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[drabblesaf]

Movie Night Frustration - Steve Harrington Smut

REQUESTED: Nope. I haven’t written for quite a while, and I had a sudden inspiration strike last night (especially after S4 P1 dropped).

WARNINGS: Oral (both receiving), “sir” kink - MINORS DNI PLEASE

SUMMARY: You and Steve are on the night shift at the video store - you’re trying to do work and catch up on the week’s missed jobs, but Steve gets bored easily and needs something more than videos to entertain him. 

NOTES: Uh, hey. So, I’m kind of back? 

Maybe. I’m not sure yet. I’ve been really busy with uni for the past few years (in case you couldn’t tell from my utter lack of posting here) and now I’ve finished everything, I wanted to try and get back into my writing.

May be a bit rusty, so bare with me. I had inspo strike from the new season of Stranger Things, so here we are.

Hope you enjoy guys <3

Working the night shift at the Family Video Store was not how I originally planned on spending this evening. Sure, the pay was good for night shift, I couldn’t fault that. And any of the stock of candy we had left over was pretty much free rein until the next day’s batch came in - even more so once we hit the end of the week and needed to start clearing everything out. Those two things were no problem to me at all. The problem? Steve Harrington.

Steve had changed a lot since his time at Hawkins High. No longer a complete fucking asshat, he’d actually matured into a guy who gave somewhat of a shit. Shocking for the King of Hawkins to have such a redemption arc behind him. Maybe it was the fact he kept hanging out with the kids from sophomore year, Dustin, Mike and Lucas. Maybe it’s because my coworker Robin had actually knocked some sense into his pretty little head. Or maybe…just maybe, Steve was actually thinking seriously about his future and realising that he couldn’t be a dick forever.

Whatever it was, it still didn’t seem to occur to him that he could do his job without picking up chicks at the store - although maybe that was the same case for me too with guys. Somehow, Hawkins still had enough of a single male population that seemed to want to try their luck with the cute girls behind the movie counter, which always ended in Robin giving a heavy eyeroll and me gaining some dude’s home phone number or a reminder that they’d “pick me up at whatever time and we could go find a place to get away from it all”…which would almost always end in them wanting to go to Lovers Lake or Skull Rock, and Steve or Robin covering for me while I camped out in the staff room.

Surprisingly enough, this often worked quite well - I guess the boys were intimidated by my coworkers enough to eventually skulk out of the store, never to return again. This tactic didn’t work on the girls though, but then again, Harrington never seemed to have enough game to be able to woo them. Which is where he was stuck on this particular evening, moping as he stood next to the counter counting out the change in the register. “What’s got you so down in the dumps?” I said, staring at him from across one of the aisles, brush in hand.

“I’m losing my spark, Y/N. Losing my magic touch,” he sighed, idly playing with a cent in his hands.

“What makes you say that?”

“Have you seen the chicks that come in here? None of them are interested in me offering to take them to see the latest films in the cinema. Not a single one.”

“Have you tried just being yourself and not putting the charm offensive on all the time?” I asked, crouching down to remove the DVDs from the bottom shelf so they could get wiped down (those ones in particular always seemed to get some sort of sticky residue on them, and we could never quite explain why).

“Girls don’t like me “being myself”, (Y/N). Unless myself is King Steve, they don’t want to know me.”

“That’s not true, and you know it, Harrington,” I sighed, shaking my head as I carried the DVDs over to the desk, where he was now stood with his head in his hands. I reached over and ruffled his hair slightly, causing him to look up and give me a playful glare.

“Hey, leave the hair out of this,” he chuckled, poking his tongue out at me, before pausing and flicking his tongue over his bottom lip. He did this from time to time, but this time something felt…different. “(Y/N), what do you mean, I know it?” His brown eyes bore into my own, and I felt a shift, as if the world had just had a mass earthquake.

“You should be able to guess, Steve - you’re smart enough after all”, I said, voice wavering slightly. I wasn’t wrong, Steve was in fact very smart - after Nancy and him had split up, he actually put in a decent amount of effort to get his grades back up so he could get through sophomore year without too many issues, which - much to his surprise - he did very well, passing the year with 85% overall. And despite his general act as the King of Hawkins High, he could pick up on social cues well and did try to keep people around him who weren’t…douchebags, for lack of a better term.

He stared at me, raising an eyebrow, and I turned away quickly, busying myself with sweeping the dust off the (now free) bottom shelf. In a sense, there was definitely something that had shifted in the air between us, and it had been something I had been reckoning with for a while now. I’m not sure what it was, but there had definitely been moments between Steve and I that had left me questioning what his motives were every damn time. Did he want something to happen as much as I did?

