’s than I am in the realities of the fictional situation).
Derek, like Scott, also models Gryffindor and probably… shouldn’t. He’s worse at it than Scott is. Which, like, wow. Calm down kiddos, please. Neither of you wants to be alpha dog, not really. Embrace your inner pack mom. Take pain from people and take Kira leather jacket shopping and brush the hair out of Cora’s face and hold Lydia’s hand when she’s making hard decisions about what kind of person she wants to grow up to be. Here are your strengths, boys. Here is your heroism.
THE PARENTS
Melissa McCall, Mama McCall, the beacon of Beacon Hills, is a Slytherdor. Her son’s in danger? She will forcibly waken one of her own patients when she herself has warned against it. She will sit with Ms. Yukimura and wonder why their children have to fight this war. (Ms. Yukimura, who’s some sort of idealist House, will respond that otherwise they would be running and hiding, but Melissa will remain unconvinced because this is her boy).
Melissa’s a Gryff secondary because she is direct, no-nonsense, and doesn’t care if she steps on people’s toes on the way to her goals. She’s amenable up until someone gets between her and something she wants, or something she wants to protect.Melissa models Hufflepuff occasionally, sometimes at her job, but most often around her ex, which makes me wonder if Melissa used to be a Slytherpuff, or a Huffledor, but went “no, screw this!” at the same time she threw her husband out of the house.
PapaArgent, I think, House shares with Derek Hale: Hufflepuff (his morality is informed strongly by the people he loves: his father and sister, and then his daughter; the best argument to get to him in S1 is “Scott hasn’t hurt anyone yet”) with a Ravenclaw primary (plans, preparation, and knowledge), and a Gryffindor modeling because it’s what his family expects of him.
Scott doesn’t have that many Hufflepuff role-models, does he? His mom, who is extraordinary and wonderful, is a Slytherdor. You can get farther from Puff/Puff but it’s hard. He doesn’t particularly bond with Papa Argent.
The best role model is probably Sheriff, who might be a Puff primary, but who Gryffindor secondaries so competently. Gryffindor secondaries just aren’t where Scott’s skills lie. Or maybe he could find a role model in Deaton, who models Puff but I think Deaton’s really just a Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw. The Puff all goes away when things get serious.
No wonder the kid isn’t comfortable with his Puff. All of his heroes win their wars in other ways.
THE VILLAINS
Peter is a burned Hufflepuff. Literally. People who aren’t his family have ceased being people to him. He presents effectively as a rather nasty Slytherin, but I do think it’s ultimately coming from a Hufflepuff place. But maybe I’m wrong and he really is as simply and shallowly selfish as he seems. … yeah that’s quite possible.
Peter’s got a slimy Slytherin secondary, and he models Ravenclaw, which is the Chessmaster set up, the mold for the manipulative schemer who (would like to think he) is two steps ahead of everyone.
(This is opposed to just a Slytherin, where you get adaptable and interpersonally effective tactics, but no long term “mwuahaha” strategy, and just Ravenclaw (think Sokka. think later seasons Stiles) where you just have the strategist).
Gerard, the manipulative douchebag, is a Slytherin/Slytherin who performs Gryffindor to cajole people like Kate and Allison into following him.
Kate is a Gryffindor/Slytherin who models and performs Gryffindor. I’m so sorry Gryffindors.
I’ve had a few people message me saying they’ve read a lot of fics with Laura in them, and don’t quite get which parts might be abusive, so I’ve decided to write a quick overview of the kinds of things I’ve read which I consider problematic.
Before I get into that: sometimes these tropes are so normalised that we don’t notice them until we’re a certain way on our journey in understanding sexism, and learning about feminism. When I was younger, I didn’t notice them either. I sometimes re-read books now that were favourites when I was a teen, and I’m appalled, because the women are treated so badly, and I didn’t even notice back then.
My point is, if you can’t see it yet, don’t beat yourself up about it. Take this as a moment to look at what you’re reading with new eyes, but remember it’s a journey. You don’t need to get understand everything at once. It will come with time and experience.
A good place to start is to ask yourself how you’d feel if you were treated the way the characters are in a story. That will often give you a solid clue if something is creepy or problematic.
TV tends to only name abuse as “abuse” when it’s the really full-on criminal and extreme versions. But the more common forms of abuse are often small things which are hard to explain to someone else who doesn’t experience them. It’s the pattern and intentions behind them that make them abusive. Someone doing them once might genuinely be joking, or it might be a friend who is over-reaching without realising it. But when they are a pattern of behaviour that’s motivated by a lack of respect for the other person’s boundaries, and a desire to have power over them, it becomes abuse. And that’s what fanon Laura is like a lot of the time.
The kinds of abuse in fanfic that I’m talking about are often small scale, but relentless. One of the most damaging parts of this kind of abuse is that usually each thing on its own is so small and petty that in real life if you try to tell someone they look at you like you’re crazy. Their look will say, “So you think they hid the book you were reading? So what?” But when it was a book today, and your keys the day before, and the new box of cereal you just bought the day before that… you end up going, “Did I really put the cereal in the freezer? Did I really put the keys in the houseplant? Did I really put my favourite book in the bin? Am I going crazy?” That kind of abuse is known as gaslighting.
It can be other kinds of things too, like people constantly borrowing your stuff without asking, and then making you feel dumb if you try to complain, or going behind your back and arranging things with mutual friends or family and then just expecting you to go along with it, and saying “But I did if for you, why are you so ungrateful?” if you try to explain why you don’t want to.
