#liam dunbar preference

[myenemytolover]

upon consideration, 'my boy only breaks his favorite toys' is also extremely thiam coded and here are the specific lines that are just too perfect with how i think about them and their evolution of everything (emphasis added, lmao)

"'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night - should'vе known it was a matter of time."

"Put me back on my shelf, but first, pull the string."

"I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me."

"'Cause I knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch - said forever, then he blew it up."

"Just say when, I'd play again."

"He was my best friend and that was the worst part."

"I felt more then, in brief moments than with all the Kens 'cause he took me out of my box."

"Left all these broken parts and kept my tortured heart."

"And told me I'm better off but I'm not."

[raekensluver]

MORE. TEEN. WOLF. REQUESTS. PLEASE

[blushingsastiel]

One more step. Theo can take one more step. Sure, the pain in his arm is making his head buzz, but what's a few more steps? Just a few more towards his truck. He can even see it from where he is.

It's not that far away.

So why does he feel like it's getting further and further away from him?

(Oh, you know, just the delirium.)

His arm hurts, his head hurts, his face hurts. Theo's whole body feels sore and untouchable. If he could, he wouldn't even let his clothes touch his skin right now, but he doesn't think he can shift right now (not in this headspace since he prefers to be more level headed).

"Theo?"

The chimera snaps his head up from where he was staring at the ground, head feeling so heavy that he didn't lift it.

What in the actual hell was Scott doing here?

Scott was standing in front of Theo's truck in clothes that looked like maybe his pajamas. Like maybe he had just woken up and came straight here. The chimera didn't see his bike anywhere, so the alpha must have walked all the way here (more like ran...).

"Woah, Theo, you're bleeding," Scott says, stepping forward and grabbing both of Theo's forearms.

"Mm-hmm," was all Theo could get past his lips in the state he was in.

The warmth of Scott's fingers on his skin and just knowing his alpha was there soothed Theo. To the point that his legs turned to mush and he slumped forward onto Scott.

"Woah, woah, woah," the alpha panicks, quickly wrapping his arms more securely around the chimera.

It's terrifyingly easy for Scott to keep up Theo's weight, no sign of straining just yet in his posture.

Because they're so close to Theo's truck, it doesn't take long for Scott to gently manhandle Theo into the passenger seat.

"Pocket..." Theo rasps.

It kinda hurts to even talk (he was screaming so much in that basement), but Scott seems to get the message that the truck keys are in his pocket. The alpha reaches into his jean pocket and carefully extracts the object.

Once they're in his palm, Scott grabs the seat belt and crosses it over Theo's body before clicking it into place. His hand lingers on the seat belt for a moment too much.

Theo's eyes are almost closed, so he can only see a sliver of his surroundings. He doesn't really see Scott's face, only his hands. But Scott's hands are hovering over his, as if he's unsure if he can touch him or check over him.

Or maybe take his pain.

In the time that Theo has been somewhat part of the McCall pack (a few members deem Theo as part of it, like the puppy pack, while others see him as more of an ally. Theo isn't sure which group Scott resides, but it doesn't stop the chimera from referring to Scott as his alpha — only in his mind, though, never out loud), he rarely lets anyone touch him. Liam tends to touch him the most, but it's because they've grown rather close in the past few years.

They're each other's anchors at the end of the day, and with Theo living at the Dunbar-Geyer's house (even when Liam is at college), it feels more and more that they're like family.

Besides Liam, it's so very rare for anyone to touch him.

A huge reason is because Theo isn't used to someone wanting to touch him without hurting him. But another reason is Theo doesn't believe anyone from the McCall pack owes him anything. They don't owe him a touch to take away his pain. They don't owe him a friendly touch, signaling that they care about him. Not after what he did.

Even though Scott must know that Theo is iffy about touch, he grabs his wrist. He feels the pain leak out of him slowly. His mind looses some of the buzzing.

Theo can't help but sigh in relief.

After Scott took some more pain away, he lets go and hurriedly closes the passenger door before sliding into the driver's side after going around.

"I'm going to take you to my house, okay? I know you live with Liam, but I want to make sure you're okay first," the alpha announced as he started driving Theo's truck.

(This is quite the feat for someone else to drive Theo's car. He honestly hates driving, but it's his truck. It's where he used to live and sleep in and try to feel some sort of comfort in. His truck is something irrevocably his own. Letting Scott drive doesn't raise any alarm bells. If anything, Theo sinks into his seat knowing he can trust the alpha to get them somewhere safe.)

All Theo does is hum before closing his eyes.

Gentle hands guided Theo to the living room couch and pushed him down to sit on the comfortable cushions. A lot of Theo felt tired and ready to lay down, but in the back of his mind, he also felt safe. It's similar to how he feels at Liam's house. Knowing there was someone in close vicinity that would protect him and care for him. Not because they had to, but because they actually wanted to.

Scott's house makes him feel the same way.

Theo opened his eyes to see Scott kneeled down in front of him. His eyes look worried, they're darting around his face and the rest of his body; his gaze hardens when he spots the blood-soaked spots of his shirt and jeans.

But, it takes a few minutes for Scott to see the marks around his neck. The chimera had his head so lowered that his neck wasn't really visible, but when Scott delicately lifts his chin with his fingers, he gasps.

Scott doesn't dare try to touch his neck, but his eyes roam all around.

"How did you get away?"

He has to swallow before he answers his alpha. Theo's voice is shaky as he speaks, "They didn't tie the rope correctly. The more I struggled, the looser it got."

The chimera feels weak beneath his alpha's gaze. It's not frequently where Theo gets hurt this badly by hunters, so his pride is in definite need of soothing. Theo tries to be an ally of the McCall pack where Scott can believe that Theo can handle anything. That he is someone to rely on. It's something Theo tries to project because if he can't have Scott the way he wants, he at least wants to be seen as useful.