The night wore on, and we were both beginning to get tired of doing all the chores that needed to be done over the night shift, especially closing up shop. We closed up early on the weekends, purely because most people were out partying or had already decided on what films they wanted for the evening - there wasn’t much chance of any late buyers coming in at the last minute unless it was Valentines Day. I occupied myself with finishing up rearranging the movies on the shelves, while Steve scribbled away in the notebook we had for accounting. “Hey, (Y/N), could you give me a hand? Just want to make sure I have everything accounted for in this, and that I did the math correctly,” he said, and I stood up from the final shelf, dusting my hands off on my jeans.

“Sure, I can do that. Final shelf is good to go, by the way,” I said, walking over to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked over, shedding my over-fleece that I wore as uniform (since the shop was closed now, there wasn’t much point in keeping it on). I chucked it under the till and pulled up a stool next to Steve, running over the numbers and trying to do quick calculations in my mind. All the while though, I could feel his presence right next to me, as if he was wanting to do or say something. After about 5 minutes of thinking over the sums, I nodded. “All clear, everything’s good to go,” I said, looking up at him. He swallowed slightly, his tongue flicking over his lips again as his eyes moved over my face.

The air got thicker all of a sudden, and it felt like something could happen any moment. “Uh, (Y/N), have you…” he started, and I paused, dropping the pencil to the table in front. He shook his head, mumbling a quick “Fuck it,” before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was needy, feverish - almost like it was something he depended on, like a lifeline. His lips and mine moved effortlessly against one another, tongues darting in and out and battling out in a war of dominance. His hands began roaming over my body, holding me steady on the stool as the exploration took place. This was a side I hadn’t expected from him, but I let it happen, moving my hands up to his hair as I did so. 

His lips began moving down from mine to my jaw, trailing their way down to the collar of my shirt - this caused him to pause momentarily, both of us gasping for air as he looked at me, moving a hand up to caress my face gently. I nodded, giving him the permission he sought to take my shirt off, leaving me in my bra and jeans. He resumed his prior actions, lips trailing down my collarbone to one breast, then another. Each of them had kisses pressed to them, before the bra itself was gently pulled down and his lips attached themselves to each nipple, sucking and biting on each one and causing small whimpers to fall from my mouth.

This only seemed to spur him on, and made him suck each nipple more feverishly as if it was his lifeline. Soon after, he realised other areas needed attention too, and his kisses moved further and further down my body until they hovered just above the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me, and I nodded. “Please, Steve,” I mumbled quietly, and he licked his lips again, turning his attention to the button on my jeans, which he popped open deftly before helping me shimmy the material off my hips. 

He gave a few tentative kisses over my panties, causing some light moans to fall from my mouth, before that material was removed too and nothing was in the way of his tongue. He kissed the area lightly, before licking at it, causing my hips to raise up sharply to meet his mouth, and my hand to fall into his hair. Every single action he made had my body feeling like it was on fire, and very quickly I could feel myself reaching the high I was craving. He was licking and sucking at the area as if it was his entire life force, and it was very quickly getting me to where I needed to be. “Steve, fuck!” I whimpered, my hands tugging at his hair as he moved quicker, bringing a finger into play as well and curling it up right where I needed it. That was enough to bring me over the edge, causing me to scream and gasp as I met the high he’d been trying to elicit from me for so long. He kept lapping at my arousal as wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body, causing me to tremble at every slight touch he created.

After a while I calmed down enough and the room stabilised for a short while, for me to begin to realise that Steve was unbuckling his belt and beginning to remove his jeans. Shakily, I stood up, placing my hands over his and hoping he understood that I wanted to help him. He looked at me as I did this, and said quietly, “You don’t have to, y’know.”

“I want to.” He thought about this for a second and then nodded, allowing me access to the button on his jeans completely. I carefully popped it open, taking my time with the zipper - I wanted to at least try to savour this moment before it went away and we were forced into that pit of realisation of what we were doing with each other. He sighed slightly, bucking his hips up as I pulled his jeans down, looking face to face at his hard-on restrained by his boxers. It was straining to be let out against the cotton, and I could only oblige, causing a hiss to fall from his lips as he was exposed to the air of the store.

I expected him to be packing down there - he was “The King” of Hawkins High, after all - but I didn’t expect him to be bigger than I thought. I cautiously grasped at his cock, causing him to let out a jagged moan and his hand to fall over mine. “Fucking hell, (Y/N). Do you know how much I’ve imagined this scenario?” He grunted, helping to move my hand along his length.

“No, but I could probably guess,” I snarked back, before diverting my attention back to the matter in hand…quite literally. Tentatively, I poked my tongue out and licked a stripe up one of the protruding veins on his member, causing him to groan loudly, the noise only encouraging me further. I licked a few more times before turning my attention to his head, eliciting a louder moan from his lips, followed by several curses. 