Enough warm-up. Let’s get down to some concrete examples I’ve read in Sterek fanfic.
I’ve read stories which have Laura do things like set up a dating profile for Derek without asking, and then bullying him into going on a date, even though he’s clearly unwilling to do so – Derek’s a rape survivor, remember. It would still be overstepping even if he wasn’t, but with that thrown in, it’s a really horrible power play, equivalent to telling someone to “Just get over it.” The fact he then ends up on a date with Stiles and likes him doesn’t magically justify the behaviour. The ends don’t justify the means. This is an example of abuse. If she’d asked first and he’d been tentatively okay with it, it wouldn’t be abuse. If he’d asked her because he was having trouble taking the plunge by himself, it wouldn’t be abuse. It’s because it’s a) nonconsensual, and b) bullying him into something he doesn’t want that makes it abusive.
Other stories will (quite commonly) have her demanding to know everything about his life, especially his romantic relationships, the minute it happens, laying a guilt trip on him if he doesn’t tell her, and not taking “no” for an answer, to the point she’ll steal his phone and snoop, or read his email, or interrogate his friends, and so on. She will come into his room or his house without asking, and interrupt what he’s doing as though it’s her right, even though he’s clearly not okay with it. She’ll spy on his computer usage or the people he meets. Derek won’t feel he can tell her “no”, or will reveal in his internal monologue that he’s “learned there’s no point” trying to get her to stop. This is abuse. It’s crossing Derek’s personal boundaries without consent, not listening to him, and taking advantage of the fact he values his family relationships too much to cut her from his life for this behaviour. If he volunteered the information because he genuinely wanted to share it, it wouldn’t be abuse, especially if she shared back equally. It’s the expectation that Laura has some right to know about Derek’s life and personal choices, even when he doesn’t want to share, that makes it abusive.
Laura sometimes vets his partners for suitableness without his consent, and/or will threaten Derek’s partners with retribution if they hurt him. This is commonly known as the “shovel speech”, but that in itself is an abusive trope. It disrespects the person’s ability to choose their own partner and decide about the relationship for themselves, disrespects the person they are dating, and threats are intrinsically abusive in any case. Again, if Derek asked for Laura’s opinion it would be a different matter, but in many stories she just goes ahead and does it, even though he is worried it will “scare Stiles off”.
There are stories where Derek is so sick of his family pestering him about having a romantic relationship that he fakes a relationship just to get them to leave him alone. In other words, he feels the need to lie and deceive in order to have autonomy over his own life. Again, the fact it works out and he meets Stiles doesn’t make the premise of having a family who won’t let him live his life in a way that makes him happy any less abusive. In real life, what if he were asexual? Or had social anxiety/introversion? What if he wasn’t sufficiently over his PTSD or last partner? What if he were queer and not out? What if he were trans and not out? And so on. This exact kind of overbearing behaviour that lays expectations on people in real life has terrible consequences a lot of the time – it can lead kids to cut, to run away from home, to eating disorders, to drugs, to suicide attempts. Romanticising overbearing family expectations is problematic because it normalises that kind of behaviour. We all want the best for our family, that’s totally normal. But we can’t live their lives for them. Trying to do so is abusive, no matter how well meaning.
These are some of the obvious examples of abusive behaviours which are played for laughs that I’ve come across in Sterek romantic comedies, although it’s by no means an exhaustive list.
it’s not just Laura who does these things either, but when Laura is in a fic, there is often an abusive element to her character – moreso than with most other sympathetic characters. Sometimes it’s not played for laughs, and the author actually makes it clear the behaviour is a problem. But there are also a bunch of stories that present the abusive behaviour as though Laura is being a good sister by doing these things.
I hope that’s helped clarify what I mean when I say fanon Laura is often abusive.
Seriously how can someone be this utterly breathtaking, between Derek Hale and Dean Winchester its a wonder I get any work done as prefer my fictional fantasy worlds where my heroes are exceptional comfort characters
The boy ran a hand through his hair and there was that flash of color Derek caught. His nails were painted neon pink, attached to long, skinny fingers. In contrast to all the tats and piercings, the most adorable moles splashed his skin, leading up to his upturned nose.
He’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life and it was terrifying.
Hey my loves it’s been a while. Most of you prob know that I write fan fiction for the sterek fandom (Your First,White Ferrari). I have sooooooo many more ideas for fics (including a sequel to Your First) but my time is very limited and I’m having a hard time structuring plots. If anyone is interested in being a co writer or just can be someone I bounce ideas off of please let me know! If not share this with your followers por favor :)
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SUMMARY:Y/N has to deal with the aftermath of losing control of her powers. The pack looks for and tries to save the Kanima on their own terms.
WORD COUNT:6868
TW: 18+ smut FINALLYYYYYY
“But you had it in control for a while!” Stiles turned back to you in the backseat as he followed closely behind Derek and the Kanima. “I read somewhere that the black mist that comes from your fists means you’re using black magic. And no one can really control it. But the green eyes mean-“
“Stiles!” Scott gasped as the Jeep slowly drifted off the road. “Road! Eyes on the road!”
“Sorry!” Stiles whipped the vehicle back into the lane. “Y/N, your eyes were glowing green! That means you were in control! That was normal magic!”