It's quiet as Theo watches Scott lower his head and breathe in deeply. Anger and guilt swirl around the room with so much pressure that Theo wants to whine, try to get Scott's attention away from whatever thoughts are clouding his brain and causing such strong feelings (Theo doesn't put two and two together to understand that Scott is angry because someone hurt him).

"How did you find me?"

It's something that's been on his mind this whole time. When he first saw Scott, he couldn't believe it. That Scott was right in front of his eyes when he needed him most.

"Instinct, I think. I just felt that I had to be there," Scott answers cryptically. "I'm glad I was. If I wasn't there—"

The alpha doesn't finish his sentence before he cuts himself off. His jaw is clenched tightly, so tightly Theo can see it.

It makes the chimera want to smooth it all way with his fingertips.

Scott physically shakes himself before he relaxes, letting his soft gaze focus once more on Theo. He takes a few more breaths before speaking. "Can I wipe your face? Before you take a shower?"

The chimera bites his lip and stays quiet for a moment. Having Scott's absolute and complete attention on him while he's cleaning his face makes him nervous. It makes him flustered. Scott isn't even touching him, and Theo feels as if he's sweating (maybe that's not just from Scott... and maybe it has to do with how exhausted Theo is but alright...).

His pulse may be fluttering; he can't quite tell because he's just too bone tired to try to keep it under control. Loosing control is something he hates to do, but he'll let it go just for now. Just until he's slightly better when it doesn't feel as if he could sink to the ground.

He's been quiet for too long.

"Sure," Theo manages to croak out. His neck hurts, hurts, hurts.

"Okay," Scott breathes out before quickly getting a washcloth. It's a pretty fuzzy cloth when Scott presses it against his cheek. The material is also damp with warm water, and Theo cannot help but close his eyes again.

Theo feels as if he can trust Scott enough to close his eyes even when sometimes he doesn't sleep for a few days besides a couple hours of sleep because of how paranoid he is.

But with Scott, the chimera knows, absolutely knows, he can relax in his presence.

The alpha moves from his cheek to his chin and then to the other side of his face (at this point, Theo is leaning forward, almost falling against Scott's chest).

The motions are almost soothing even though there's tiny cuts across his face from when Theo was running through the woods. He didn't want to risk using his eyes to alert any hunters his locations. The yellow glow would give him away instantly in the dark forest. Low tree branches smacked him in the face as he ran.

He remembers it stinging a lot, but Theo didn't have the luxury to stop. All he could do, the only choice he had, was to keep running despite the pain.

"All done," Scott murmurs, voice low. "Let's get you to my bed. I need to make some calls to Argent and Stilinski, but you need to shower and then sleep."

Before he knows it, Theo spouts out a question, "You'll sleep with me in your bed, right?"

It's too late to take it back... but Theo, deep down in the cracks of his heart and chest, wouldn't want to. This is something he's been craving for, longing for: Scott.

"Um, I mean — I was going to sleep on the floor," Scott stutters his way through his reply.

Theo shakes his head. "Don't. Please. I'll feel... better with you close."

"Okay, yeah, I can do that," the alpha breathed.

All Theo does is nod once before slowly heading towards the stairs to go take that relaxing shower he knows will do loads to help him feel better.

Before he can get far, Scott calls out to him, voice a little rough, "You'll be safe here, Theo. I'll keep you safe."

"I know," Theo instantly replies.

Because Theo does know Scott can and will be able to keep him safe. In all honesty, Theo has been the one constant person that has kept himself safe, mostly out of harms way (not all the time, but you get the point). He's had to do everything in his power to make sure he makes it day after day.

But, Theo has been trying to learn that he can't do it all alone. There will be people, like Scott, who want to help and who can help him make it through the day.

With Scott, it's not solely the physical attributes of him being a True Alpha that make Theo feel secure, but also his presence.

Pretty much, everything about Scott.

It feels nice to have him close, within arms reach.

[twshipoftheday]

Teen Wolf Ship of the Day, February 25th

Liam Dunbar x Kira Yukimura

When she saw him for the first time she knew. She knew it was forever. There wasn't really a question, it was obvious. Liam Dunbar was it for her and who was Kira to fight that?

Headcanons under the cut.

Liam and Kira do a lot of sparring, it usually turns into kissing but it's mostly sparring... most of the time

Liam texts Kira a lot, he's the kind of person who will send 10 texts messages whereas Kira will put her response into one long message

Liam learned how to braid hair so he could braid Kira's hair

Kira is the big spoon more often than not, but she more prefers to sleep directly on top of Liam like a weighted blanket

Liam loves having his partner on the lacrosse team with him and he loves to practice with Kira outside of regular practices

Kira is not a cook and unfortunately Liam isn't either so the two of them survive off of take out and whatever leftovers they get from the Dunbar Family Dinners and the Yukimura Family Dinners (capitalization entirely necessary)

Kira likes being there for full moons and Liam absolutely hates being apart from her on those days

[daylightdunbar]

| liam dunbar/theo raeken, 1.5k words |

A door swings open at one end of the waiting room, a rattly cough is heard behind them and a toddler struggles to contain his emotions, resisting any attempt to be soothed by his mother beside them.

The clickety—click behind the desk from the receptionist is incessant, so is Theo’s foot tapping against the wood beneath their feet, the jangle of his car keys from where they’re swinging over the edge of his pocket—

“Oh my god.” Liam groans, lifting his fingers to press the cold tips against his temples, rolling them in circles to ease the pounding in his head. “Can you be any louder?” He hisses, snapping his head towards Theo whose face shows nothing but his usual impassiveness.

Barely arching an eyebrow in response, Theo slides his foot back and presses his heel down on the floor, it squeaking under the pressure in response.

“I could’ve left you bleeding out on the side of the road, you know.” He finally speaks, letting the silence linger just long enough for Liam to open his mouth, Theo cutting him off before he does.

