#dylan o’brien x y/n

[jahayla-parker]

you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when she’s holding kulture and it was hella cute that’s why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum 😭

The Vogue 75: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.

Warnings: family dynamics I guess? That’s about it!

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Cleaning Dyl” y/n groaned, “they’re going to be here soon”.

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You act like we’re some kind of chaotic household” he teases, kissing her cheek.

She smirks, “us? Chaos? Never!”

Dylan laughs, “see, there’s the spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nate threw his peas everywhere though”.

Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesn’t go unnoticed by y/n.

She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.

He holds his hands up in defense, “I don’t know why he does that with you”.

“Mmhmm” she squints, “well since it’s so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressed”.

Dylan laughs and nods, “fine, but then we’re done. The house is more clean than normal, we don’t need to make it look like we don’t actually live here”.

“Deal” she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.

“Aves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddy’s interview” y/n says, knocking on Avery’s doorframe to alert her of her presence.

The four year old grins at her mom and nods, “dress?”

Y/n smiles and kisses Avery’s head, “sure thing Aves. Which one?”

———

After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.

“Dylan, have you seen Nate’s white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-“ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nate’s lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.

Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, “this is what you had planned right?”

She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, “yes, now both my boys are ready”.

Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, “seems the girls are too hmm?”

Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, “I’m still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylan”.

Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, “doesn’t momma look gorgeous?”

Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylan’s arm.

Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, “thanks handsome but I’m still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hair”.

Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, “besides I think I have some peas in the bun”.

Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.

———

“That’s so exciting” the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, “what was the best part of that filming experience?”

As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylan’s face instantly breaks into a huge smile.

“I can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the best” he says, releasing a blissful sigh.

Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.

Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.

Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasn’t changed her in the slightest.

“This is your wife, yes?” The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.

He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.

“Yes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n O’Brien. My wife and mother of our children” he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.

Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, “the charming Dylan O’Brien folks”.

She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.

———

The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.

They wanted it to be a normal day for them.

Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.

She’d been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.

After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.

Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.

Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewer’s questions.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.

Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.

Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.

Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wife’s intervention.

While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.

Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.

Y/n had seen the look in Dylan’s eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.

That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.

———

As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.

She knew eventually he’d likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, that’s where his focus should be.

But Dylan thought otherwise.

He didn’t care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.

He’d already ensured he didn’t need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.

Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.

As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.

“Babe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying “ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.

"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.

“Yes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying again” Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.

She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you can’t expect your daddy to know you don’t want the flamingo with the hat anymore”.

Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?

When did it change?

Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?

Y/n noticed Dylan’s silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.

“ ‘member Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadn’t been long.

He had no way of knowing of this change yet.

Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.

“Here ya go Dyl, that should fix this one’s fussy state” she said, tapping Nate’s nose softly.

“Ahh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?” He asked, a genuine laugh following.

Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.

Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.

Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.

Dylan wrapped one arm around y/N’s waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.

Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her mom’s lap to join her brother on Dylan’s.

Dylan kissed Avery’s forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.

After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.

“How many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!” She laughed lightly.

———

Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.

She’d planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasn’t going to push it and put the toys away.

Plus, she hoped they’d keep the kids busy and out of Dylan’s hair for the interview.

Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"

“Eight? Is there a reason they’re all flamingos?” She asked, making Dylan’s face brighter.

Dylan hid his face in his wife’s neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.

“We were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first time” y/n explained, smiling at her family.

Avery’s eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.

“Avery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takes” y/n recalled.

“These two take after their mom in how much they love the beach” Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/N’s shoulder but his face no longer hidden.

Y/n blushed, “Avery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-“ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.

Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.

“Whereas Nate adored the flamingos” y/n finished, shrugging.

———

“And they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interests” the interviewer complimented.

“Y/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep up” Dylan admits, kissing y/N’s cheek in appreciation.

Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.

“Speaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylan” she smirked.

“The same goes for Avery’s favorite doll” she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.