“Fuck, so pretty…you’re doing so good sweetheart,” he sighed, hand falling away from mine and slowly coming back up to push my hair out my face, causing me to look up at him as he did so. His lips were slightly parted, and he was looking down at me through his eyelashes, eyes flickering as I looked up with his cock in my mouth. “Shit…so good, fuck. You’re killing me, doll.”

This was the only motivation I needed to keep on with what I was doing, and so I took him further into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down vigorously. It was difficult to keep this up for too long at a time though, purely because he was so damn big - but Steve seemed fine with anything I did as long as I was giving his dick enough attention. Soon, he began to twitch slightly in my mouth, his moans getting louder and his breathing quickening, to which he quickly pulled me off of him with a satisfying pop! He stood up over me kneeling on the floor, jerking his cock vigorously. “Where do you want it angel? Want me to cum in your mouth like the good slut you are? Say it, come on. Tell me, baby.”

“Please cum in my mouth, I’ll take it all in,” I whined - this act alone only served to encourage Steve further. 

“Want you to beg for it properly,” he muttered under his breath, and it took a moment before the gears finally clicked in my head.

“Please, Sir. I want to swallow your cum like the good princess I am for you,” I moaned, feeling myself begin to dampen again. This seemed to work, as barely a minute later the man above me was moaning loudly himself as he reached his own climax, the hot spurts of cum streaming down my throat. As soon as he had finished, I swallowed, opening my mouth to show him that nothing remained in there.

We took a moment to both catch our breath from the experience, and he was the first one to speak. “I think I’ve got my magic touch back, but do you wanna test that theory back at my place?”

“You’re on, Harrington.”

“Hey, that’s Sir to you, princess.”

[drabblesaf]

Where Drabbles has been

Hi there.

So, long time no see.

I said I'd try to get back into writing again, but honestly, I just haven't had the time. A lot of stuff has happened in my life since that last update I posted, and the pandemic's been tough overall.

I wanted to come back today, before 2022 begins, and also discuss some old posts.

As many of you are aware, I used to write for Alec Lightwood. As a bisexual woman, this was wrong of me to do so, namely because I was writing Alec in a heterosexual relationship setting, when Alec's character was homosexual. That's one of the main reasons I stopped writing for Alec overall, because it was wrong of me to do so and erased a big part of his character wrongfully.

I'm making the decision to remove those posts by the 20th January 2022, so that I can start the new year in a better shape of mind. They'll also be removed from the masterlist and a note with this post linked in will be added to the masterlist.

As for coming back to writing, I don't know when that will be, or if I ever will come back to writing on this account. It was an enjoyable time for that part of my life, but I'm a lot older now than I was when I began. My writing has most likely changed too. It would feel...I don't know, odd if I came back after so long.

I know there are still some requests waiting for me. They are not forgotten. I just want to get myself back into a good enough headspace, pass university, all that stuff.

For now, it's not a goodbye. It's a "see you around".

[drabblesaf]

Update!

Hey everyone! Long time no see :)

Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA recently, but uni has truly been kicking my butt and I haven’t had much time to get any writing done, or rather as much writing as I would have liked to do.

To the two people who requested imagines, don’t worry, those are on the way - I just wanna try and escape my writers block and get into writing again for the fandoms I’m in, so I’m gonna ease back in with mine and many people’s fave goofball, Stiles Stilinski.

Hope everyone is keeping themselves healthy and well during these difficult times, and make sure to keeep hydrated as much as possible <3

[drabblesaf]

Watermelon Sugar - Mieczysław Stilinski Imagine

REQUESTED: No, but I haven’t written for a while and I wanted to get back into it - and what better way to do so than combine two of my faves?

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut (implied), alcohol (they’re about 19/20 in this one - don’t drink underage kids!)

SUMMARY: After a one night stand with Stiles turns into many one night stands in a row, you begin to question your relationship with Stiles, and the euphoric high he puts you on.

NOTES: Whoaaaa, she’s back!

Yes, finally I’ve gained the motivation to write again, after being back at uni for about 4 months or so. Semester 1 of my second year has absolutely flown by, but I still missed Stiles throughout all of that.

Also, Harry Styles released new music, and I got inspired by that! (As well as a scenario that legitimately happened while I was at uni - we love drawing on IRL experiences for our writing! <3)

Anyways, thank you guys for sticking with me even though I haven’t been writing any new content for a while, I love getting notifications from you all still about new likes and reblogs on my stories! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' And it sounds just like a song I want more berries and that summer feelin' It's so wonderful and warm

His lips on mine, heavy breathing. This had become standard practice for me and Stiles at any event we’d go to together with our friends, which would usually end up at a local club as we had grown up and started attending college. The first time was completely unexpected, happening just as we were drunkenly walking home together. His lips tasted like the whiskey he had been consuming that evening, and his honey brown eyes fought to remain locked on mine as we got to my door, him steadying my hand as I unlock my door.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he exhaled, lips smashing into my own once more as soon as the door was open.