“But I was weaker! I can’t defend myself with just normal magic. I need black-“
“Oh my god. You’re kidding, right? You can’t possibly be justifying the use of black magic when you know that’s what makes you go crazy!” Scott turned around, looking back at you, only to see that you were being dead serious. “Okay, it’s official. You’re out of your fucking mind, Y/N! You need my blood. Give me your hand!”
“First off, I’m not giving you anything when you talk to me that way,” You scoffed. “Second of all, no! I’m weaker when we do that. And you need all the help you can get!”
“You actually think you’re helping me? In the unstable state that you’re in right now? The last thing I need is to be caught up in rescuing you when there are lives on the line!” Scott finally snapped.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t you get it? I had to leave Allison and Lydia to fend for themselves while Erica was trying to kill them because you were so out of control tonight!”
“Why are you always so quick to make me the bad guy, Scott? I was not out of control!”
“I SMELLED IT ON YOU, Y/N! You were about to kill everything in sight had I not stopped you!” He roared, making your lips part.
“Woah, dude, I think the last thing she needs is someone yelling at her right now,” Stiles stepped in. Scott sighed, realizing your eyes began to fill with tears at his tone.
“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,” He paused before going on. “Look, I just.. I can’t keep babysitting you when there are lives on the line. You’re better off weak and in control than allowing that dark magic to endanger the people you love.”
Your breath hitched. He was right. You felt it too, the desire to kill. The darkness in your mind fought to stay, even if it meant lying to yourself and the boys. The magic you used was no longer for self defense or even to defend those you loved. The darkness that possessed you wanted everyone and everything around you gone. You didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened had Scott not been there when he was.
Stiles looked into the rear view mirror to see you purse your lips. His heart sank when he saw the realization set in; in that moment, the old you finally shone through. With teary eyes, you fought against every part of you that told you to keep your hand to yourself and hesitantly held it out.
Scott gave you a look of guilt. You knew he hated the person he became around the dark you. He hated yelling at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the one that wanted- no, needed to kill. He hated seeing his best friend realize that she was no longer the protagonist in this story.
His claw sliced through your palm, making you wince, before his bloodied hand came in contact with your own. The familiar tingle fluttered against your skin before a burst of pain hit you both. You both groaned and hissed as the blood sizzled between your hands; this was far more painful than the previous time. You saw a flash of white in midst of the pain. You yelped, gripping onto his hand as the dark part of your mind tempted you to stop.
All this pain can go away if you just let go, it said. You will be stronger than any supernatural being if you let go. You will be able to defend those you love if you just let go.
Just as you thought you couldn’t handle much more, the pain dissipated almost as quickly as it came.
Your busy mind finally fell to silence. The buzzing and the constant chatter in your head fizzled away to nothing, and the darkness that weighed down your chest finally lifted. For a moment, you felt as if you could finally breathe again. Everything was okay again.
“How you feelin’?” Scott asked carefully, making you realize both set of eyes were on you.
“Better. God, a lot better actually,” You breathed as the Jeep whipped around another corner. “You?”
“Yeah, I’m all g-“
“FUCK!” Stiles shouted before the Jeep halted to a quick stop. You looked at the road in front of you to see a spike strip blocking the road. He stopped and looked over at Scott. “What do we do now?”
“Stay here!” Scott called as he ran out of the Jeep and towards the Kanima. You both watched as your best friend disappeared around a corner. The sounds of growls and hisses echoed through the concreted space you sat in. Stiles reached for his radio, turning on soft music to try and drown out the eery sounds of the fight going on just around the corner.
Within a few minutes, you felt your body begin to come down from the adrenaline that came with the pain. You were fatigued to the core. Every part of you felt as if it had been depleted of all energy. You never realized how much of a toll the magic had on your body until it left.
“Hey, you alright?” Stiles muttered, not failing to notice the way your heavy eyelids drooped. You rested your cheek on your now healed palm, drowsily looking up at him.
“Physically or emotionally?” You yawned.
“Both.”
“Oh, well in that case, kinda shitty,” You responded, making him chuckle. “Physically, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired before. I feel like I just participated a triathlon or something.“
“Yeah, you look like it too,” He nodded, making your head shoot up slightly with a playful smile. “Hair and everything. You look rough.”
“Hey!”
“Don’t get me wrong, you still look unfathomably beautiful. But you look like a tornado sucked you up and spit you out,” He smiled. “Or like an earthquake-”
“I got it, Stiles,” You interrupted before you both chuckled. “Thank you for that.”
“And emotionally?”
“Not doing too great after that comment,” You joked, making him laugh before you cleared your throat. “No, but uh.. I felt a little numb when the magic was really beginning to control me. It almost felt good to let it take the wheel. It was easier than fighting it but now, I… God, I feel awful. I almost killed Jackson. And tonight, I was going to kill Isaac and Erica had Scott not stopped me.”
“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Stiles shook his head, taking your hand into his own. “That was just the black magic. It wasn’t you.”
“Wasn’t it though? It was mymind.Mythoughts.My desires. It might’ve rewired my thinking but it was still me.. Sti, I didn’t just want to kill, it was like I needed to. Had Scott not been there tonight, I might’ve…” You trailed off, finally looking back up at your boyfriend. You felt hot tears begin to pool again in your eyes before letting go of his hand and looking at your lap.
His lips parted. You didn’t have to finish your thought. He knew exactly what you meant; you might have to killed him too.
“But he was there and you didn’t. You had it under control for a moment!”
“Until I got scared,” You muttered. “I can’t control it when I’m mad either.”