He hadn’t even realized that.

It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.

Especially Avery’s, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.

So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.

———

“They certainly seem to adore you Dylan” the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.

“They always have, which is why I can now go make dinner” y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.

“Now that they’re older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?” The interviewer asks.

Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.

“They do yes. I’m beyond blessed in that y/n’s scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that she’s willing to help wrangle these two on the plane rides” Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.

“They’re not that bad on the plane Dylan” y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.

“But yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldn’t do it otherwise” he admits, blushing again.

“However, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, it’s our space that’s tailored to just our family” he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.

“Do you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?” The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.

Although they’d discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.

———

“Ooh I can show our bell!” Avery gasps, slipping off Dylan’s lap and running to the front door.

“Wait up Ave!” Dylan calls, laughing.

“The bell?” The interviewer asks quietly.

“The doorbell, she loves the sound it makes” Dylan smirks, following his four year old.

“Nay-nay want to help them see?” Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylan’s arms.

Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.

Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.

He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.

Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.

———

“Ready?” Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.

Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the “magical” doorbell.

It was simply a regular doorbell that they’d connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.

It was y/N’s idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.

It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.

The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.

Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.

However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.

Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.

“You did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?” He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/N’s staring back at him.

———

Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.

He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.

For example, the family room was now called the “watching tv and playing games” room.

As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.

“Is it going okay?” Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their “food and dish room”.

“Absolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world “ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.

Y/n blushed, “as long as the public doesn’t say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our life”.

“I won’t allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my word” he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasn’t on Nate.

She nods, “I know Dylan, now go finish so we can eat”.

“We actually are finished now” the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.

“We just have to do your outro” the interviewer agreed.

“Come here Avey dear” Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.

“Here, let me hold Nate” y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.

Nate babbles as he snuggles into his mom’s side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.

“Ave, Nate, can I have some help?” He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.

Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.

Dylan grins and nods once, “alright”.

“I am Dylan O’Brien” he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, “and this was…”

“The voooogggg seveny fwive “ Avery says, nervously.

Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.

“Annnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space today” the interviewer thanks.

“Of course, and please don’t feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like” y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.

“That’s very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you again” the interviewer responds.

Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.

———

As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.

He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.

Alright, now, no more cameras.

“Want me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?” Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.

Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.

“What am I thinking?” He scolds himself softly, “you cooked, I’ve got both tasks”.

“Dyl-“ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.

“Ah, ah, shhh” he smiles, “I’m doing this small thing for my lovely family”.

Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.

Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring they’re secure.

He winks at y/n, “you know, there’s an extra seat still”.

Y/n hummed and smirked, “not for long”.

Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.

———

Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.

“Really?“ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.

“Oh Dyl” she coos, cupping his face, “yes, really”.

Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.

“Daddy?” Avery asks worriedly.

Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/N’s lips, cheeks, and nose.

“I’m okay Aves” he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, “I’m more than okay”.

Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.

Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.

“Even more of a reason you should be resting!” He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.

Dylan couldn’t be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.

He was honest when he said he’d give up his career for his family.

He was just fortunate that his wife didn’t seem to mind the chaos it brought them.

He didn’t stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.

Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.

Dylan O’Brien Taglist: (last round) @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @directioner5life

Dylan is being added to the archived list so you can still see these works but I won’t be accepting requests for him anymore.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more. 

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.” 

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.” 

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could. 

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?” 

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra. 

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs. 

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone. 

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments. 

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection. 

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.” 

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement. 

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal. 

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mysticallystilinski]

FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

desc. STILES CAN’T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOUR BODY

has : SMUT 17+, fingering, very clingy stiles, tit sucking, tit playing, sub!reader, heavy teasing, whimper!kink.

“please stiles”, you moan out as he rubs against your body. it has been days since he has even came close to touching you. it was an understatement on how badly you needed him. his large hands run up and down your delicate body. he grinned in excitement at any little whimper that comes out of you.