“Says you, deciding to make out with me completely out of the blue Stilinski. Fuck, didn’t realise you ever wanted me in that way,” I mumbled as he pinned me back to my door, kissing me passionately as he did so.

We broke apart momentarily, and he moved some hair out of my face, looking at me softly before he said, “Mind if I stay the night?”

Breathe me in, breathe me out I don't know if I could ever go without I'm just thinking out loud I don't know if I could ever go without

That was a few months ago, and only a month or so after we’d met for the first time. We’d spent a couple of nights together as students usually tend to do when they’ve had something to drink…or rather, a few too many to drink. Somehow though, when in lectures together, we would never act as though we were secretly fucking behind everyone’s backs.

And it continued on like that up until the summertime, just before we all broke up for the summer holidays. One night, Stiles and I had just finished one of our sessions, and were laying in bed together, him running his fingers through my hair as I traced lazy circles on his forearms. “What are we doing, (Y/N)?” He asked quietly, and I shifted in the bed to look up at him.

“I mean, right now we’re sat in bed together after an amazing session,” I smirked, and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know, and I was thinking we’d never get to that point in all honesty Stiles.”

“Why not?”

“I just…I don’t know. Something just scares me on the inside and I don’t know if I can bring myself to talk about it just yet.” He nodded, and pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“Well, just know that whenever you do want to talk about it all, I’ll be right here, listening.” And with that, we both settled again, falling asleep on each other and waking up to another day of not talking about that moment.

Strawberries on a summer evenin' Baby, you're the end of June I want your belly and that summer feelin' Getting washed away in you

The next evening was a night where none of us were planning on doing anything besides a chilled film night together. For some reason though, after the night before, I felt butterflies at the slightest thought of seeing Stiles again. It wasn’t like him and I had done anything besides have sex for the past few months, but then the minute he called our relationship into question, there was a shift in my emotions.

Suddenly, everything seemed to revolve around him. I couldn’t properly be near him without thoughts playing on my mind of what it would be like to just be with him, as a proper couple. Stiles and (Y/N), out in public as an actual couple, not hidden away from prying eyes. Maybe I could discuss it all with him at the movie night, if we could even get the chance to find ourselves alone together. 

There was something about him that drew me into him, washing me away with the tides of the ocean as soon as he left me - leaving me clean, but lost within the depths of my own emotions. It kept me up at night sometimes, when I wasn’t with him I just needed something, something that I didn’t realise I truly needed until he said those fateful words last night.

“What are we doing?” I didn’t know about what he was doing, but for me I was slowly growing more and more in need of something - anything - remotely affectionate from the guy, and it seemed like the movie was that opportunity to get what I wanted.

Sitting together as the movie played (a scary one, nonetheless) I felt his hand grip mine as if to comfort me in some way. Whether or not he realised he was doing it was another matter, and it wasn’t until the big bad truly leapt onto the screen that I tested this theory of conscious decision making, burying my head into his shoulder to hide from the screams that erupted on screen. Almost instinctively, his hand flew up to my back to rub comforting circles into it, and I felt his lips pressed against the top of my head.

We stayed like that for at least 5 minutes, before I looked up at him once more. Fuck it.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it Watermelon sugar high

My lips pressed against his, I did the one impulsive thing I never thought I would be finding myself doing in front of anyone, let alone my friends who didn’t even know we’d been together at all. Initially, he froze up, then he moved his hands to pull me closer into him, continuing on the kiss with a slight smile against my lips as he did so. This made me smile too into the kiss, which tasted like the strawberry and watermelon gummy sweets he’d been consuming during the movie session.

We broke away, slightly out of breath, and our eyes met, golden brown and (Y/E/C) in the flickering light of the television screen. Or at least, normally it would be flickering, except the movie had been paused and wolf whistles were replacing the dialogue.

“Wanna know what we’re doing, Stiles?” I smiled, and he grinned back.

“Hopefully making it official with each other and all our friends after that?” 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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*rises from the dead to share this because holy f u c k i love it and i now have renewed stiles inspo*

the gif of stiles does something to me and i like it a lot. fuck, i would wanna take the shirt off just to reveal his torso and i wanna leave such pretty hickies on him

“you’re soaking wet, stiles” your fingers grab the hem of his wet tee, fingertips grazing his skin which made goosebumps rise on his skin. a droplet of water fell from his cheek onto your hand as you slide the shirt off of him, throwing it behind you. 

your fingers hover over his body as he watches, your eyes looking up at him. you push his shoulders to lay down on the table, hovering over him slightly. stiles sat up on his elbows as he watched you lean down, kissing his stomach softly. you look back at where you were kissing, fingers scratching up and down his sides as you bite on his skin, a soft groan escaping his lips. 

stiles’ fingers hold your hair as you kiss up his stomach, leaving hickies on his chest and neck. “yn..” his breathing is heavy as you kiss his weak spot, gasping as your fingers brush against his jeans. he pulls you on top of him, desperate for a real kiss. 