“I wasn’t going to bleed out.” Liam argues, throwing his arms out, palms up and gesturing broadly. “It’s a couple of scratches.”

“I saw tears.” Theo half smiles, shrugging one shoulder casually.

“You didn’t see shit.” Liam huffs, angling his body away from Theo so that he doesn’t see the blush crawling up from his neck, past the collar of his hoodie which is now sporting a couple of new holes.

They slip back into the silence that usually accompanies them— comfortable, something that doesn’t need to be broken by futile attempts at small talk. And if Liam doesn’t think too much about why that is, it’s almost… nice.

The hospital is still showing signs of disrepair, in the cracks in the walls hidden behind deliberately placed posters despite the work that’s going on to erase any evidence of what happened, to move on. Liam follows a crack on the edge of the wall that meets the ceiling, tilting his head back until it hits something— unexpectedly soft, Theo’s shoulder.

“What?” Theo asks, drawing the word out slowly, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Are you doing?”

Liam quickly yanks his head up, cracking his neck in the process, wincing at the sound as he utters a quiet nothing that barely reaches his own ears.

“You don’t have to stay with me.” He says in lieu of answering, preferring to sweep whatever that was under the rug.

“Some people would just say thank you.” Theo sighs heavily, scrunching up his nose slightly. He doesn’t meet Liam’s eyes, staring at the row of empty chairs in front of them but his eyes flick to the side for a moment, like he wants to look but doesn’t.

I didn’t ask you to stay.” Liam frowns, folding his arms over his chest.

For a moment, Theo doesn’t say anything and Liam thinks he hasn’t heard him— which is ridiculous given that he’s convinced Theo can hear his own thoughts, especially the ones he shoves down so deep he would have to complete a maze to find them.

“Okay.” Theo says, his voice as blank as his stare. “I’ll leave.”

Theo stands up, hovering in front of Liam with his fingers wound around his keys until Liam reaches out, grabbing his sleeve by the fistful and yanking him back down.

“Don’t.” He huffs, embarrassment clear as the sky breaking through the clouds written on his face.

“Thought so.” Theo grins, mostly to himself, ignoring the scowl that pulls at the corners of Liam’s mouth.

///

The nurse is nice, kind eyes that reassure Liam as he hops up onto the bed— even if they stray across to Theo standing silently in the corner, hands in his pockets looking at the tray that she rolled in with her with different supplies, her curiosity clearly piqued even if she doesn’t mention it.

It stings a little but enough for Liam to retract his arm until she mentions him needing a tetanus shot and Liam’s arm flies backwards so fast it’s amazing he didn’t accidentally hit the nurse or himself in the jaw.

Theo stands up straighter to his side, frowning at Liam’s reaction as the nurse promises it won’t hurt anymore than what caused his original scrapes. Liam smiles but it does little to stave off the burn of nausea rising in his throat.

Theo approaches the bed when she leaves and leans in, his breath hitting Liam’s cheek eliciting a slight shiver.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of needles.”

“Everybody’s scared of something.” Liam rushes out, his words catching in a breathless, fearful swallow that makes them sound even more defensive that he intended.

Theo steps back, putting his hands in his pockets as he scrutinises the way Liam’s eyes are flying back and forth to the closed curtain and the top of the cabinet where the first tray had been.

He doesn’t know why he hates needles, but he always has— even as a little kid, staring at the needles in doctor’s hands with tears filling his eyes and seeing his life flash before them even if it was over in a matter of seconds. And, the last thing he needs is Theo Raeken of all people making fun of him for it.

The nurse returns with the needle in question and Liam’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides as the blood thumping in his ear drowns out everything she’s saying to him.

Liam doesn’t even notice Theo coming closer to him again, or Theo holding out his hand towards him— at least not until the back of his hand touches Liam’s and his fear immediately outweighs his embarrassment, he clutches Theo’s hand and squeezes it with all the strength he can muster. Theo grimaces slightly but doesn’t pull his hand away, letting his fingers take the crushing blow of all of Liam’s anticipatory fright.

Liam meets Theo’s eyes, softer than usual.

“Okay?” He mouths to him, searching Liam’s eyes for a sign of something he’s not even sure he’s going to find.

Liam nods but it’s a barely there jerk of his head as he feels the latex from the nurse’s glove touching his arm, swallowing at the sight of the needle out of the corner of his eye.

Theo turns his attention to the needle and absentmindedly rubs his thumb across the back of Liam’s hand, just long enough to distract him from the needle piercing his skin. And fine, maybe the puzzled look that crosses his face is what some people might call, adorable.

“All done.” The nurse smiles at him. “You’ve got your boyfriend to thank you for that.” She laughs softly, nodding towards Liam’s hand which is still crushing Theo’s.

It’s only after she’s left them alone does Liam pull his away, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact with him, looking at his hands and arms where the dried blood used to be spread across his skin.

“So, um—”

“Yeah—”

They speak at the same time, whatever they were going to say drifting away, their words dying on their tongues as they look at different areas of the cubicle.

The tips of Liam’s ears turn a bright and rapid red as he drops his gaze to his scuffed shoes and lets the usual comfortable silence twist into something less, the unusual awkwardness palpable.

///

“You were so brave.” Theo mocks, his teasing breaking the silence that had followed them from the hospital to the truck and halfway down the quiet backroads of Beacon Hills.

Liam snorts, lifting his head off the window to glance over at Theo out of the corner of his eye.

“Shut up, man. I wasn’t that bad.”

Theo drags his tongue over his bottom lip, flicking his eyes up to the rearview mirror before deliberately turning his head towards Liam.

“You almost broke my hand.” He says, holding said hand up.

Liam just smiles to himself, rolling his eyes and muttering something that sounds closely like if i wanted to—

Instead, Liam twists his hands in his lap and turns his body towards Theo, studying the inscrutable expression on his face as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

“You know I’m scared of needles, what are you scared of, Theo?”

