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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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seven~scott mccall x isaac lahey

Ship: scisaac

Genre: major angst

Warnings: Character Death, Child Abuse, Violence

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Scott sat down in the swivel chair by his desk, his pen to the paper, and watched as the blue hue spread into a small circle on the page, yet no words were written. Scott didn’t have them. He wanted to write about the color blue, the ocean, how deep and mysterious it was, and the beauty of swimming in it until you were lost and struggling to find your way back. He wanted to write about melodies that soared through the air and took you to safety and happiness. Thoughts of true love flooded his mind, the way it makes you feel alive and real. Like you're invincible, and nothing could ever hurt you. He threw the pen onto the desk and placed his head in his hands, tears welling into his eyes in frustration. Then he felt a gentle hand on his back, causing him to flinch away.

“Scott come on, your mom is downstairs waiting on us. We have to leave man,” Stiles said softly and helped his best friend up from the chair, frowning seeing the state of him.

Scott didn’t reply as he made his way to the car. He ignored the pitiful looks he got as he sat in the backseat. He looked down and on the floorboard he saw a balled up hoodie with Lahey 14 printed in vinyl on the back. He scooped it up from the floor and cradled it in his arms. He laid his head on the window, soft tears fell down his face as he closed his eyes and got lost in his thoughts.

The look on Isaac’s face was ingrained into Scott’s mind when he suggested he should run away and move in with him. The soft shock and almost terror sent chills through Scott’s spine. However, Scott felt he had no other choice. The bruises never stopped, the whimpering and wincing at each little touch didn’t stop and Scott couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his boyfriend to be safe and so they planned it out, they would leave three nights from then. During the week Isaac would inconspicuously take all of the things he loved and wanted to keep out of the house and move it into Scott’s. The plan was flawless.

Two days before Isaac was said to move in completely and Scott hadn’t seen Isaac at all. He let his thoughts get the best of him and shot him a text. He was trying to limit the amount of messages they sent each other or how often they talked in the halls of the school. The worry however, was too much for Scott to bear, especially when the situation was so delicate.

[ Hey, checking in. I haven’t seen you all day and I am worried about you < 3 ] he sent with his bottom lip tucked into his teeth and the phone hidden slightly under the desk.

[I’m okay darling, just a bit under the weather today. The plan is still a go I promise < 3 I love you]

Scott read over the message and smiled to himself. He should have known there was nothing to worry about.

The day had come and Isaac still hadn’t been at school. The worry came back despite the constant texts he received from his boyfriend. The ticking of the clock seemed neverending as he waited for class to end. When the shrill bell rang he exited class and walked down the dreary hallway, rain was never a good thing in Beacon Hills, it made the atmosphere of the entire town eerie and sad. He checked the time and for any new messages from Isaac. He glanced toward Coach Lahey’s office and saw the lights off which was unusual for this time of day, the pool was indoors and it made sense for practice to still be on despite the rain. Being the nosey boy he was, he approached the office and peeked inside, it appeared as if no one had been in it all day and his blood ran ice cold.

Scott arrived at the Lahey household, the rain pelted against the window of his car. The rough pelting of the rain on his car only made his anxiety increase, his foot pressed the pedal harder as he sped to the Lahey residence. The street lamps passed in a blur as the dark clouds loomed overhead. He almost missed the house due to how fast he was going, he slammed his foot onto the brakes skidding into the driveway as he shoved the gear shift into park. He slung the door open, not bothering to shut the door or even take the keys from the ignition.

He sprinted to the door banging on it, “Isaac!” He screamed and banged harder, “Isaac, baby, open the door! Come on let me in!” he begged and knocked, despite hearing movement in the house no one came to answer the door, “come on Isaac!” he couldn’t take not knowing where his partner was or if he was okay. He kicked right above the door handle and under the dead bolt watching as the door kicked in.

His eyes were locked on the mess, if Scott wasn’t the forced entry it would have looked like a robbery took place. Each step he took made the floor attempt to whisper a silenced secret, he thought of what the walls would tell him if they could talk. The tragedies they could write would outdo anything Shakespeare ever did. He rounded a corner and saw a large dent in the wall, it looked as if something was slammed into over and over again. As he crept through the house, kicking something, hearing a clink, he looked down and saw broken glass scattered on the floor, a small puddle of blood with it. Then he heard it, a loud groan from the tired floorboards and looked up. That was when he saw him, a grotesque looking man, with dark beady eyes and an animalistic smile. He looked like a boogeyman of sorts, and for Isaac he always had been.