[drabblesaf]

When I Had The Chance - Mieczyslaw Stilinski Imagine

REQUESTED: No, but I felt kinda angsty so tadaaaa!

WARNINGS: None, just kinda sad?

SUMMARY: Something is missing, and it’s up to you to bring it back.

NOTES: So, I missed Teen Wolf enough to want to kind of rewrite S6 a little. It was fun, but also kinda sad because I still miss Stiles, so this was kinda bringing it back for me.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! I had to get inventive with the line breaks since Tumblr has removed them, so enjoy that lmao <3

The storm was starting to pick up again, and it was worse than it had been for the past couple of weeks. It was as though the weather knew something was coming, something that would shake the pack to its very core. Scott had been helping me to move my things into boxes ready to go off to university, and it felt weird for some reason, as if something integral to the pack was missing. I’d felt like that for a long time, and so had they, but none of us knew what to make of it all.

“You okay?” Scott asked me, and I nodded. “Hey, we’re all gonna miss you y’know,” he said, smiling softly at me.

“I know. I just...I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Y’know, like we’re missing someone from the group,” I sighed, looking over at the photo of us all from the first day of senior year. Even in that photo, there was an odd gap in the middle, between myself and Lydia. It looked like I was resting my head on someone’s shoulder, but there was nothing there.

“I get that feeling too. Like, missing half of me,” he said, guiding me to the bed and sitting down beside me. “It’s weird, I never thought I could feel this way before. I always drive past Sheriff Stilinski’s house and pause for a moment or so, but I never really know why.”

I looked at him. “Scott, you might be on to something here.” He looked at me in confusion, and I explained to him. “When you mentioned Stilinski, my brain just sparked up something. Do we know a way of accessing repressed memories that won’t involve us needing to go to a therapist?”

“I’ll call Deaton.” And with that, he left the room, leaving me to think about what was going on. No matter how hard I tried, the memories were only faint, leaving me with a ghostly voice as I fell asleep that night.

“Remember...remember I love you.”

☀☽

In the end, it wasn’t Deaton who helped us out, but rather Argent, who found somewhere for us to go in order to try and eke out our memories and get to the bottom of whatever was blocked. Scott went in first, but was quickly trapped underneath whatever memories he had, meaning Lydia had to step in and help get him out. Malia was next, but was pulled out after alarms started to sound. “Now what?” Malia asked, still shivering. They turned to look at me.

“(Y/N). You may be able to do it. Open the rift,” Lydia said, looking at me. She looked to Scott for conformation, and he nodded at her.

“When I was in there, I was going through my memories, but my memories also involved you. You had the strongest tie to him out of all of us, so you may be able to open the rift and bring him back to us.”

“I can’t go in there though, I can’t heal like you guys. I’m only human, remember?” I pointed out to them, and they exchanged glances. 

“Hypnosis,” Lydia said. “If we can get you under with regular hypnosis, we may be able to access your memories.” I sighed, and nodded.

“What have we got to lose?”

☀☽

A candle was lit and Lydia walked the other two through the hypnosis, before telling me to stare at the candle. Malia tried to read through the script, but didn’t reach the desired effect, so Scott tried instead.

“Take a deep breath and look at the candle. Feel the muscles in your body start to relax. Your hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing. As you relax, imagine you’re sitting in front of a TV. When you turn the TV on, it’s going to play memories from your life. The remote gives you total control. You can play any memory you like. All you have to do is hit the button.”

I’m in my room, before everything was packed up, sat on my bed in front of the TV. I press the button, and Stiles is over, lamenting to me about Lydia rejecting him. I press it again, and watch them dance together at the Winter Formal, walking out before I hear him chase after me.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already, (Y/N),” he says, smiling at me. “We haven’t even danced together yet.”

“You seemed pretty content to be dancing with Lydia, so I thought I’d leave you to it,” I replied, sighing. He frowned, before picking up my hand.

“I wouldn’t be content tonight if I couldn’t at least have one dance with you. Please?” I looked up at him, tears springing to my eyes. His face fell slightly as he looked at me. “Hey, please don’t cry. Look, I’m sorry for deserting you. How about we blow this and get burgers and fries?” He mumbled, hugging me as he did so.

I sniffed slightly, muttering back, “As long as you’re staying the night.”

I press another button, flipping through each memory - the time he stayed around mine to help me with a project, the time we were outside the Motel as the Darach tried to kill Scott, the time I saw him score his first lacrosse goal as part of the Beacon Hills team.

“Try to find a memory of Stiles,” Scott’s voice echoes through the room, “A memory where you felt a connection with him.” 