Theo doesn’t answer but Liam watches the line of his throat and how he swallows thickly, his eyes flickering out to the side but never catching Liam’s. He opens his mouth slightly, closing it, almost crumbling under the pressure of the question—

He shakes himself out of it before he can though, turning to Liam, his uncertainty replaced with a nonchalance that hadn’t been there before.

“That’s a story for another day.”

“Promise?” Liam asks before he can stop himself, his voice wavering slightly.

“Like you’d let me forget, Dunbar.” Theo smiles, it’s not a half smile, it’s not even a smirk, it’s a smile that pierces through Liam’s chest and blooms in a wordless promise of something else instead.

[nightingale2004]

Teen wolf next generation: Thiam version

Nathan Daniel Raeken Dunbar

Faceclaim: Tanner Buchanan

Oldest son of Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken

He looks a bit like both his dads

Is a werewolf

On the lacrosse, wrestling, and basketball team (prefers boxing)

He and Miguel are emo boy besties

He has a temper, but he has a handle on it

Works at his dad, Liam's fight gym

Has I.E.D. like Liam and has a tough time keeping a cool head. (His family and pack help keep his temper under control)

He is the best fighter in the McCall pack

He trains at the gym and in the woods of Beacon Hills

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Tara Haven Raeken Dunbar

Faceclaim: Milly Alcock

The last child of Liam and Theo

Younger sister of Nathan by 2 years

Acts mature for her age

Loves her brother and sticks with him like glue

She is a were-coyote

She considers herself the brains while her older brother is the brawn

She is the strategist in the McCall pack and brainstorms plans and backup plans with some of the Hale pack members

She is always one step ahead of everyone

Is on the soccor team of Beacon Hills High School

[justanobsessedfangirl]

Teen Wolf Preferences #5 -- You're a Wereleopard (Part 2)

Requested by anon: Can you do a continuation of the Wereleopard!reader headcanons with Brett Talbot, Corey Bryant, and Nolan please? No one else has done these headcanons and I LOVE THEM!!!

Author's Note: I've had this in my drafts for literally YEARS now so I figured I should just post it. I didn't include Nolan because I don't feel I know that character well enough. Hope you enjoy! You can check out Part 1 (which includes Scott, Stiles, Liam, Derek, Isaac, and Theo) here.

Masterlist

Brett Talbot

Brett could smell something different about you, something foreign and powerful and...seductive?

No, nope, he definitely wasn’t thinking that way about someone who was friends with Liam Dunbar for God’s sake

But when you quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, he was pretty sure you knew that flash of impure thought he’d had

So while Scott talked to the gathering of werewolves and other supernatural beings, Brett stared at you

And you sat there, smirking and smug

He swore he was going to lose it when you stretched, arching your back and showing a strip of skin below your shirt

What was happening to him??

No girl had ever caught his attention so quickly

After the meeting, Brett was torn between going to talk to you and leaving to try and save some of his pride

You sauntered over to him before he could decide

“See something you like?” you asked

You’d thought it was going to be a simple game of cat and mouse, where you’d get to sink your teeth into your prey and then discard him like all the others

But Brett wasn’t a mouse

“I’ve seen better,” he said

The corners of your lips turned down, your eyes narrowing

This wasn’t the game

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart,” he said, his words dripping condescension 

You fumed, too distracted to even hear that Brett’s heart was still racing even as he walked away

The two of you ran into each other a few times after at various meetings

Brett had done some asking around and found out you were a wereleopard, so he was slightly more prepared for your antics

But still, every time you saw each other, the flirting seemed to turn up a notch, the teasing hit a little harder

It reached a new high the night of the Devenford Prep-Beacon Hills lacrosse game

He’d spotted you in the bleachers as soon as he stepped on the field (not that he was trying to find you)

You were wearing tight shorts (were those even allowed??) and someone’s jersey (which definitely wasn’t allowed in Brett’s mind)

Brett definitely did not immediately scan the field and see whose it was

It was Liam’s

And you definitely had not worn it on purpose to see if you could rile him up

But if you had: mission accomplished

Brett was an animal on the field, scoring 6 goals himself and a number of assists, propelling Davenport to a 20-7 victory

You didn’t like how many times he slammed into Liam, but you were a big fan of how he looked when he was all sweaty

And then when he took his shirt off after the game

!!!!

But you played it cool when you came down the bleachers, first checking in with Liam, Stiles, Scott, and Kira, and waiting for Brett to start looking at you

You felt his eyes after only a few seconds

But you made him wait a minute or two before you turned to him and smiled, deceptively innocent

He came to you like a moth to a flame

You smelled his sweat and warmth and lust

And you couldn’t stop yourself from smirking

“You sure you still want to wear that loser’s jersey?” he asked, reaching a hand out to pinch the fabric between his fingers

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. “You don’t think I look good in it?”

Brett met your gaze. “You’d look better with it off.”

And then you had him, the cat had caught her mouse

Or maybe the dog had caught the cat?

It was hard to tell who was in control, but neither one of you ever stopped fighting for it

Not after a steamy hook-up in the backseat of his truck, where he asked you out and you pretended to have to think it over; not after that first date, where you thought he’d kiss you goodnight and he’d only smirked; and not after the first year together, where neither of you wanted to admit that you were in love, but you both knew you were

Corey Bryant

(male reader)

Oh, you really couldn’t have asked for a better lab partner than Corey Bryant

The poor boy was putty in your hands, and the blush that filled his cheeks when you gave him a compliment (even a small one) always had you going back for more

One time you ran a hand along his jacket while you complimented him and he couldn’t speak for nearly five minutes

You loved it

But as senior year crept along and supernatural events picked up around town, Corey began to change

It was little things at first: asking you to wash the beakers, telling you directions, looking you in the eye after a flirtatious comment

You bristled against it initially

Who did he think he was, growing a backbone against a wereleopard? He was only a human

Or was he?