“If you're looking for Isaac you best be going,” the man smirked, “the brat is long gone. This is your fault, should have just left him alone.” he let out a laugh.

“What did you do to him? You sick son of a bitch! Where is he?” Scott growled at the man. Rage coursed through his veins as he stared at the monster in front of him. This creature had caused Isaac so much pain and had never once had to face a consequence for it. That ended today.

Scott lunged at the man causing him to stumble back into the table. Scott’s vision blurred as his fist drew blood from the man’s face. He couldn’t stop himself. With each punch his anger didn’t seize. He shoved him to the ground, the adrenaline fueling his strength and he landed harsh bone cracking kicks to the man's side.

“Isaac came downstairs!” he called out assuming his boyfriend was hiding in his room, the feeling of the things hands clawing trying to force itself free from his violent clutches did nothing. He glared down into the man's eyes. He rammed his shoe into the other’s chin and watched as his eyes went closed effectively knocking him out. He glanced at the stairs and ran up them into Isaac’s room, it was almost empty. The one thing left was a shattered picture frame of a blonde woman and a four year old Isaac. Scott frowned not seeing Isaac though.

He sprinted back down the steps and looked around before he saw a door he could have sworn was a portal to hell, he glanced back making sure the monster was still knocked out. He made his way down the steps and saw a deep freezer with a padlock chain on it and the fear set in, he knew where his boyfriend was. Scott ripped the chain lock off the freezer and opened the lid, the top had his name scratched into it alongside it desparte claw marks aching to be let out. He scooped the blonde boy from the freezer, his heartbeat was vacant and Scott screamed. The anguished cries rang down the street as he held Isaac’s body close to his chest placing isaac’s hand over his chest begging for five more minutes as he looked at the other’s fingertips. The blood under his nails was long dried and the soft purple that stained his lips had properly set in. Dark black and blue bruises were littered over his skin and the mark on his back showed what had been thrown into the living room wall repeatedly. The fear in the other’s ocean blue eyes was still evident behind the peace it seemed death had brought them, Scott gently closed his lovers eyes.

“I should have been here faster, I love you Isaac. I love you so much” he whispered softly and buried his face in the other’s soft blonde curls. Tears dripped onto Isaac’s pale cold skin. He held him closer to his chest refusing to move. Why should he move? Isaac was never going to move again, Scott could spare 10 minutes of the rest of his lifetime to just hold Isaac in a gentle way.

Scott felt a hand on his back and it forced him to flinch away, he looked up seeing Stiles, his best friend. The thoughts ran through his head. How could he not get there faster? How could he have let it get this bad? He should have saved him, that was his thing he saved people. And the one person he needed to save the most he couldn’t.

“Scott, you have to set him down. My dad will be down here in a little bit, this is being treated as a homicide.” Stiles said, “you're lucky you didn’t kill his dad or else you would be in the back of that cop car not him.”

“He was supposed to move in with me tonight, Stiles. Almost all of his stuff is at my house,” Scott whispered and refused to let his lover go, he couldn't. “Now what am I supposed to do, Stiles? I was supposed to save him!” Scott growled looking up at Stiles.

Stiles sat next to Scott and looked at him “come stay with me for a few nights. Being around his things isn’t good for you right now.” Stiles said and tried to convince the boy, “I can call your mom. I'm sure she won't mind. Just don't let yourself be alone with the thoughts.” he begged his best friend and slowly helped him lay Isaac on the basement floor. He tugged Scott off the floor and helped him up the stairs.

Scott watched the trees pass by as they made their way to the funeral. He thought of the late night phone call they got from the coroner, Isaac died two days before Scott showed up. He kept replaying the text messages in his head. They sounded like Isaac. But that’s the thing with psychopaths, they're good liars. Scott wished he could have noticed a difference in the text, one little thing to show that he was texting the devilish man rather than his lover. But he couldn’t other than the solid timeline from the coroner he would have still thought he texted Isaac those two days. He wanted Isaac back so bad, he wanted to hold the other male in his arms, run his fingers through the soft curls. He wanted to hear Isaac’s gentle whines about Scott messing up his hair but never once stopping him. He just wanted Isaac back. Instead he was left with memories. Memories of the sweetest boy to ever grace the earth.