I click again, and it’s summer. We’re in his room, watching Star Wars for possibly the millionth time, but it’s all okay. Everything is back to normal for the time being, and Stiles is being his usual goofy self, making impressions of Yoda which cause me to laugh uncontrollably, causing him to smile at me.

“God, didn’t think I was that funny (Y/N/N),” he said, chuckling as he did so.

“It’s just the fact you’re saying the most stupid shit in that voice, that’s what’s making me laugh!” I snorted, burying my face in his chest as his hands fly up and wrap themselves around me. Him and Malia broke up recently, and since then his behaviour has been off. I look up at him, and his eyes are squeezed shut, breathing slowly through his nose. 

It’s in this moment that I actually take a good look at him: at the moles dotted over his face and neck, his nose scrunched up slightly, his lips, parted and plump. Slowly his eyes open again and he looks at me. “What’s up?” He whispers, and I shake my head.

“I was just appreciating the fact you’re in my life, Sti,” I smiled, and he grinned back. 

“I always will be, (Y/N/N),” he said, moving one hand up to cup my cheek and rubbing a thumb softly over it. “Hey, can I...uh, can I try something?” He asked, looking at me nervously.

“Sure, you can try whatever you want,” I smiled again, and this time he closed his eyes once more, before leaning forwards and bringing his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips moved against my own, with the hand that wasn’t on my face gripping my waist tightly, pressing me into him as if he never wanted to let me go.

We eventually broke apart, and I looked at him in a whole new light from then on.

“That’s when it changed,” I said, and carried on through my memories, looking through each and every thing - our hands would intertwine when scared, as anchors; we’d sit close together at every event, and would always keep an eye out for each other; we’d make sure neither one of us was hurt badly, and make sure we kept each other safe no matter what. “When I kissed him, everything changed.”

I pressed the button one last time, and it took us to the school, and Stiles’ jeep. 

We had just evaded the Wild Hunt, and were waiting it out in the familiar jeep. Stiles was trying to start the car, but after a while he stopped. “No, no no! Stiles, what are you doing? They’re getting closer?” I whispered frantically, and he looked up at me. 

“(Y/N), I’m gonna be erased, okay? Just like Alex.” I shook my head, tears beginning to fall from my eyes. “You’ll forget me.”

“I won’t. I won’t, I won’t.”

“(Y/N), you will,” He paused, taking a breath, before continuing, “Just find some way to remember me. Okay? Remember how you were the first girl I ever loved dancing with? Or how I fell for you in Sophmore year, had a crush on you Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?”

“You saved mine too,” I whispered, the tears flowing fast from my eyes.

“Just remember,” He brought his hand up to wipe away the tears from my eyes before placing his over my own, “Remember I love you.” And with that, he was torn out of the car by the Wild Hunt, leaving me screaming after him.

“I never said it back,” I whispered, and the others looked at me in confusion. “I didn’t say it back when I had the chance,” I said, before the room started to shake.

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Healing Power - Steve Harrington Imagine

 REQUESTED: No, I just wanted to write this one in preparation for ST3 next week!

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, some cursing

SUMMARY: Steve gets caught in a bit of trouble with Billy. Luckily, you’re there to patch him up after.

NOTES: So, I’m officially finished with my foundation year at uni, meaning I’m back home at last! It also means I have less to worry about over the summer, and more time to binge ST3 before I get my results back!

Anyways, I’ve missed writing for Steve, so I hope you enjoy this one! (Honestly, I needed more Steve in my life <3)

There wasn’t a day that went by in Hawkins, Indiana, that didn’t involve Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington going for each other’s throats (or balls, depending on how pissed the pair were). Honestly, it was getting tiring for everyone by this point.

“Harrington and Hargrove are at it again.”

“God, I feel sorry for (Y/N) at times - how many plasters and bandages do you think she gets through?”

“Oh, hundreds a month, I’m sure. At least she’s there to help Steve out, I guess.”

Yeah, yeah. At least I’m there to stop him looking like a damn moron and getting too far into a fight with the wannabe King of Hawkins. Okay, Steve had gotten more down to earth since he broke up with Nancy last year, but there was still no way he was letting his title go anytime soon.

I ran out of the school halls in time to see them going at each other, trying to goad each other into another fight, circling each other like a pair of wild dogs, ready to go in for the kill. I have a feeling I’d let Steve watch MTV too much when he was at mine, because at the point I’d come out, he looked like he was trying to do a crap impression of Michael Jackson in the “Beat It” music video. 

Unexpectedly, he’d gone for the first punch and landed it pretty well, knocking Billy off his feet and causing him to stagger back into the grass and soil outside the high school. The counter-reaction? Billy hurtling forward to grab Steve’s legs and pull him down to his level. The pair sparred for another 5 minutes, tussling in the grass, until I walked over.