“So it’s not a matter of controlling your powers, you made it pretty obvious that you’re fully capable of doing that. It’s a matter of controlling your emotions,” Stiles smiled. “Sounds like something we’ve done before.”
“You’re not gonna duck tape my hands and launch lacrosse balls into my chest, are you?” You groaned. Stiles threw his head back in laughter, opening his mouth to respond just before you saw the Kanima jump over the Jeep with Scott closely behind him, making you both scream.
Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked over at you.
“Was that..?”
“Yup, hop up here and help me follow them!” He waited for you to jump into the passenger’s seat before he reversed the Jeep and followed your best friend down various streets and alleys. You helped Stiles locate where the two were headed, yelling a series of “Left! He went left!” and “Right! No, no! Your other right!”.
Finally, you parked the Jeep as Scott ran into an alleyway. You both jogged up behind him, making him jump.
“Wait, wait! Sorry, sorry!” Stiles yelped before Scott had the chance to cause any harm. “Did you see where he went?”
“I lost him..”
“What? You couldn’t catch his scent?” You chimed in.
“I don’t think he has one,” Scott shook his head.
“All right, any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked.
“To kill someone.”
“Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now,” Stiles deadpanned, making Scott roll his eyes. You smiled. “What? Scott, come on. I’m 146 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!”
“Just help me find it!”
“Not ‘it’, Jackson,” You corrected.
“You’re right. I know, I know,” Scott breathed.
“But does he know know that?” Stiles asked. “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”
“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway,” You shook your head.
“Yeah, but that’s just the thing. How did he pass the test?” Stiles turned to you.
“He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom to see if it would paralyze him, and it did. He thinks that since a snake can’t be killed by its own venom, the same can be applied to this situation,” You explained.
“So it’s an either-or thing… When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles raised his brows.
“When it’s Jackson,” You muttered before looking up at him again and grinning. You were about to compliment his intelligence when the Kanima’s tail sticking out of a window upstairs. Your face fell as you backed up, trying to get a better view.
“Yeah, I see it too,” Scott breathed as it crawled in completely. “He’s inside.”
“What’s he gonna do in there?” Stiles questioned. You watched as Scott’s eyes wandered towards the entrance.
“I know who he’s after!” He gasped, you tried following his gaze but couldn’t see past the bouncer.
“What, how? How? Did you smell something?” Stiles asked. Your jaw dropped when you stepped aside to see Danny standing in line.
“Armani.”
“There’s a door over there!” You pointed, hesitating to follow behind them.
“You coming?” Scott asked.
“It’s a gay club. I feel like I’ll only draw attention to you guys if I go in with you,” You shook your head. “Maybe I should just wait in the Jeep.”
“What?No way! Not when the Kanima is nearby!” Stiles protested, stepping away from the door.
“You’re joking, right? You saw her tonight! She can take care of herself. Fuck, I’m even scared to mess with her!” Scott chuckled.
“She’s weaker now. And look at her, dude. She’s running on adrenaline right now but as soon as she settles down, she’ll fall asleep! I can’t let her go alone,” Stiles shook his head. “There’s no way she can fend for herself when she’s asleep.”
“What are you gonna do? Scare the Kanima with your sarcasm?” Scott deadpanned.
“For someone who doesn’t like sarcasm, you’re pretty damn good at it,” Stiles grumbled.
“Go! You’re wasting time! I’ll be fine. Scott will know if I’m in danger because of the bond. Give me the keys and go!” You laughed. Stiles paused before finally tossing you his keys.
“Be careful. Don’t fall asleep!” He pointed at you as he jogged in behind Scott.
You smiled and walked back to the Jeep. You decided to sprawl out in the back seats to rest. You genuinely tried to stay awake but the next thing you knew, you woke up to Stiles banging on the driver’s door. You scrambled to unlock the door before noticing a naked Jackson laying limply in Scott’s arms.
“Looks like you two had fun,” You smirked.
“Not as much fun as you’re about to have,” Scott smiled before all but tossing Jackson into your lap.
“Ew! I don’t want him!” Your face scrunched up, making the boys laugh. “Why is he naked?!”
“Long story. I’ll be back!” Scott called as he jogged off towards the arriving ambulances. Stiles climbed into the driver’s seat and looked back with a smirk.
“If you’re going to make some sly remark about the size of his dick, I don’t want to hear it,” You sighed, making his face fall.
“Never mind then,” He grumbled, turning around the face the front again. “He paralyzed a few guys but they’re all gonna be fine.”
“Did Scott do this?” You asked, looking at the bloody claw marks sliced through the peaceful boy in your lap.
“No. That was Derek.”
“Derek was here too?”
“Couldn’t get anything out of Danny,” Scott interrupted as he hopped back in the Jeep.
“Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad’s deputies sees me?” Stiles asked before starting the vehicle. As if on cue, the sheriff swerved into the parking lot, right in front of the Jeep. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?”
Jackson moaned loudly and snuggled into you, leaving you with a face of disgust.
“That was rhetorical!” Stiles snapped, looking back at him.
“Get rid of him,” Scott said.
“Get rid of him? We’re at a crime scene and he’s the sheriff!”
“Do something!” Scott shrugged. Your boyfriend grumbled something and flailed his arms before letting himself out of the car. “Y/N, get down. He won’t be able to play off the fact we’re at a gay club if his dad sees you.”
“Getdown?!” You looked down at Jackson, realizing you’d either have to stick your chest in his face or lower your own face near his crotch. “No way!”