Because you’d started to notice a change in his scent (not that you’d paid a lot of attention to it -- this wasn’t serious, you were just flirting) 

But the new smell was so faint and so unusual for supernatural creatures, almost seeming to change every second, that you couldn’t be sure

And what if he was just a normal human? What then? How did you feel about him challenging you more?

You hated it

Kind of

(Although you did kind of like seeing Corey’s confidence grow, whether aided by powers or not)

But as quickly as it had happened, Corey seemed to fold back into the shadows again

He came to class pale, with dark shadows under his eyes, and he smelled scared

Not that you were concerned or anything

You just went to Scott McCall to make sure he, as the True Alpha in town, knew that something sketchy might be going on

And after learning about the Dread Doctors you only offered to help because you’re a wereleopard, the strongest, smartest, fastest supernatural creature around

“And the most humble,” Stiles had muttered

You’d winked and he’d gone wide-eyed, looking around frantically, but all you could think about was how Corey would have reacted instead

Would he still blush at something as small as a wink? Would he smile that sweet, boyish grin of his?

Now armed with the knowledge of Corey being a Chimera, you’d taken it upon yourself to be his bodyguard

And also test out what exactly his powers were

Was he stronger than you???

Well, as you found out in the Beacon Hills High School weight room, he could bench press 360 pounds

Easily

You weren’t sure if you should be bitter or turned on

Or both

“Thanks, Y/N, for helping. I know this isn’t something you’d normally do,” Corey said as he sat on the bench

You smirked (you didn’t really know how to smile) and leaned against a nearby squat rack, “I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spend time with my favorite Chimera.”

There was that blush

And the boyish grin

And Corey looking at you shyly through his eyelashes

Were you blushing too?

“Do you think...Do you think I might be the Dread Doctors’ success?” he asked. “I just mean because I’m only getting stronger. And I’m healing faster.” Corey looked up at you nervously, then back down to the ground. “Nevermind, I don’t know--”

“I think you’re a success,” you said before you could stop yourself. You pushed yourself away from the squat rack and reached Corey’s bench in a few graceful steps. Slowly sitting next to him, you added, “I don’t know what the Dread Doctors are planning, but I think you check every box.” And then, because he wasn’t responding, just staring at you, red-cheeked and beautiful, you said again, “I think you’re a success, Corey.”

His kiss was nervous and excited and, underneath it all, dominant

When you both finally needed to pull away, Corey was the first to speak

“I like your smile.”

And you were smiling, because Corey was smiling too and you felt happy, not proud from teasing some guy, not accomplished because you made someone flustered, not superior because you were supernatural

You were just

Happy

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Given that I've been hyping up people reading and commenting on fics, and I'm working on the sequel to this fic, I figured that I would post a new photo edit for it.

Tough Like Dandelions [135k | Complete, 18/18 | M Rating]

A story of growth, change, and healing after a new enemy steps onto the field that threatened to decimate not only the McCall pack and those adjacent, like Theo, but the supernatural world as whole. This rising faction of hunters used science to develop a new type of weapon that the pack has no defense for, proving to be their most dangerous opponent yet. Caught in the crossfire of it is, predictably, one Liam Dunbar, which meant that Theo isn't going to get any rest any time soon.

Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar centric, alternating POV, pack dynamics feature prominently.

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

“Liam!” Theo’s voice ricocheted off the trees as he moved through them, shoving his way through the brush.  Nothing answered. Another, louder, groan filled the dusk-dark woods, dripping with the chimera’s pent-up frustrations as thoroughly as his shirt, plastered to his skin and sticky, was soaked with his own sweat. He turned, feet carving semicircles in the Preserve’s soft dirt. Whether he flared his eyes or not, nothing jumped out at him, no piles of shredded clothes, no signs of a struggle, no blood. Everything looked entirely as a forest should. His animals bristled in unison, not that he paid much mind to the coyote. Its chittering was always the same, driven by the taste of copper and a need to survive at all costs, neither of which were much use to him anymore. Theo shoved them back, pinching at the bridge of his nose. This was the last of Liam’s preferred spots that he could think of, and he had found nothing to suggest the wolf had been anywhere near here, or any of them, in at least a week. That in and of itself was nothing horrible. Any other day, he might be inclined to just guess that the little bastard was doing better, not needing to disappear from the weird pressures of being in a pack with people that cared. His fangs poked into his lips, the fresh tang of blood quickly coating his tongue and disappearing as the wound healed. Any other day. With a tamped down growl, he started forward, trudging through the undergrowth with all the tact of an enraged bull — much to his coyote’s very vocal displeasure.   Of all the times for Liam to play hooky, he had to choose the one-time Theo was actually getting some fucking sleep. His inner wolf huffed at him, annoyed at his annoyance, at which he rolled his own eyes. So, what if he had been Scott’s first call, post Mason? He shook off the little wave of pride rushed through his limbs. It meant nothing. The too-soft smirk on his face twisted into a loose scowl.

[fruchtfliege]

Thiam hannibal au 🫡🫡

🫡🫡 as you wish my liege (also im doing the scenes out of order so this snippet is technically before the last one i made (that one))

🎣 - thiam Hannibal!AU

“So no one noticed that the door wasn't touched by the fire? At all?” he asks quickly, his voice biting as he turns his back to the class to look at the picture shown on the projector screen. He points with a laser. “These are electrical burns. Anyone willing to try and explain how electrical burns got on the wood of the door and nowhere else?”

A few hands are timidly raised. 

“Lower your hands,” Liam barks without even looking at them. 

This is the first class of the semester and 23 people are attending.  It would be more since it’s a required elective but the rumors of how demanding Liam Dunbar is cut down the attendance by half every year. Good. Liam doesn't want lazy students wasting his time. Yet, there's that bloom of hope in the teacher’s chest. He tries to crush it semester after semester but he's still longing for one mind. Someone who will give him hope in the Bureau again. Quickly glancing around, Liam represses a sigh of disappointment. This class looks just like the 9 before. Uninspired. Nervous. Self-important. 