Scott thought of the eulogy he didn’t write. He was supposed to give it in less than five minutes. Stiles wrote him one to speak if he couldn’t write it, and it was placed in Scott’s suit jacket pocket. If Scott would have been in the right state of mind he would have thanked Stiles, hugged his best friend tight and never let go. But he was distant, he barely ate, barely slept or left his room. He hadn’t been to school since the incident. He just stayed in bed Isaac’s favorite scarf held close to his face as he took in the now fading smell of his partner.

They arrived at the funeral and looks of pity followed Scott’s footsteps. It was the smallest funeral ever held in Beacon Hills and it pissed Scott off. Isaac deserved something, he deserved more than the nine people who showed up. He remembered the first funeral he ever went to, it was his mom’s friend. He watched as a woman went up in from the crowd, tears in her eyes barely able to speak a single word through her sobs. He remembered thinking ‘It can't be that hard, no one could be that sad.’ and it’s so easy to think that when you're seven years old. He suddenly understood that woman at seventeen, as he made his way up in front of the small group of people who showed up for his boyfriend.

He placed a shaky hand on the coffin in front of him and looked over the lavender flowers on top, they represented calmness and he hoped that is what Isaac had now. He let out a choked sob and shook his head, he couldn’t do this. His knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the ground. He wanted to beg, he wanted to join Isaac. He felt someone crouch down and arms wrap around his body, he glanced back expecting his mother from the way he was being held but it was Stiles. He turned around hugging Stiles. Sobbing into his best friend’s chest. Stiles didn’t pull him back to his chair in the very small crowd. He let his best friend cry into his chest.

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry Scott. You're allowed to feel sad and angry. Let it go,”he whispered and placed his chin on top of Scott’s head as he held him. They had nowhere to be and the people in the crowd would wait until Scott was okay, even if they had to sit there forever.

“I miss him Stiles and he’s barely been gone a week,” Scott sobbed out “how am i supposed to do the rest of my life without him?” He asked sadly and clung tighter to the boy. “I was supposed to love him for eternity.” he sniffled.

“And you will Scott, nothing will stop the love you feel for him. It will never end. You may not believe in soulmates but I do Scott, and he was yours. However much like the sad playwrights and poets say, fate is a cruel mistress. But you can’t give her that much power. Let Isaac live on through you Scott. It’s what he what have wanted, and that is cheesy bullshit and what you're supposed to say but it's true. “ he said and pulled his best friend up from the ground, “now, get your ass on front of this crowd and deliver the best goddamn eulogy they have ever heard.” He said and patted his shoulder, “and I will stand by your side the entire time. I will always stand by you Scott.” he promised.

With Stiles by his side, he cleared his throat, “I was supposed to pre-prepare something, and I couldn’t. I don’t know how to write about Isaac in the past tense because he was supposed to be my future. And I suppose if you believe in the afterlife, he might still be. But right now, I want him to be the present. And I want to stand up here and tell you all the beautiful things about him and his life. But to be honest, his life was a nightmare. But I don’t want to dwell on that. Isaac Lahey is the definition of beautiful in my book. He is so sweet inside and out and never would never wish harm upon anyone. He likes scarves and overplayed ABBA songs. The night he asked me out, we were listening to Honey Honey. And he laughed softly; it was the prettiest sound I have ever heard. He told me he loved me before he asked me out. I think that describes him well. He loves to jump headfirst into things. I love him, and I will love him forever. Until my heart stops beating, and I will think of him every time I hear the disco tones of ABBA, even if I will forever argue with him that the Mama Mia Soundtrack is better." Scott let out a small laugh and glanced at his best friend, “he will always be my forever. Even if he isn’t here I won’t let him die. “ he promised the small crowd and walked to his seat with Stiles, who kept a grounding hand on his arms the whole time.

#isaac lahey #scott mccall #isaac lahey x scott mccall #scisaac #scott and stiles #scott and isaac #sad #sciles #teen wolf #character death #angst #idk how to tags still #there might be typos

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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Thirteen years

You would never consider Spencer Reid, a “normal kid��. He was always different. He was exceptionally smart, with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. This led to him graduating high school at 12 and then for college, finishing his undergraduate degree at 16 and receiving his first doctorate in Mathematics the following year. Then between the ages of 17 and 21, he gets his doctorate in both chemistry and engineering, along with his bachelor’s in psychology and sociology.