“What’s going on?” Jackson mumbled.
“Jackson, shut the fuck up for a second, would you?” You snapped. “He’s waking up, asshole! I’m not getting all up in his business!”
Jackson moaned loudly again, lifting his head off of your legs. You rolled your eyes and shoved his head back down.
“Dude! Be careful, he’s hurt. Jackson, be quiet!” Scott whispered. “Y/N, would you rather have your boyfriend to be grounded for an eternity or suck it up and get down?!”
“What’s happening?” Jackson asked. You sighed before lowering yourself out of the Sheriff’s sight. Unfortunately, your chest was pressed against Jackson’s face. You cursed yourself for wearing a low cut top that day. “Whatever’s happening, I’m not mad about it.”
“Ew,” You gagged. You were about to sit up again when you felt Scott’s hand push you back down. “What the hell, Scott?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. They’re looking over,” He smiled and waved at the Stilinskis. Only moments after, Stiles hopped back in and reversed out of the crime scene. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was clear to back out when he saw the unfortunate position you were in.
“Scott made me do it,” You said.
“Dude, can we please just kill him?!” Stiles whined as the car sped through the streets of Beacon Hills. You sat back up.
“No! He’s just a kid!”
“Okay, then where are we gonna keep him?” You asked, looking down at him to see that he was fast asleep again. “Because he has a pack of werewolves and hunters after him.”
“I don’t know.”
“Uh, what about your house?” Stiles asked.
“My mom’s home tonight. And my dad’s still in town so my place isn’t an option,” You sighed.
“Scott?”
“Not with my mom there,” Scott shook his head.
“Jesus, where was this parental attendance when we were growing up?!“ Stiles huffed, referring to the amount of time the two of you spent at his house as kids while your parents were working.
“We need to keep him somewhere where can can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him!” Scott said. “Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.”
“No, I’m with Stiles on this one. I say we just kill him.”
“THANK YOU!”
“We’re not killing him!” Scott scolded.
“Let’s take a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should kill Jackson.”
Both you and your boyfriend’s hands shot up.
“You’re outnumbered. Take a left, it’ll take us to the forest so we can-“
“We aren’t taking a fucking vote, you idiots. We are not killing him!” Scott grabbed Stiles’ hand and put it down again.
“God! Okay!” He grumbled. “Okay, wait. I have an idea!”
“Does it involve breaking the law?” Scott questioned.
“Scott, it’s Stiles talking. Don’t you think that’s a given?” You rolled your eyes.
“I was just trying to be optimistic!”
“Don’t bother,” Stiles replied.
“But like.. just how illegal is it because I still want to get into Yale,” You muttered.
“Maybe you should this this one out then,” Stiles pursed his lips.
“Wh- no way! We’re in this together.”
———
“STILES! MCCALL! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Jackson roared from inside the prison transport van Stiles ‘borrowed’ from the Sheriff’s Station.
“Okay, maybe you were right. I probably should’ve sat this one out,” You nodded.
“Told ya,” Stiles scrunched his nose sympathetically. “Here’s the deal. I need you to go to school today, alright? We can’t all be absent or it’ll look weird.”
“Do I have to? My body is drained from the blood transfer thing we did last night,” You groaned.
“Yeah, unfortunately you do. But I’ll stay behind with Jackson then switch shifts with Allison and Scott after school so that you and I can get some sleep, sound good?” He asked, watching as you yawned and sleepily rubbed your face. He normally loved seeing you so sleepy; he could melt on the spot from how cute you looked when you did that. But he felt felt his heart drop a little, feeling as if he was asking too much of you. He pouted empathetically and caressed your cheek. “Aww, don’t do that. I know you’re tired, I’m sorry. But just try to get through the day, alright? I swear we’ll have the best nap of your life after school.”
You nodded and yawned again, sticking out your pinky. He chuckled and gladly took it in his own before kissing your hand.
“I have an extra energy drink in the Jeep. Take it with you,” He smiled before kissing your forehead and watching you leave. “I love you!”
“I love you too!” You called as you hopped into Scott’s car and drove off.
Stiles grabbed his backpack and climbed into the back of the van, checking to make sure Jackson was still in his human state before fully hopping in. “Alright, I bought you some food-“
“LET ME OUT NOW!” Jackson growled, making Stiles jump back. He slammed his backpack down before sitting up again.
“You know, my girlfriend and I put those pants on you, alright, buddy? One leg at a time!” Stiles snapped. “Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?”
“This is doing me a favor?”
“Yes! Y-You’re killing people!” Stiles deadpanned. “To death. Yeah! And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?”
———
The school day trudged by slowly. You fell asleep a few times in a few of your classes. You didn’t fully wake up until you saw Mrs. Argent walk into your class and introduce herself as your new substitute teacher. After school, Allison told you exactly what her grandfather told her; Jackson’s parents went to the police. They were looking for the van.
She gave you a ride to the spot in the woods where Stiles parked the van. You saw him holding Jackson’s phone and typing before you ran up to him.
“OH MY GOD!” He screamed before realizing it was you.
“They know,” You said.
“What?!”
“They know Jackson’s missing!”
“No, they can’t. I’ve been texting his parents since last night. They don’t have a clue!”
“Gerard told Al that his parents went to the police,” You shook your head. “They know.”
Stiles looked down at the phone in his hands and held it out before he gasped. He whimpered before handing you the phone and opening the van’s door. You followed him, hearing the dispatch radio order all available units to the woods.