“Never expect the case to solve itself,” Professor Dunbar reminds them with a scoff stuck in his throat. He stares at them for a long while before turning his back again and looking at the gory picture. He frowns, thinking for a moment that it moved. He takes off his glasses and cleans them instead. “That's how you'll miss the mystery altogether. The real story.” He takes a moment to sigh, pensive. “Blinked before the credits and missed whole the point.”

Gazing at every detail of the picture large enough to be a mural in the quiet classroom, it takes a while before someone clearing their throat snaps Liam back to reality. He turns back towards his students. 

“I want a thousand words on your assessment of this crime scene for Friday. I do not want you to solve it, I want you to find every detail out of place. Every inconsistency. Don't think of piecing them together but rather about putting them all on the table before you try to make them fit. You're dismissed.”

Closing the projector, Liam’s eyes take a moment to adjust to the sudden dimness of the place and he pretends he cannot see the few students brave enough to wave at him. He gives them a tight smile that’s more directed at his desk than anything else. 

Before the agent fully walks into the light of the classroom, Liam can feel his presence. Looking at him from the corner of his eyes, Liam carefully watches the imposing silhouette leisurely making its way towards him. His jaw tenses when he finally recognizes the man. With a sigh, he realizes that ignoring him like an irritating fly won’t work. Liam looks up at Agent McCall, head of the FBI's behavioral unit, and gives him his best scowl. Tall and with broad shoulders, Agent McCall commands any room he walks into and yet he prefers to wear a kind smile, easing people into a sense of safety. Liam does not ease. 

“If you're looking for Bryant’s classroom, it's on the first floor,” Liam says harshly in hopes that the man will stop walking his way. “The large auditorium. You can't miss it.”

“I'm not here for Corey,” Agent McCall says, smiling at Liam's attitude. 

Trying his best to quickly put all of his things in his bag without looking like he's rushing, Liam looks around. They're alone and he can't help but feel backed into a corner. 

“If you came here because you think I can testify in court for you, you've been terribly ill-informed. Now, I'd like to go home. Good luck with-”

“It's about a case.”

Liam can't help a snort. “At Quantico? Who would've thought? Now, if you could get out, I need to lock the-”

“An open case.”

Liam freezes. It's been 5 years since anyone has let him touch the paper of a single open case. 5 years since they benched him without so much as a thank you. Teaching was an occasional fancy before. It's now a form of penance. 

“I need your expertise, Dunbar.”

Liam scoffs, looking around, waiting for people to show themselves and prove that this is a prank. 

“You're joking,” Liam says but his tone is telling McCall just how much he can go fuck himself.

“I'm not. I need you,” McCall says and his confusion seems genuine but Liam doesn't trust it. Who the hell would go to him for a case? If they think he doesn't know about the rumors everyone spreads as soon as his back is turned, they're all dead wrong. “Four families butchered by a team of two and no one on my team has a single clue what to do.” Scott shows him the thick file like an offering to a wary beast. “They're trying to make sense of it but the pieces don't fit. Or, at least, the ones they can see.” 

Liam stares at Scott with his back straight and defiance in his eyes but it doesn’t matter. His gaze inevitably drops to the file. All his best instincts are telling him to get his things and deny this agent the opportunity to make a fool of him again. He’s been holding to the last shards of his dignity with closed fists and he’s not about to let go for some man in a well-tailored suit whose calmness betrays his arrogance. Liam resents the fact that McCall would come here, baiting him like an alley cat with an empty can of tuna. 

And yet, he can’t help it, Liam takes the file.

...from this post...

[roleplayfinder]

Hi everyone!

I'm 27 years old, using she/her pronouns and I'm looking for a long term, lit RP partner over Discord. I have 10+ years experience in RP and it shows, as I'm mainly into old ships... My preferred ships are:

Spideypool (Peter Parker x Wade Wilson)

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale)

Thiam (Theo Raeken x Liam Dunbar)

I also have other old ships that I enjoy:

All variations of ships MxM including Stiles Stilinski

The Maze Runner ships (Newtmas, Minewt, Thominho, etc)

I have some starters but I'm also super open to brainstorm plots and come up with creative ideas together!

Don't hesitate to like this post and I'll reach out to you!!

.

[wolfboy88]

for the make me write thingy, can i ask for all of them?

Of course you can darling 💜

🪩 Go Go Dancer Theo

“Yo, Raeken. That was hot. Quite a show,” a barely clad hunk says sauntering into the back room moments after them and Liam can only assume is another dancer. “Is this your boy?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Theo grins in reply, the two bumping fists and Liam grits his teeth. He’s not jealous. He’s not.

Liam’s head tilts in question like his brow. “Your boy?”

“You heard me Dunbar,” Theo lilts, the cockiness returning to his facade.

“If that were true, I wouldn’t have had to spend months tracking you down,” Liam reiterates, arms folded across his chest.

“Aww, sweetheart I think you might be a tad obsessed,” Theo drawls, even though the very thought of Scott’s beta actively looking for him has his insides going all tingly and warm.

🐺 Don’t Blame Me Ch4

Liam continues to repeat the useless mantra, his heart racing, as he hurriedly occupies the elevator. Grateful for a moment of calm, he closes his eyes, hoping to regain control. However, upon reopening his eyes, he realises he’s alone. His claws still extended, Liam panics for a moment until he spots Theo lurking in the corner, arms folded over his chest, his trademark smirk causes Liam's stomach to flutter with nerves.

Feeling hot and suffocated, Liam's heart races, overwhelmed by both his untethered control and the very presence of Theo. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he snarls, struggling to contain his anger.

Theo, unfazed by Liam's hostility, moves closer, his fingers lazily carding through Liam's messy hair. "Well, well, well, look at you," he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. "Are you playing without me? Sweetheart, I’m hurt.”