Throughout all of this, spencer always had Ethan Coiro. Ethan is a year older than spencer. People knew the two boys as friends or rivals; some knew them as both. And for a long time, that was the truth, but when spencer was 16 and Ethan 17…something changed. They went from friends to lovers…boyfriends. They planned on going into the FBIi together, but on the first day, Ethan backed out and ended up moving not long after. That was the end of their relationship, the romantic one at least. But he was immediately excepted by the team, especially Derek Morgan.

Over the years, he had gotten close with the team, and he loved all of them like family, except the love for Derek, was different. He didn’t love him like a friend or family, he loved him as he had once loved Ethan, and that scared Spencer more than anything. It scared him because he saw the way Morgan was with women. It was evident that he was straight, and Reid knew that, but god, was it easy to fall for all of his charms, especially when the older man would call him pretty boy. Spencer assumed it was some stupid crush and that it would eventually go away, but it never really did. It was hard for it to when he saw the man every day, and they had gone through so much together, both good and bad. Spencer always had Derek, and Derek always had him. He remembered how Derek was there for him when Gidien left, when he was dealing with his addiction, when things went down with his dad, and so much more. But he remembered being there for Derek too, when Derek had faced his childhood molester when he finally found his cousin, and even when he found out that…he was going to be a father. He loved the good memories too. The pranks, the talks, the dinners, the baseball game, and so many more. He loved every bit. Every bit but Derek leaving, even if Spencer knew that he had to.

But it was almost a year ago that Derek Morgan left the bau, and now spencer was sitting in the man's kitchen holding baby Hank Morgan and talking to Savanah as they waited for morgan to return home. “Hey babe, I’m home,” Derek says as he opens the door and walks into the kitchen but stops at what he sees. His wife and his best friend sitting in the kitchen talking with his baby boy. “Hey pretty boy what are you doing here?” he asks without a care in the world and his voice sweet.

“Hey I was just stopping by to see how y’all are doing and hank has grown so much” Spencer responds but looks away when the other two kiss eachother. “Though it seems that you three are doing good so I should get going.” he says as he got up from the chair with Hank in his arms. When morgan turned back to him “really so soon?” he asks as he takes Hank from spencer and handed him to Savanah.

Spencer just smiled at this “Morgan i have been here for over an hour I really do have to go” He replied with a smile. Morgan sighed “ok well we do need to hang out here soon.” Spencer hugged them goodbye before walking out the door.

Reid stops once outside and looked in through the window where he sees the three of them as Savanah starts on dinner while Derek kisses Hank before putting him in the high chair and going up behind his wife kissing her neck and cheek.

Spencer now had tears streaming down his face as he finally made it two his car. He drove about two blocks down and parked. It only took a minute, and he completely broke down. His heartbeat picked up, eyes became red and puffy as tears continued to pour down his face. His breathing wasn’t even normal anymore. The man he has loved for 13 years is happy even if it wasn’t with him. Spencer was Happy for Derek, but that didn’t stop him from crying in his car for an hour till he fell asleep. The next day he would have to go back to work and act like it was ok and …. He didn’t know if he could. But that is for tomorrow

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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Hey look it’s these guys again

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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"Finally caught ya', legs..."

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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For the ship ask game, this is kinda random but I’m curious…

Evan and Jared from Dear Evan Hansen

So, do I ship it: HELL YEAH!!!! Honestly I consider it the most canon ship out of all of them and I fully believe it to be end game in the musical, book, and movie.

Favorite thing about them: the part in the book that Evan says that Jared is "his dick". Just- *chef kiss*

Unpopular opinion: well... ig that it's better than treebros? Idk if that IS an unpopular opinion, but it IS an opinion I have so yeah...

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anonymous--weirdo · 2 years ago

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i really dont like when you dont listen

Show: Teen Wolf

Rating: EXPLICIT

Ship: Thiam

Dominant Liam Dunbar

______________________________________________________________ Theodore Raeken hated pack meetings. Everyone had long gotten over their fear of Theo. They trusted him to an extent. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that every single pack meeting made Liam ignore him the entire time. If there was one thing Theo hated more than pack meetings, it was being ignored by Liam. He was ignored most of his childhood; it made sense he yearned for attention. Theo reached for Liam’s hand under the table and was happy when the other held it back. A soft smile flashed upon his face. The only thoughts in his mind were Liam, not the hunters coming in from out of town, not the fact they needed to be on guard just in case they ended up being untrustworthy. Only Liam Dunbar, he thought of Liam’s eyes, the soft baby blue that made his mind go static, especially when Liam gave him puppy dog eyes; the thoughts wandered to his smile, well not even his smile but his lips in general, he thought of the way they melted against him, how beautiful they were bruised and swollen from making out, thought of the way a soft Theo would escape when he wanted to take things further. He got so lost in thought he had almost forgotten he was at Derek’s stupid loft sitting around his kitchen table.