“Al!” You jogged back over to her car. “Can you lead us to your secret spot?”
“Yeah, follow me!”
You ran over to and hopped into Stiles’ jeep before following close behind her. You looked in the rearview mirror to see Stiles was not far behind. You saw him on the phone and assumed he was updating Scott on your new location. You all drove for about five minutes before finally parking beside a cliff. Scott was already there waiting on you all.
You all hopped out and walked with him as he spoke.
“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny’s tablet,” Scott sighed as you all walked away from the van.
“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.
“What if someone else took it?” Allison jumped in.
“Then somebody else knows what he is,” You said.
“Which could mean someone’s protecting him!” Scott nodded.
“Like the bestiary says, the Kanima seeks a friend, right?” Allison agreed.
“I need to retranslate that paper to make sure, but yeah.”
“So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know?” Stiles furrowed his brow. “I mean who would do that?”
“Somebody who wanted to protect him?” Allison asked.
“There’s something else. The only thing Stiles found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?” You proposed.
“Well, no, it can’t be. It tried to kill all of us, remember?” Stiles’ tone softened when he spoke to you before he turned to the rest of the pack. “I don’t know about you guys but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.”
“Exactly! If it wanted to kill us, we’d all be dead by now. It didn’t kill Scott and Allison at Isaac’s, it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage!”
“Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool.”
“But it didn’t.”
“Itwould’ve. It was waiting for us to come out!”
“No, she’s right,” Scott interrupted. “What if it was trying to keep you in?”
“..Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Stiles paused.
“Because there’s something else going on! We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything about what’s going on with Jackson or why someone’s protecting him,” Scott put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke.
“Know thy enemy,” Allison muttered, gaining all of your attentions. “Just something my grandfather said.”
“All right. I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved!” Stiles shrugged.
“He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?” Scott spat.
“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek,” Stiles lowered his tone. “It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny!”
“Yeah but it doesn’t mean he’s not still worth saving!”
“It’s always something with him, though,” You agreed with your boyfriend.
“He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” Scott argued.
“So what?” Stiles hissed.
“So, I didn’t either! And for that matter, Y/N still doesn’t know sometimes either!” Scott explained before turning to Al. “You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? Or, Y/N, the way you almost killed Isaac and Erica last night! We had someone to stop us. He has nobody!”
“That’s his own fault,” Stiles scoffed.
“Doesn’t matter,” Scott replied. “If we can save him, we should try… Y/N?”
The boys both looked at you before you sighed.
“I hate to admit it but Scott’s right,” You nodded before yawning. “We’re privileged enough to have a support system when we are at our worst. How does that make us more worthy of living?”
“Fuck, I hate it when you make sense,” Stiles grumbled. “Fine, we’ll try to save him. But I need to get this one home. She’s drained.”
“Okay, we’ll take the evening shift,” Scott nodded. “Meet up at 11:00?”
“Sure thing, buddy,” Stiles nodded before guiding you back to his Jeep. “Before I forget, you making driving my Jeep look so good.”
“Do I?” You laughed as he opened your door for you.
“Uh,ch’yeah!” He nodded before jogging over to his side. “Not gonna lie, you had me a little worried at first. I thought you didn’t know how to drive a stick.”
“I don’t,” You shrugged making his eyes snap over at you. “I kinda just remembered you talking about it and-“
“You used your magic to help you, didn’t you?”
“Oh, I definitely used my magic to help me. That was complete bullshit,” You nodded as he threw his head back in laughter. “I kind of have a better idea as to how to control it now though. When I used my magic last night. I won’t lie, though, it’s going to take a lot of practice to get it as strong as black magic.”
“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” Stiles smiled over at you, picking up your hand hand placing a kiss on the back of it. “There’s not a doubt in my mind that you can master it. It’ll be hard but you got me and Scott in your corner.”
“You’re the best, you know that?” You grinned before yawning again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sleepyhead. Now let’s go take a nap, yeah?” He asked.
He drove you back to his house. You practically ran into his room, sighing with relief when you caught a glimpse of his bed. He chuckled when he saw you quickly take off your shoes and jump in. Within seconds of your head touching the pillow, you were out cold.
He took his sneakers and crawling in beside you. As he set an alarm for 10:00 PM, you rolled over and snuggled into him. He smiled down at you before setting his phone down and holding you until he drifted off as well.
———
Six hours past by before the alarm woke you both up. You sat up and stretched.
“What time is it?” You groaned as you stretched your arms above your head.
“10:00,” Stiles mumbled, turning off his alarm. You couldn’t help but smile at how sleepy his hazel eyes were, batting his dark eyelashes in an attempt to stay awake. “What are you looking at?” He chuckled.
“You,” You giggled. “You’re so handsome. Can you blame me?”
“Not really, no. I’d be drawn to my devilishly handsome face too,” He shrugged, making you laugh. He reached out for you, pulling you into his chest before playing mindlessly with your hair. “How are you feeling?”
“So much better,” You sighed.
“That’s good,” He mumbled into your hair. “I was really worried about you.”
“During school or because of last night?” You asked.
“Both. But mostly last night,” He responded as you readjusted to be able to to look into his eyes as he spoke. “The way your eyes went black. And the way you easily broke Isaac’s arm. Seeing that reminded me of the severity of using magic, you know? Then when we were in the car and you refused to give Scott your hand, I-.. I thought for a second that I might’ve lost you. I felt like a little kid watching my mom’s dementia take over her mind again.”