“You’re the one playing without me!” Liam growls, his anger mounting, yet unable to resist the sensations that Theo's touch stirrs within him as the chimera snatches the bag he’s been holding.

"Hey! Give that back!" Liam shouts, unsure when Mason had entrusted him with the bag in the first place.

"Did you get me a gift?" Theo teases as he opens the bag, revealing the dead rat. "Oh, you shouldn't have," he says sarcastically, dropping it to the floor. “But for future reference, I prefer rabbit or deer.”

“I fucking hate you,” Liam sneers as the lie burns his tongue.

😱 Scream Sequel

"Stay with me, everything will be alright," Liam assures, running his fingers through Theo's hair. He gently kisses Theo's forehead and whispers, "You did really well, babe. The knife shouldn't have hit anything important, okay? We just need to focus on stopping the bleeding."

Theo wheezes, a bloody smile forming on his lips. "Looks like someone paid attention during anatomy lessons after all."

"What can I say? I have a hot tutor," Liam grins, before putting on a slightly hysterical act when Jordan returns.

🚬 Shotgunning Thiaac

“So Liam, who gives better head,” Isaac quips cheekily.

Liam chuckles, the playful banter adding a lightheartedness to the post-orgasmic haze. He looks at Isaac with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand gently caressing Isaac's cheek.

"Hmmm," Liam hums, his voice filled with mock seriousness. "I think we'll have to conduct a more thorough investigation to determine the answer to that question."

Theo, with a grin on his face, chimes in, "Oh, we definitely need a fair and unbiased assessment.”

There’s a pause before they all sing out in unison: “Scott!”

[raekensluver]

nsfw alphabet - liam dunbar

masterlist | main masterlist

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

liam’s a golden retriever in a werewolf’s body - clingy, warm, and all about making sure you’re okay. he’ll wrap around you after, kiss your shoulder, bring you water, and whisper soft apologies if he got too rough (even if you loved it).

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s obsessed with your thighs - loves how they squeeze around him, how soft they feel under his hands. on himself? probably his arms. he’s proud of the strength, especially when you cling to them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s messy. wants it deep, thick, hot. groans when he sees it dripping out of you. if it gets on you? even better. it makes him blush later, but in the moment, he’s feral about it.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s fantasized about you wearing his lacrosse jersey and nothing else. he thinks about it way more often than he admits.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s still learning, but very enthusiastic. he listens, adjusts, and tries to make every time better than the last. what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in eagerness.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary - but with your legs locked around his waist and his forehead pressed to yours. he wants closeness, eye contact, that overwhelming intimacy. he also secretly loves when you ride him, watching your body take control.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

yes, especially when he’s nervous. giggles, light teasing, soft “is this okay?” energy. but when he gets into it, he can be surprisingly focused.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

keeps it trimmed and neat. not overly groomed, just low-maintenance. he doesn’t care what you do with yours - loves it however it comes.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s big on soft touches and forehead kisses. even during rougher moments, he’s checking in - hand on your cheek, whispering your name.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

liam jacks off. a lot. he’s got a high drive and if you’re not around, he’s thinking of you. fast and rough, with a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning too loud.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise. needs to hear he’s doing good. loves hearing your voice when you fall apart for him. also has a thing for being guided - loves when you take charge and tell him exactly what to do.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom is best. but he’s been known to lose control on a couch, locker room, or even a forest clearing when the mood hits. he's impulsive, so wherever he can get you.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your scent. the way you say his name. touching his thigh under the table. seeing you wear something of his. anything remotely possessive? yeah, he’s on you.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he won’t degrade you. nothing humiliating, nothing that feels mean. he can play rough, but he’s soft at his core.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

gives with heart and soul. he wants to ruin you with his mouth. loves when you sit on his face, begs for it even. receiving? he loves it but gets flustered every time.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

starts slow and sweet but builds fast. especially if you’re responsive- he feeds off your reactions. can get rough if you ask, but always with care.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

surprisingly into them. especially when you’re in public or sneaking around. he thinks it’s hot when you’re just as desperate as he is.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s not reckless, but he’s definitely game to try new things. as long as you’re safe and into it, he’s curious and up for experimenting.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

werewolf stamina means he can go multiple rounds. sometimes doesn’t even realize he’s overdoing it until you’re shaking under him and tapping out.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t own any yet, but he’s open-minded. especially if you bring it up. he’s more into using his hands and mouth, but curious about whatever makes you feel good.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

not too much of a tease - he doesn’t have the patience. but if you tease him, he gets pouty and needy, and it turns him on more than he wants to admit.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s vocal. soft moans, gasps, groans. whispers your name a lot. gets louder when he’s close or when you praise him.

w = wild card  (a random headcanon for the character)

he once came in his pants because you kissed his neck and told him he was pretty. he’ll deny it, but he secretly loved how wrecked he got just from you.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

above average, thick and smooth, with a slight upward curve. it hits just right when he grinds into you. he’s very aware of how good it feels - especially when you’re the one riding.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high. he’s young, supernatural, and hopelessly in love with you. if you let him, he’d be all over you 24/7.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he knocks out after sex, usually curled around you like a warm, sleepy blanket. soft snores, lazy kisses, totally blissed out.

[bitchofdarkness]

Hi! I saw your post about offering some things on a friend's account and would love to throw my hat into the ring if you're okay having it!

Since you said Teen Wolf is one of your preferred fandoms, I would like to ask for one of them.

Her name is Marlow Stilinski (fc is Jenny Boyd) and her love interest is Liam Dunbar. Marlow is a turned werecoyote who spends most of the first seasons being relegated to research and not allowed to be an active member of the pack. Her best friend's are Mason Hewitt and Riley Stevens-Parrish (fc Danielle Rose Russell).

Maybe in a scrapbooking kind of vibe and with an icy kind of blue color scheme (or yellow, which ever one you think looks better).