“Theodore!” Liam hugged and slapped his shoulder, this snapped Theo at of his blissful thinking. He knew when Liam said his full first name he was in trouble. He looked around the table at everyone else and then at Liam.

“Do not Theodore me! I didn't do anything wrong!” He grumbled out at his lover. He already did not want to be here in the first place. The least they could do was let him daydream in peace.

“You weren’t listening, were you?”Stiles rolled his eyes, Stiles was still a bit on guard to Theo and rightfully so.

“I will punch you,” Theo said grumpily and crossing his arms, “can someone tell me exactly what I missed that has Stiles and Liam’s panties in a twist. It’s not like I was a willing or active participant in this conversation! You all were talking I was minding my own-” “Theo, we were trying to ask you if you wanted to come patrolling with me tonight to make sure nothing was going on drawing the hunters to beacon hills.” Liam said, taking a deep breath.

“That is a stupid question, Why would you even ask that? Why is it even important right now? Why is any of this even important right now? We could handle this when something actually goes wrong or a threat is posed but you all would rather sit around and chit chat about something that isn't even happe-”

“Truck, now.” Liam said glaring over at Theo.

“No! And will you stop cutting me off? It’s really starting to pi-”

“I said truck, now Theodore!” Liam said in a tone that made Theo shut the fuck up instantly. Theo knew what that tone meant, he needed to get his ass in the truck. But something else creeped up inside him, a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

“No!” he said again, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at Liam, “And don't you dare cut me off again you know I hate that shit.”

“Theo, you have exactly 3 seconds to get in the truck. One-” Liam started

“Ooooooo Theo got in trouble!” Stile’s teased him. This genuinely bothered Theo, it was cute when Liam did it but the second Stiles did it it made him grumpy.

“I'm going because I don't wanna deal with that,” he pointed to Stiles (which earned him an angry yet amused glare from Derek). He stood from his seat and went to the truck his keys left on the table.

“We will go patrolling tonight,” Liam said with a scarily sweet smile dancing upon his lips, “I am also sorry for his behavior. I’m gonna handle that.” He said, grabbing the keys from the marble table top.

The sentence made Stiles cringe, “Ew dude, I can smell the lust from here and I’m not even a wolf.”

The statement simply made Liam roll his eyes as he left heading out to the truck. Theo stood outside the passenger door waiting for Liam to come out. He smiled when he saw his lover, it wasn’t the smile of someone who had just acted like an asshole in front of everyone. It was the smile of someone who was genuinely happy to see their lover.

“Hello baby wolf.” He said amusement laced through his sweet and silky voice. Despite the tone that escaped his lips his partner did not look amused. “Look i-” he was cut off by Liam’s lips on his, it wasn’t a soft kiss by any means. It was rough and it was powerful. Theo stabilized himself on the truck as he held onto Liam’s sides. “Mmm not that I don’t mind this side of you baby wolf but may I ask what warranted this sudden display of affection?” He smirked and bit his lip.

“Get your ass in the truck, now.” was all Liam said before going to the driver side. Liam had gotten his license (finally) and they were trying to help Theo give up control, it had become very helpful for them and it saved Theo the hassle of driving when he really didn’t want to drive.

Once both were inside the truck Theo reached over for Liam’s hand, the other held it tenderly. There was one thing Theo and Liam never messed with and it was the car routine, their playlist played through the radio and they had to hold hands. No fight or anything could disrupt this, it kept Liam’s road rage intact and it helped with Theo’s passenger anxiety.