“Sti..” You furrowed your brows before placing a sweet kiss on his chest. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to scare you or hurt anyone. I didn’t mean to-”
“No, no, it’s okay! Don’t apologize. I know it wasn’t in your control. I’m just happy you’re back to normal now,” He smiled softly before you kissed his lips. As you pulled away, he gently pulled you back in for another kiss. “Mm, give me another one.”
You giggled against his lips as you both sweetly kissed. It was a moment of pure love and appreciation. You were both happy things were, for the most part, back to normal. After a couple of minutes, though, the kiss deepened into something of passion and desire.
He flipped you over on your back as your legs wrapped around his torso. He kissed your lips for a few more moments before slowing moving down your neck and then behind your ear. You let out as his soft lips pressed against that spot behind your ear that made you go crazy. He smiled as your hips slightly bucked up.
It was your turn to flip him over, straddling his hips before he sat up to continue the kiss. His hands entangled themselves in your hair, tugging slightly in the midst of the heated moment. Your hips began to slowly and firmly grind into his own, making him moan with anticipation.
“You’re making it really hard to get ready to go back to the woods,” He said between kisses.
“They can wait a little longer,” You whispered. “We never get the house to ourselves.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He pulled away, looking into your eyes as he caressed his cheek. “Because it’s totally okay if you don’t. You’ve had a rough-“
“Stiles, you have no idea how badly I want you to fuck me,” You said with a coy smile. A subtly blush rose to his cheeks as he shot you a lopsided grin. “Are you gonna make me beg for it?”
“Maybe,” He bit his lip as he looked at your own. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“I think I know how to convince you,” You looked at him, a devious smile with the eyes of an angel. You were killing him. Your fingers traced the top of his jeans, teasing him with the fact that you wanted them off. “As long as you’re okay with it.”
“Oh my god. I’m so okay with this,” He stumbled on his words as your fingers made their way to unbutton his pants. You pushed him back on the pillow before slowly kissing down his chest, his stomach, and leaving a sloppy kiss on both of his hips.
You finally pulled his pants down and smiled at his length. You pressed a small kiss on the tip before licking a stripe from the base of his shaft to the top.
“Stop teasing me,” He whined, making you smile as you looked up at him. “Please, baby.”
You wrapped your lips around him before slowly making your way down. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth without gagging, so you used a hand at the base to help you out. He threw his head back as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. His hand wrapped itself in your hair as you strategically bobbed your head up and down.
The noises of pure bliss, the whimpers and shivers you sent through him; it all drove you crazy. You looked up at his as he moved your head at his desired pace, only to see his mouth agape and eyes fixated on you. He twitched in your mouth before you felt him pull you back up, placing a kiss on your lips.
“Your turn,” He smirked, laying you down and kissing you. He slowly discarded your clothes as he kissed down your body. He left wet kissing down your neck, lingering at your collarbones and on your chest before toying the the bottom of your shirt. You took it off alone with your bra, leaving him gawking at the beauty before him.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” He whispered before he took your breasts into his hands and kissing them. His mouth found its way to your right nipple as he squeezed the other in between his fingers. You moaned as you placed your hand behind his head. His swollen lips trailed down your chest and stomach before he pulled at your legs, positioning closer you to the edge of the bed where he stood.
Stiles unbuttoned your pants as he kissed your stomach, wiggling them down eagerly before carelessly tossing them on the floor beneath him. He slowly parted your legs before crouching before you.
He kissed the waistline of your panties before moving down further, kissing just above the wet spot. It was his turn to tease you. He looked up through his lashes as you groaned, “Stiles, please.”
“I thought you didn’t beg,” He smirked.
“You proved me wrong,” You breathed as he pressed another kiss on your covered clit. “Please, baby.”
“Well, when you say it like that,” He chuckled before leaning down. His tongue dragged up and down your slit, only sucking on your clit for a moment before slipping back down again. He enjoyed hearing the frustrated noises that came out of you.
“You’re being such an asshole,” You whined.
“Hm?” He smiled. “A what?”
“An-oh my god,” You moaned as he finally gave you what you wanted. His tongue flickered against your clit while he sucked slightly.
“God, you’re so wet,” He mumbled, pulling away as he rubbed his fingered up and down your slit again before inserting a finger and connecting his lips to your clit once more. He had you gripping the sheets, moaning out a euphony of words, including his name. He felt your walls clench around his fingers but kept the same pace. In a matter of seconds, your back arched as you all but screamed his name. He pulled away, watching you lay in bliss, heaving and sweating. He did that to you. “Christ, you look so fucking hot when you cum.”
“Wanna see how hot I look when you’re inside of me?” You breathed with a smile. He nodded frantically before you both readjusted on the bed. His lips crashed back down on your own and your hand trailed over to his nightstand. “I can’t find the condom.”
“Here, let me,” He pulled away and grabbed the condom package, pausing before he opened it. “And you’re still sure you wanna do this?”
“Mhm, I’m sure,” You smiled and took the package out of his hand, ripping it with your teeth and handing him the condom. “Are you?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” He said, making you giggle. He rolled on the condom before kissing you again. He teased your with his tip, rubbing it up to your clit and back down. “I’ll go slow.”
He gently but firmly pressed himself against your entrance. You let out a small gasp at the new sensation as his tip slowly made its way into you.
“You okay?” He paused.