Here is the link to her Pinterest and here is the link to her story on Wattpad (the first part anyway).

Thank you very much and have a great rest of your day! <3

Hey! 😊

Tut mir leid dass das so lange gedauert hat. Musste ein wenig Energie sammeln bevor ich kreativ sein konnte. Ich hoffe das mood board, banner und divider Set treffen deinen Geschmack. Falls nicht, lass es mich bitte wissen, dann kann ich es sicher noch ändern. Für ein paar der Bilder hab ich Photoshop genutzt und werde sie dir unter dem cut zur Verfügung stellen, falls du sie nutzen möchtest.

Liebe Grüße 💕

[loganwritesprobably]

Fanfic Request Guidelines

This post will be updated/revamped as needed, latest update 26/06/25

AO3 | Fanfic Masterlist | Fic Trades Guide

Currently requests are: Open

Contents:

Welcome - Things that you're welcome to request

Dos & Don'ts - Some details on what you should/shouldn't do when requesting things from me

Characters - Characters I'm most happy to write if you're requesting reader insert content

Welcome

(* indicate things that I am less likely to do, but you're still welcome to request. If you'd like to know more/ask a question before requesting then fire me a DM or an ask)

CC/CC, CC/Reader

One Piece, Teen Wolf, MCU, Criminal Minds, Gotham*, BBC Sherlock, Merlin*, FNAF*

M/M, M/F, F/F*, M/ENBY, F/ENBY, ENBY/ENBY

SFW, NSFW

AUs! Including omegaverse

Angst, fluff, hurt/no comfort, smut

Drabbles, oneshots, headcanons

Poly ships!!!

If you're a mutual, you're welcome to ask about OC/CC content!

Dos

At minimum a request should include the pairing, with gender specifications if you want reader insert, and whether you want something SFW or NSFW

Include some extra details for me to use to guide myself! Include a prompt or a specific AU or details on the reader

Include songs/playlists! You don't have to by any means, but if a song or series of songs has inspired you, add that link, it'll help me write

Ask OFF anon - I will still take anon requests but if you don't ask on anon, I can DM you if I have any follow up questions

Be patient - I am a human being with a life, and even then some requests will simply take longer than others depending on inspiration and such

Request fic swaps! I love this sort of thing, and I'm happy to do them

Don'ts

Don't request nsfw fics that include minors

Don't request a specific word count - I can't make any promises of length and writing with a word specification/limit is irritating, and I am likely to refuse in this situation

Don't request the following kinks: scat, non-con, medical play, sounding, vore, necrophilia, adult x minor, incest - anything in that realm. If you have questions about a kink that isn't listed here, but you know is taboo or would usually be refused, ask

Don't randomly request fandoms you've never seen mentioned on my blog. You can ASK about fandoms, but please don't randomly dump a request for a fandom I've never heard of in my inbox

Remember: I reserve the right to not complete a request for any reason with no explanation

Characters

Characters who aren't listed here can still be requested, I just can't guarantee quality as they're likely characters I'm less familiar with/haven't written before

I'm always happy to get experience with something new and expand what I can offer, I just prefer to be up front that they may be OOC

One Piece

Portgas D. Ace,

Trafalgar Law,

Vinsmoke Sanji,

Rorona Zoro,

Sabo,

Shanks,

Buggy,

Crocodile,

Dracule Mihawk,

Benn Beckman,

Smoker,

Hongo,

Donquixote Doflamingo,

Monkey D. Dragon,

Vinsmoke Niji,

Nico Robin,

Vinsmoke Reiju,

Nami

Teen Wolf

Peter Hale,

Chris Argent,

Deucalion,

Derek Hale,

Stiles Stilinski,

Scott McCall,

Theo Raeken,

Liam Dunbar,

Malia Tate,

Lydia Martin,

Isaac Lahey,

Erica Reyes,

Noah Stilinski,

Jordan Parrish,

Kira Yukimura,

Cora Hale,

Laura Hale

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid,

Aaron Hotchner

MCU

Tony Stark,

Steve Rogers,

Loki Laufeyson,

Stephen Strange,

Bucky Barnes,

Clint Barton,

Peter Parker (Tom),

Druig

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes,

Mycroft Holmes,

John Watson,

James Moriarty

Gotham

Note: I do not write for other DC properties

Edward Nygma,

Oswald Cobblepot,

Jerome Valeska,

Jim Gordon,

Bruce Wayne,

Alfred Pennyworth

FNAF

Sundrop,

Moondrop,

Montgomery Gator,

Roxanne Wolf,

Henry Emily,

Michael Afton

Merlin

Merlin,

Arthur,

Gwaine,

Morgana

[fxfroleplayfinder]

🏹 hey! 20+ looking for someone 18+ to rp teen wolf with on discord. will double if needed. prefer to use a 1x1 server with tupper. 

oc x oc, oc x cc are what i am mostly looking for but i can do cc x cc with some conversation

i enjoy working through plots and figuring out what works best for both myself and my partner so be open to conversation regarding plot. i am not a big smut writer so any inclusion will probably be very minimal.

characters below are ones i am looking to play against but also can play for you.

allison argent

scott mccall

stiles stilinski

derek hale

erica reyes

isaac lahey

liam dunbar

theo raeken

malia tate

leave a like and anon will reach out ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )

[findroleplay]

🏹 hey! 20+ looking for someone 18+ to rp teen wolf with on discord. will double if needed. prefer to use a 1x1 server with tupper. 

oc x oc, oc x cc are what i am mostly looking for but i can do cc x cc with some conversation

i enjoy working through plots and figuring out what works best for both myself and my partner so be open to conversation regarding plot. i am not a big smut writer so any inclusion will probably be very minimal.

characters below are ones i am looking to play against but also can play for you.

allison argent

scott mccall

stiles stilinski

derek hale

erica reyes

isaac lahey

liam dunbar

theo raeken

malia tate

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