“Hey, hey, hey! What the fuck do you two morons think you’re doing? Wanting an audience to watch you behave like dickheads trying to prove how macho you are?” I yelled, arms folded as I watched them both look up at me.

“Oh, would ya look at that, Harrington? Your bitch is here to save you,” Billy hissed, spitting into the dried mud that he was sat on.

“Better watch your mouth Hargrove, otherwise you won’t be looking as pretty as you try to every day in the locker rooms,” I snarled back at him, glaring as he laughed.

“Listen sweetheart, maybe if your loverboy wasn’t so intent on finding some stupid little thing to try and fight me over, then we wouldn’t be having this problem, hmm?” 

I rolled my eyes as I walked off with Steve in tow, as Billy called after us, “Yeah, go on back to your bitch, Harrington! She’s got a pretty mouth that I can just imagine wrapped around my-” That sentence wasn’t finished because of the kick I landed in his baby maker as he yelled it. Leaving him doubled over in full agony, I jogged back to my car where Steve was leaning on the hood.

We sat in silence in the car as I drove back over to mine, knowing that my parents would still be at work, so the house would be free for our own use. Once we got in, I pulled him upstairs to my room and walked into my bathroom to find the first aid kit, with gauzes, bandages and alcohol wipes galore. Those kids earlier were right, I did pretty much get through hundreds of these to try and keep Steve looking alright.

“Nice kick,” he said loudly from my room, and I chuckled softly to myself. It wasn’t like I was weak or anything, I just didn’t see any point in trying to fight Billy unless I absolutely had to.

“Thanks, you didn’t look so bad yourself,” I replied, walking back in to see the teen perched on my bed, waiting expectantly for me to clean him up. His nose was still bleeding slightly even though he'd had a handkerchief held over it in the drive back, red dripping down to his Cupid’s bow and settling just above his plump lips, which also featured a scar in them. His eyebrow had a scar too, running through it, along with the makings of a black eye. Knuckles purple and blue, with blood healing on the fingers, his hands fumbled together, almost as though he was terrified to get hurt again.

“He was talking shit about you, y’know,” Steve mumbled, and I looked at him as I sat, his jaw clenching as he thought about the run-in with the punk. “No way in hell I was gonna let him talk shit about you, he kept making jokes about how he wanted you in his bed and...”

His hands started shaking as he clenched them, the dried blood breaking slightly and bringing forth fresh streams. I sighed, grabbing his hands and cleaning them with alcohol wipes, causing him to hiss slightly in pain as I brushed over the raw skin. “You know that I know that you would never let him say shit about me. But I don't want you to constantly get hurt by him over me, Steve,” I said quietly, causing him to look up at me.

“I can’t let him talk shit about you though, (Y/N). Not after what we’ve been through,” he replied, taking my hand in his.

“Steve, I’m never gonna do any of the shit Billy says about, especially since you’re the one for me anyway. Nothing will ever change that,” I said, looking him in the eyes. He smiled slightly, before grabbing my chin and bringing me in for a cautious kiss, almost as if he was scared to do so. As soon as he did so he melted into it, relaxing almost. 

When we broke away, he took a little bit of time to open his eyes again, some tears being let loose from his eyes as he did so. “Thank you. Thank you so much for loving me.” After the year he’d had, he’d been broken. Somehow, I’d healed him in more ways than one. That night was slow, but full of love, and something we’d needed for a long time.

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I love your last 2 stories (bury a friend is my fav song right now) Please write a third? If you like i can reblog your work on my blog, since i havent written in 2 years because ive been so busy! Xx

hey! sorry i’ve only just been able to see this!!

unfortunately i don’t think a pt3 for bury a friend will be in the works, mainly because i’m happy with where i left it, and can’t see myself writing a third part in that story. however, i am writing another stiles imagine right now so stick around for that one!

much love <3 xx

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i am feeling the smut today h o l y f u c k

thigh riding tom but he's in charge and he teases you

Okay but… this picture, because @japantom brought it up, screams thigh riding.

“You gonna cum on my thigh pretty girl? Naughty little thing, you can get off if I just speak to you huh? You’re so vulnerable when it comes to me.” But he is too. He loves the look of your dress pulls up to your hips while you rock against him, trying to get yourself there, “Naughty little selfish thing. Using me to get yourself there. Why don’t you cum for me sweet thing.” He kicks back, a sexy look in his eye that sends you over the edge.

Send me drabble requests and speculations!

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Cause of death: Tom Holland in glasses

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i honestly loved this????

like wow so soft i needed soft dan in my life 🧡

can’t sleep?

dan howell x reader

reader’s POV

rolling over, for about the billionth time that night, and staring at the red blinking lights on the bedside table, you knew there would be no sleep once again tonight.