Theo listened to the radio as soft songs played through the stereo system. He kissed Liam’s knuckles when a car cut him off. His partner was already a bit, he wouldn’t say angry or mad, Liam didn’t get genuinely mad at Theo, annoyed was more the word he was looking for. He didn’t want that annoyance to turn into anger and them both get killed in an accident, or worse, Liam get hurt. He knew the other would heal but he still didn't like the idea of Liam hurting. He watched the lights change as they pulled into Liam’s driveway. Theo moved in a few weeks into their relationship after Liam found out about him living out of his truck. Once the truck was parked and cut off they exited and entered the house.

“I want you upstairs in my room, now Theodore. You wanted my attention, you're going to get it. Somebody is about to get a lesson in listening.” Liam growled. Theo was taken aback, he had never seen this side of Liam before. It was…hot. It was so hot Theo almost believed a god had crafted him. Despite his attraction to this new Liam he couldn’t help but be a shit, “No, I don’t think I will. Maybe I’ll go sit on the couch.” he smirked as he watched his partner's eyes darken. He genuinely shivered softly.

“Oh darling, it’s funny you think you have any say in this. Upstairs now,” Liam said with a dark chuckle. Chills went straight down Theo’s spine and he listened. He practically sprinted up the wooden steps to Liam’s room. Liam followed behind with a sweeter giggle that made Theo melt inside.

Once inside the room Liam pinned Theo to the now closed and locked door. Liam kissed his lover passionately, it was rough and violent. Theo adored every second of it. Usually kisses like this were initiated by Theo and usually after Liam scored a winning goal in lacrosse, which had been happening a lot since he made the deal with him. Liam took Theo’s bottom lip between his teeth gently and ran his hands up his shirts lightly dragging his nails down his chest.

“Take this off and go sit on the bed while I decide what I want to do with you,” Liam commanded. Theo thought he had seen every single part of Liam. Dominant Liam had never surfaced and Theo genuinely thought Liam was a submissive brat at all times. Theo nodded and stripped his shirt off, throwing it into the clothes hamper, Liam hated dirty clothes on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed looking up at Liam who’s eyes had gained a new sparkle, normally this would make Theo smile and kiss the corners of his mouth and then his lips softly, but this sparkle was different. It meant something bad was coming to Theo and boy was he excited, he was sure the growing tent in his jeans was giving that away.

Liam smirked at his partner before walking teasingly slowly to his dresser. He opened the top drawer, Liam had one tie, from some stupid middle school dance he didn't even want to attend, but in the moment he had never been happier for the damn thing.

“You see Theo, pretty boys who listen get to touch themselves. However, pretty boys who are mean and dont listen don't get to feel that sweet relief.” he smirked softly. Liam made his way over to Theo and pressed him down by his chest, so he was flat on his back. He looped the tie around the headboard and then around Theo’s wrist. When he was sure Theo couldnt move he kissed the other deeply, hsi hands trailing up and down the chimeras sides. He knew Theo’s kinks and limits, he ran his nails gently down his sides, he knew it was agonizing for the other. Theo would rather Liam draw blood than be gentle. Everytime they made, ‘congrats you won the game’ love Theo would end up with deep red scratch marks down his back that Liam would kiss softly and The would gloat about.

“Li-Liam, come on, don't be a little shit,” Theo huffed out looking down at his partner's face kissing him roughly again. Theo happily kissed back, though he craved Liam’s touch. The gentle nail marks were not cutting it, he needed more.

“I really suggest you be good for me Theodore,” Theo suddenly loved his first name. It was the best sound in the entire universe and he wanted it played over and over again like his favorite song.

“Mm no sir, I don't think I will. You see you may have this act like you have the power. But you are all bark and no bite baby wolf,” Theo teased him. From an outside perspective this may have seemed like a very very bad idea. But in Theo’s eyes it was a brilliant plan.

Liam didn't justify that comment with a response. He kissed down Theos neck covering it in love bites, drinking in each and every whimper, each soft noise of pleasure flooding his brains with endorphins. Being noisy was usually what Liam did. They had gotten complaints multiple times by the other members of the house because of Liam’s noisiness. So to hear Theo making them was electrifying.

He kept the kisses trailing along his hip bones and back up his chest, he knew this was hell for Theo. The other was understimulated and that was exactly what Liam wanted. He undid Theo’s belt slowly looking up into his hazel eyes. He tossed the belt to the dresser and Theo's jeans somewhere in the room. That was what ultimately made Theo realize he had no idea what he was in store for. Liam was the romantic partner to make you neatly fold your clothes before hed let you fuck him so the fact his boxer and jeans were discarded on the floor meant regular Liam was gone and this new side was here to stay.