“Mhm,” You smiled, pulling at his hips a little. He began sliding into you again, watching as your jaw dropped and your brows furrowed. He would’ve stopped had it not been for you pulling his hips into you. “Let me feel all of you.”
He finally pushed in all of the way, keeping still as your tight pussy clenched around him, trying to get used to the sensation. He thrusted lightly for a few more moments before you relaxed into him and began moaning with pleasure.
“Faster,” You breathed, making his brows shoot up. He was impressed by how well you were taking it. He sped up the pace, barely able to hold back his cum. Your pussy was tight and wet; it was nothing like he’d ever felt before. If he wasn’t completely obsessed with you before, the way your moved and moaned below him, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you whimpered his name along with all of the other filthy words that fell out of your mouth, he was utterly enamored by you now.
“I’m close,” He groaned as he continued at your desired pace.
“Cum for me, baby,” You whispered in his ear. That was enough to push him over the edge, he pulled out and finished the rest of the orgasm off with his hand before plopping down next to you, breathing hard with a smile on his face.
“How do you feel?” He looked over at you to see your smile mirrored that of his own.
“Like we should’ve done this a long time ago,” You replied, making him laugh.
“No kidding. I could definitely get used to this,” He agreed as you giggled. You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his sweaty torso.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, kissing his neck. He’d never experienced you in this state; your hand mindlessly roamed around his chest as your lips continuously pressed to his collarbone and neck. He almost preferred seeing this side of you over the sex itself.
“Me? Oh, I’m awesome!” He grinned, looking over at you as you giggled. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” You smiled before looking at the clock. “Uh.. What time were we supposed to meet up with Scott?”
“11:00, why? What time is it?” Stiles looked over to see the clock read 12:43 AM. “Oh shit! Are you okay to like get dressed?”
“Stiles, we just had sex. I didn’t get shot,” You deadpanned.
“Well, I don’t know how this works! Scott told me girls bleed when they have sex. And it’s gotta hurt, right? I mean, it’s such a small hole that gets stretched out and- please interrupt me! I’m ranting!” He flailed his arms, making you laugh.
“Honestly, I thought it would hurt more but it was just a lot of pressure at first. Then it felt good,” You smiled. “Really good.”
“Wait, really?!” He stopped.
“Mhm,” You nodded standing up and walking over to his closet. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your figure as you searched for a t-shirt. “And I didn’t bleed either! I thought that would happen too!”
“Probably wouldn’t be the worst thing to put a cautionary pad on though, right?” He asked. “I have some under the sink for you if you need them.”
You put on his Beatles shirt before bending down to grab your athletic spandex and a pair of underwear from your backpack that you didn’t use earlier that day and throwing those on underneath. “That’s not a bad idea actually. I’ll be right back.”
After you finished up in the bathroom, you both hopped into the Jeep before heading back to Allison and Scott’s spot. You placed your hand on the back of Stiles’ neck, rubbing it with your thumb as he hummed along to an old cassette. As he pulled up, you realized that the van’s back door was wide open.
“Fuck,” You whispered before hopping out of the car and running up to the van, only to see that it was completely empty. “Jackson’s gone!”
“What the hell? Where’s Scott?” Stiles asked before he caught glimpse of Allison’s car. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”
He marched over and peaked in the back window. You ran up behind him to see Allison cuddled up with Scott, both naked and covered only by a thin blanket. You banged on the window, causing them to snap awake.
“You guys might wanna come take a look at this!” Stiles spoke. You both turned around to give the two a moment of privacy to change. Once they were dressed, you all jogged over to the van to see the empty makeshift holding cell.
“I have to tell my father,” Allison blinked. Scott walked away from the three of you in thought.
“I think she’s right, Scott. He’s going to kill someone,” You bit your lip.
“Okay, tell him,” He nodded. “Tell him everything.”
“Scott, I gotta tell mine, too,” Stiles spoke up.
“This is all my fault,” Scott muttered.
“It’s not,” Allison shook her head, speaking in a soft tone. “But we have to tell them. We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.”
“You’re right.”
“How’re you gonna make your dad believe all this?” You asked your boyfriend.
“I don’t know,” Stiles sighed. Scott turned around, shining his golden eyes at the three of you.
“He’ll believe me,” He said.
The pack decided to split up, the boys going to the Sheriff’s station and you riding home with Allison. She left the bestiary at home and needed you to translate it properly now that you were basically fluent in Latin.
“Here’s the paper, you think you can get anything new out of it?” She asked, handing you the Kanima’s page she printed from the bestiary. You sat down, looking at the paper and translating it again, fixing all of the errors you initially made.
“Are you sure? I thought that meant ‘friend’. ‘The Kanima seeks a friend’.”
“I was wrong,” You shook your head before looking up. “It means ‘master’.”
“The Kanima seeks a master..” Allison muttered. “Someone’s not protecting him.”
“Someone’s controlling him,” You finished as you both gave each other looks of horror.
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A/N: OKAY IM SORRY FOR POSTING THIRTY MINUTES LATE BUT AHHHH THEY FINALLY DID IT OH MY GOD!! ABOUT DAMN TIME!! This was one of my first times writing smut so LMAO i’m sorry if it’s bad! But I mean it kinda fits the “losing v-card” theme bc that’s always bad right?? IDK I TRIED TO MAKE IT SWEET AND SPICY FUCK OFF BAHAHA! Let me know if you guys want more smut or if I should just lay it to rest ♀️
