#mccall pack

Give me unhinged Stiles. All human, full confidence, protective as fuck Stiles.

I want Stiles' name to be broadcasted on Nemeton weekly as the pack guardian. Not Emissary, not Protector Druid, just full, no holds barred— willing to die, happy to kill, will gut you like a fish if you touch my beta's and or alphas—Stiles.

Isaac and Stiles are bullshitting one day when Isaac says his "I spent my childhood locked in a freezer. How would I know how to be helpful?" And Stiles rolls his eyes.

"You can't use that every time Isaac." It's unfortunate that Aiden is walking passed them at that moment and he glares at the beta.

"It's where you belonged mutt." The twin hisses and Stiles is out of his seat so fast Scott doesn't have time to grab him. Cause sure, Stiles can't beat up Aiden but the werewolf can't heal his vision back if he's missing a goddamn eyeball. And it takes both Scott and Boyd to pull Stiles away before he stabs him in the face with a newly fashioned, mountain ash pencil.

Some new supernatural cat girl has been stalking Allison for weeks. Stiles at first tries to reason with her, tells her she's under Alpha McCalls protection and though she's a hunter Allison will leave her alone as long as she behaves. But Cat Girl won't have any of it and when she threatens to scalp Allison's 'pretty little head' Stiles runs her over with the jeep.

A werewolf with knowledge of the Hale pack comes back to town one day and is relentlessly harassing Derek. He blames him for the fire and Stiles happens to be out at the preserve when he hears the asshole talking about Kate. "Admit it Hale, you're glad they died! Selling your family out for one hard rut. Or did she make you the bitch?"

Neither notice Stiles and his metal bat wrapped in barbed wire and dipped in wolfsbane until he's on the guy. Derek watches in awestruck horror as Stiles beats the crap out of him. Human Stiles covered in blood and panting as he stands over the unconscious omega. He spits on the guy before turning to Derek and the alpha is both utterly terrified and completely turned on when narrowed and angry eyes look to him with concern and gentleness.

"Please don't listen to him Der. None of it was your fault."

I want this white man in my guts, but I can't have that so instead we get this. Enjoy :)

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You two are horny, almost all the time. Stiles, who played with himself twice a day before you got together and who damn near couldn't keep his hand out of his pants at any given moment

I feel like being in the pack with Stiles would be so stressful but make the sex so worth it

Like, it would be really, really frustrating to have no one listens to him. And when Stiles get stressed, he tends to lash out physically. Even if it's just about something like where they should all get lunch that evening.

So, you always benefit

Like when no one wanted to listen to Stiles about something being wrong with Lydia's front tire, and then the car broke down on the highway, then he had to change the tire with Scott in 97 degrees under the California sun

That night, he came home and had one of your legs over his shoulder while he whispered degrading words in your ear that had to shaking responding to ever nasty thing he said with an affirmative

Noah always knew Stiles was a bit more...excited than some teenagers. The last time he borrowed Stile's laptop, he almost had to bleach his eyes. He just didn't need to know about his son's preferences and now he just knows way too much. And since then, he hasn't been able to look at Stiles the same.

He always hoped that Stiles's delusions about sex wouldn't hinder him in a real relationship, but the noise canceling headphones he had to buy said otherwise.

You just looked so nice! When you came in for the first time, charming and sweet, he was sure that Stiles would have to try being normal for a bit. Then he came home one night and heard a moan that had him scared he'd be a grandfather soon.

No one expects you two to be the way you are. Except for Scott, he's been subjected to hearing Stiles's insane thoughts about you for the past two years since you transferred in the school. Like that time, they ran into you at the mall when you had on biker shorts and the minute you turned to walk off Stiles went from sweet, cute Stiles, to scaring the crap out of Scott with how badly he was describing his need for you.

And you were no better. Your friends were damn near victims. Hearing about how hard you fucked yourself while thinking about Stiles, seeing you turn into an entirely different person whenever he was close by. Why you wanted this guy to throw you around like a rag doll was a mystery to your friends. I mean, sure they knew he was handsome. You just had thoughts about Stiles that would kill a nun.

Honest to God, I don't know which one of you is worse. It's probably Stiles to be honest, you do egg him on though.

You don't care where you are, you want him real bad sometimes. Even if that's in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night (y'all are dying first in a slasher movie for sure) and you two are supposed to be investigating something. You'll push him against a tree, before you're making out and unbuckling his belt. He can't exactly argue when the feeling of you giving him a handjob through his boxers is making his head spin and his tip leak. Somehow you try end up dry humping (BRING BACK DRY HUMPING) before your entire body is shuddering, and Stiles is gripping your hips with his eyes shut while he stains a pair of his boxers.

Your werewolf friends have had the misfortune of hearing you two. No one, and I mean not one of them, needed to know that you like being choked. Or that Stiles liked being bitten. You two don't do stuff in front of people, because that just gives creep so that's not the move but it's not your fault half of the town has supernatural hearing. Honestly at a certain point they should just stop coming over at night.