It took Theo way too long to realize he was the only one naked. Liam was fully clothed. “Hey! That is not fair, you are gawking at my body, why are you still clothed?” he huffed out at the other. He tugged the restraints before stopping, he didn't want to accidentally break free. He was enjoying this more than he would ever admit.

Liam smirked “oh, does Theo want to see my body?” He said in a teasing tone, “well I wanted you to listen at today’s meeting. Lives could be at stake Theodore,” he said, the name making him shiver and grow harder, “I knew you loved that name” he chuckled deeply.

“It’s hard to hate it when you keep saying it like you're going to pounce on me at any moment.” Theo smirked at him, he almost hoped that was exactly what Liam planned to do, but something told him that was the exact opposite of what was going to happen to him.

“Oh no darling, I have more class than that.” He said stroking Theo’s member slowly maintaining perfect eye contact, and Theo had never loved the color blue more. A soft moan escaped his lips as relief washed over him, though it was quickly ripped away. Liam ran his hands down Theo’s thighs slowly, teasing him. “Beg for it Theodore. I want you to beg for me to touch you, I want you to beg me to feel pleasure.”

The words alone almost made the other cum. He blushed bright red, he had never begged a day in his life. “And if I don't?” Theo asked, raising a brow.

“I will let you lay here, hard, needy, and get myself off. Force you to watch me, but never one will touch you, and you clearly don't touch yourself.” Liam smirked. “That’s your big punishment if you continue to not listen, your lesser punishment isn’t anything you can't handle,” he said and stroked him once more, but it was a ghost-like touch. He pulled a hand away and gave a gentle smile, “this is okay right? You're still comfortable?”

Theo smiled sweetly at the other, Liam was too perfect for his own good. “Yes darling I am still okay. I will tell you if I'm not. You know that.” He promised him and pursed his lips for a kiss which he received.

“Now beg,” he demanded. The stark contrast between sweet boyfriend Liam and this dominant Liam was something that made Theo’s brain go static, it was as if something in his mind snapped.

He felt himself growing painfully harder and bit his lip, “Please Liam, please touch me. I need you to touch me so badly.” He begged softly, “Please.” The last please was so openly vulnerable. Liam smiled and stripped down, throwing his clothes to an unknown whereabouts. Hovered over theo’s face.

“I will make you feel so beautiful Theodore,” he whispered before kissing him roughly. While he did want Theo to learn a lesson he wanted Theo to feel pretty, he wanted Theo to know he was the only person Liam ever needed in this sense. He began to stroke Theo at a painfully slow but even pace as he roughly kissed the other. He smirked into it feeling the vibrations of the others moans against his lips. He would occasionally speed up and slow down, increasing and decreasing pressure. Theo knew Liam was good at this part, handjobs were not uncommon for the pair, most of the time happening in the truck, once in Scott’s room, and twice in Derek’s bathroom. However with the new dominance it was so much more than usual, he was feeling things at ten thousand times the power he usually did.

“Mm fuck Liam, oh god.” he mumbled softly, his hips bucking up against the others hand.

“No,” he said and roughly held Theo’s hips down with one hand, he knew the press was going to leave a bruise and he knew Theo would love it. He liked being marked up, it was one of his biggest turn ons as Liam learned over the months. Liam edged him closer and closed and then pulled his hand back.

“Hey!” Theo huffed out and looked up into Liam’s eyes, “that was not fair!” He muttered out.

Liam smirked “awwe, well good boys get to cum the first time, sadly Theodore you've been a very very bad boy today,” Liam growled in his ear.

“Do that again and its instantaneous baby wolf,” he chuckled back softly, he still had some of his wit despite his incredibly submissive state.

Liam rolled his eyes and pulled away from his lover, he dug through his bedside drawer and pulled out a lube. He slicked up two fingers, “are you still okay?” He asked gently, he wanted to make sure.

“Mm id be less okay if you didn't do this,” he smiled at him, “I love you.” He said sweetly.

Liam slid the two fingers into Theo, “I love you too Theodore,” He whispered and kissed him roughly as he began to finger him open, he wasn’t going to hurt his lover in a bad way. He knew the process pretty well. He gripped Theo’s hips bruisingly rough causing Theo to moan out Liam’s name softly, and slid a pillow under Theo’s hips to help with the angling. He kissed him roughly again, his teeth taking Theo’s bottom lip again as he slid a third finger in. He made sure the other was ready before pulling his hand away.