3:32 am

lovely.

sighing and pulling the black duvet off, your padded feet hit the cold floor, step after step being the only sound heard throughout the flat. the soft sounds of the tv were heard, meaning dan probably was up.

strolling into the living room, you plopped down on the couch on the opposite side of dan. he jumped back but calmed down, realizing it was only you.

he too, hadn’t been able to sleep. this wasn’t abnormal for the both of you, as you both always had sleepless nights.

you looked to the bright screen and out of all the things dan could be watching at this time, there was Britain’s Got Talent right in front of you. you looked over to him and grinned, crossing your feet on his lap, leaning against the arm rest.

“got some weird dream i don’t know about?”

“yeah the one’s while i’m actually asleep,” he retorted. your company had made his heart flutter as he picked your feet up off his lap and grasped your sleeve, gently tugging it toward him.

you shuffled closer to him and he placed the blanket over the both of you, plaving his head against your shoulder.

“couldn’t sleep?” dan whispered, nuzzling his head closer into your hair.

“nope,” you both adjusted on the couch, legs laced together and your arm around his torso. dan would never admit it but he loved to be comforted by others. it made him feel soft and small.

you pressed your forehead to his back and he laced your hand with his.

“goodnight dan.”

“i love you y/n,” he said sleepily

“i love you too.”

only dan’s soft snores could be heard among the house. his chest rose up and down, your breathing soon coming to a slow and finally drifting off for the first pesceful sleep in a while.

i hope this is okay. if you want to request an imagine, maybe a series, or preferences for bands, i’ll definitely do them. here’s just a few bands (yes, the lead singers, instruments, and all are included) that i can write for off the top of my head:

•panic! at the disco

-brendon urie

-dallon weekes

-nicole row

-ryan ross

•my chemical romance

-gerard

-mikey

-ray

-frank (uwu my stan)

-bob

•falling in reverse

-ronnie radke

-jacky vincent

-max green

-zakk sandler

-(others if requested)

•pierce the veil

-vic fuentos

-tony perry

-jaime preciado

-mike fuentos

•waterparks

-geoff wingington

-awsten knight

-otto wood

•all time low

•twenty one pilots

-josh

-tyler

•dan and phil (of course)

•the umbrella academy

-all characters

•sleeping with sirens

-kellin quinn

•motionless in white

•cavetown uwu

•black veil brides

-andy biersack

-jinxx

-ashley purdy

-christian coma

-jake pitts

•IT (2017 or the older version)

-the losers club

-bower’s gang

•IDKHBTFM

-dallon weekes

-ryan seamen

•Fall Out Boy

-andy hurley

-pete wentz

-joe trohman (national treasure)

-patrick stump

XOcourt

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daaaaaamn this is some c o n t e n t

Photos*

Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: (+18) masturbation basically porn with no plot 

Anon request:

Keep reading

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thank you so much! <3

what you did in the dark - Mieczyslaw Stilinski Smut (Void) - pt 2

REQUESTED: Yes, requested by an anon and three lovely users!!

“p2 please !” - @one-thread-can-save-a-life “Ooooh I love it! Do more!” @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8 (also thank you for the rb! <3) “pls do a pt 2 of bury a friend omg its so good” – anon “Ok hi, I need a part two of the bury a friend imagine for Stiles, like now please! It’s so good, oh my lord.” - @alopix861

Well, ask and ye shall receive!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, biting, blood, choking

SUMMARY: You knew that Stiles was possessed, but you had no idea to what extent. You would learn soon enough, when the fox took more of an interest in you…

NOTES: So this one was again inspired by a song, but it wasn’t a Billie song (I was debating using bad guy buuuuuut I found a slowed version of “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” by Fall Out Boy which I thought worked much better). You can listen to that here!

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged and asked for more – I literally posted that yesterday on a whim, and the response was amazing! (Also, thank y’all for allowing me to write more Stiles because I love and miss my boy <3)

Hope you enjoy, and you can find pt1 here!

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UR SO TALENTED

DJFLEOEJFJRWP THANK U AHHH

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Thank you so much! Just posted a part two ☺️🧡

bury a friend - Mieczyslaw Stilinski Imagine (Void)

REQUESTED: Noooo, but I kept listening to this song and I really wanted to write something for Void!Stiles (mainly because I’ve never written for him, so I wanted to try something.)

WARNINGS: Invasive thoughts, kinda creepy

SUMMARY: Stiles hasn’t been the same recently. You’re intrigued, but frightened at the same time.

NOTES: I’m probably very late to the whole idea of writing for Void! but I was very much inspired by this 8D version of “bury a friend” by Billie Eilish so the writing bug kinda bit me.

Hope you enjoy! <3 (I may do a Pt 2 to this, so if you want that then drop me a message or a request! <3)

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pls do a pt 2 of bury a friend omg its so good

just posted up! thank you!! <3

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Ok hi, I need a part two of the bury a friend imagine for Stiles, like now please! It's so good, oh my lord.

done and done! thank you lovely! <3