There are times when you two are apart and can't go at it for a while. Stiles will beat his dick raw; the man is addicted to you. He's obsessed. He's pathetically rewatching videos of you two. You deepthroating him until your eyes are red and teary. You bouncing on his cock while scratching down his abs. Him eating you out while you urge him on with moans of his name. Oh, and the videos of him hitting it from the back with a hand tangled in your braids while you squeal moans of approval. It doesn't help that you both have a really high sex drive so he's basically getting laid every day then has to go to getting absolutely nothing for probably months. It's also worse because he's madly in love with you and sex helps him feel so close to you.

If you're smart forget about it. Stiles is smart but he can't focus at all. You help him by studying with him, and Stiles could listen to you talk literally all day. Then about three hours in he's focusing on your lips and the way they pucker just a bit when you bite the inside of your cheeks to focus. Somehow, he ends up slowly kissing you until you're laying down. Then oops! He's eating you out while you expertly deep throat him with your hips wiggling from the stimulation.

Eveyone else: Naaah

Character: *is evil*

Everyone else:

Summary: With everything going on recently, you had done your best to keep it together. But fighting the supernatural and dealing with a biology exam was never a good mix.

Warnings: Possible language, reader is autistic, protective!Scott, protective!Stiles.

A/N: I understand that everyone with autism behaves and acts in different ways, so please don't tell me that this isn't how someone with autism acts.

You kept telling yourself you weren’t going to break.

Not today. Not after everything that had happened.

You’d fought a creature you didn’t even have a name for, sprinted across half the preserve, and then sat through a full day of school pretending you weren’t exhausted, overstimulated, and one wrong nudge away from falling apart.

And now you were standing in the middle of Scott's living room, backpack half-unzipped, books spilling out, hands shaking just enough for Scott to notice.

He approached quietly.

“You’re really overwhelmed,” he said, not asking - just knowing.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though the words tasted like a lie. “I have to study. My biology exam is tomorrow and-”

Stiles stepped into your line of sight, eyebrows drawn tight with worry. “Hey, hey- slow down. You’re talking too fast.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, louder this time, like volume could turn panic into truth.

But then Lydia closed the front door a little too firmly, and the sound cracked through the room like lightning. Liam cursed. Malia rummaged through the fridge. Someone’s phone buzzed. The lights hummed overhead.

And suddenly everything was wrong - too loud, too bright, too close.

Your breath stuttered. Your hands flew to your ears. The room tilted.

Scott was there instantly, voice soft but firm - alpha calm.

“Everyone. Quiet.”

The effect was immediate; the whole pack froze, their attention snapping to you with concern.

Stiles stepped closer, palms open. “You’re overloaded, aren’t you?”

You tried to answer but couldn’t get words past the tightness in your throat. You hated this. Hated feeling like you were falling apart in front of everyone.

Scott guided you to sit on the couch, movements slow and careful.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “You don’t have to hold it together.”

Derek, leaning against the wall, pushed off and crossed the room silently. He turned off the overhead lights and turned on a warm, dim lamp instead. Lydia pulled Liam and Kira toward the hallway with gentle gestures. Malia closed the fridge softly, looking oddly protective.

Stiles crouched in front of you. “Hey. Look at me for a sec?”

Your eyes lifted, watery and overwhelmed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “Your brain’s just tired. It happens.”

Scott nodded, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You can breathe now.”

The pressure in your chest loosened, just enough for a shaky exhale.

Stiles reached into his bag and pulled out noise-cancelling headphones - your favourite pair he kept “just in case.”

“Can I?” he asked.

You nodded.

The moment the headphones settled over your ears, the world softened. The noise dulled. Your thoughts stopped spiraling.

Scott wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you gently into his side. “You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to need help.”

Your lip trembled. “I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

Stiles scoffed softly. “You? Bothering us? Impossible.”

He tapped your knee lightly. “You’re pack. We look out for each other. And if biology is trying to murder you on top of everything else, then we’ll punch biology in the face.”

You let out a tiny, broken laugh.

The room stayed dim, quiet, and soft around you. Derek kept watch from the corner - silent reassurance. Lydia brought a blanket. Kira handed you a warm cup of tea without speaking. Liam sat on the floor nearby, keeping his movements slow and gentle.

You finally let your head rest on Scott’s shoulder, breaths evening out.

For the first time all day, you didn’t feel like you were one second away from shattering.

You were held. You were safe.

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Stiles: Hey, we need you to come bail us out of jail.

Derek: We? How many of you are in jail?

Stiles: Well, Allison, Erica and I are here for trying to burn down an Applebee’s. Lydia and Scott are here because they tried to break us out of jail. Jackson got arrested for picking a fight with the cops. And I don’t know why Peter’s here.

Peter: Tax evasion.

Derek: Please tell me Boyd isn’t in there too?

Stiles: No.

Derek: Thank god. At least ONE of you has some sense.

Stiles: But there is a warrant out for his arrest.

Derek: WHAT?!

Stiles: So, can you come bail us out?

Derek: I will bail you out if you all swear you will never do this again.

Stiles: …

Derek: Stiles…

Stiles: …

Derek: Enjoy jail

Stiles: Wait-