Liam lubed himself up and slid into Theo slowly giving his lover time to adjust, “you look so handsome like this,” he said with a sickeningly sweet voice as if he wasn't balls deep in Theo. He started slowly listening to the other’s small whimpers.

“Liam I need you to speed up, please darling.” This beg was not asked for and it made Liam sparkle in his soft bedroom lighting. He nodded, he sped up nails digging into Theo’s hips. Theo moaned loudly as he felt the other pound into him, he had never been on this end of the love making but he could see why Liam was so loud every single time.

“Mm fuck The, youre so pretty. So fucking pretty,” he said speeding up using some of his wold strength to increase depth and hardness of his thrust. Then he hit it, the spot inside of Theo that made gospel spew from his lips.

“Oh fuck Liam, fuck—thats—right there!” He said and closed his bound hands into fists. He ached to touch himself, he felt himself growing closer as Liam hit the bundle of nerves with each thrust. “Mm fuck Liam, oh fuck, I’m close, I’m so close.” He moaned out, eyes fluttered shut and head thrown back, his hair was curly and matted to his forehead with sweat. He felt himself get closer to his climax, but then Liam stopped. Just as he was close.

“Oh darling, did you really think I was going to let you come yet?” Liam ran a soft hand down his face and placed his thumb on Theo’s bottom lip, “perhaps you are just a pretty face Theodore.” The words made the hair on his neck stand up but the look in Liam’s eyes let him know he was okay.

“No sir, I remember. I've been bad,” He said and hoped playing into Liam’s little game would help him get to his climax.

“Youre the prettiest suck up I've ever seen,” Liam whispered into his ear marking down his jaw and kissed him deeply again. He picked back up his speed railing into Theo, he pulled back from the other to hear his pretty moans, and once the other was close he pulled back and stopped.

This continued a few more times until Liam had a satisfied grin on his face, “don't cum until I say so, you hear me?” Liam said and kissed him deeply. The other nodded sweetly, throat raw from screaming Liam’s name, he prayed no one was home. Liam kissed him and pounded him with all the force he could muster, hips snapping at a bruising pace until he came deep in Theo.

He kept the pace going, snaking his hand to Theo’s member and looking into his eyes, deeply. “Fuck Liam, I am begging you,” pleasure filled tears in theo’s eyes began to spill down his cheeks. He looked absolutely beautiful like this, “Liam please let me cum. Please I'll listen” he begged, his legs shaking in pleasure. Liam nodded to him and kissed him, helping him to his orgasm. Theo moaned out Liam's name and a string of profanities against his lips.

Liam let Theo ride out his high before pulling out of him, he undid the restraints and sat on the bed pulling Theo into his lap smiling at him. He ran gentle fingers through his brown hair and hummed, “that’s it. Come back to be Theo.” he said as the other came down from his high. He pressed soft kisses to the other’s temple.

“Where have you been hiding that form of you?” Theo asked softly and wiped the tear streaks from his face. He had never felt so much pleasure, “and how do I get in trouble more often?” He asked, laying his head on Liam’s shoulder. Usually this was reversed, Theo making sure Liam came back down from his high gently and to love.

“I really don’t like when you don't listen at meetings,” Liam smiled, “come on. Let’s get you cleaned up handsome.” he said and helped Theo to the shower, the others legs still trembling. “If I knew I could get the Theo Raeken to scream my name like that I would have dont it much sooner” he chuckled and turned the shower on. Once the warm water spurted out he took a wash rag and cleaned theo and himself, he then ran gentle fingers through his hair and hummed a soft song.

After the shower they laid in the bed in fuzzy pajamas under the warm covers. Their foreheads were pressed together and gentle kisses were exchanged.

“I love you,” Theo whispered softly.

“And I love you,” Liam whispered. It had been his new response recently. I love you, too sounded like a forced response even if it was true. It felt more real to say I love you. He gently kissed Theo’s lips “get some rest; we have to patrol later.” Theo pouted but knew he wasn’t up for another round of being a brat yet. So he just nodded and snuggled Liam close as they dozed off.

#thiam #thiam smut #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #liam dunbar #theo raeken #theo x liam #bottom theo raeken #top liam dunbar #smut #this has not been proof read yet #i neede them so bad

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