“be patient”, he whispers in your ear. his heavy breath coming that close to you was enough to make you cum. you had no articles of clothing taken off you quite yet, but you knew soon enough he would have to cave in. you push off his torso and place your feet on the cold floor.

you lower your hands to the rim of your shirt, and proceed to pull it off in a quick flash. stiles sat on the bed, practically mind blown at this sudden boost of confidence. you walked closer to him as you heard his breathing pattern get quicker.

stiles had a certain feeling that you were putting on a false show. he tugged onto the waistband of your pants, and pulled you closer in between his legs. he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. “why are you acting like this sweetheart”, he groaned out. your words got caught in the back of your throat as he slowly stood up and placed you to the side.

he looked down upon you in lust as you scanned his large figure. his brown eyes almost certainly turned to black as he grabbed your shoulders and sat you down upon the bed. he now stood above you while you were in the opposite position as before. he got onto his knees, and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs.

“stiles please, don’t tease”, you practically whimpered. he interlocked his fingers into your waistband, and slid the soft flannel pants down your legs and to the side of the bed. he was now approached with your light red panties. he slowly moved his head toward your core, took his mouth and dug his teeth upon them.

he smirked as you looked down onto him in waiting. he lowered his head as the panties followed along with him intertwined in his teeth. he dug his fingers into your things as he made his away along your silky legs. he reached the bottom and discarded your sweet panties. stiles mind filled with all the things he wanted to do with you. he thought first about fingering you, then slowly moving onto other things.

he lifted his head up, and saw your facial expression. it was a mix of impression and excitement. your smile lit up the room as stiles started to giggle as he got closer to your heat. he used his large hands to spread your thighs apart, and lowered his head closer. his fingers untangled your thighs and moved to your throbbing pussy.

he slowly inserted one finger, then heard a gasp for air. you whimpered as his long finger headed deeper inside of you. he took it slightly out, and inserted one more finger. your head was thrown back in pleasure as he slowly pumped both fingers in and out. you felt him get closer to you as his fingers continued to glide in and out at the perfect speed.

your body filled with tingles as he increased his speed. one hand was gripping your boob, while the other was heading inside of you. you quickly moved and scrambled as his fingers hit just the right spot. he slowly used the hand on your boob to play with your nipple, slightly pinching it for a pleasurable feeling.

your body was feeling hot and heavy while stiles slowly talked you up to an orgasm. “you’re doing so good y/n”, he spoke. you gasped in shock and pleasure when he said those five words. “please cum for me”, he groaned out. you saw his eyes focused on your wet pussy when he looked up and smirked in a devilish way.

he held eye contact with you as he spoke softly, “baby you look so good taking my fingers.” your head filled with the things he was doing to you, and how good it felt. your core tightened as you felt the moment coming. he hit your g-spot one last time, and you collapsed. cum overflowed out of you as stiles latched his mouth onto your pussy.

he sucked up all he could, and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. you saw him look up at you with his lustful eyes. his tongue delved all around your area as he grinned. he lifted his head and moved his body so that he was on top of you. he lowered his head to your boob as slightly used his tongue to head around the area of your nipple.

stiles couldn’t help but groan as your body smelled sweet. his tongue clenched around your hard nipple, and you moaned out in peace. he slightly chuckled at your noise, but still was focused. he unlatched his mouth, and slightly placed his lips onto yours. he pulled back, “i want you to taste yourself.” your eyes widened but you complied as he stuck his tongue into your mouth. your eyes got heavier as he slid his hand up your bare body.

he made out with you to help you release some tension. you felt on cloud nine as your soft lips intertwined with yours. he removed his lips, and slowly smirked. “what are you up to stilinski?”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“round 2?”

[strangerstilinski]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary; they say ‘showering together saves water’ or.. something like that.. right? otherwise known as, the one where sheer stupidity leads stiles into the shower with his very naked girlfriend. neither one of them is complaining about the turn of events.

warnings; no use of y/n, established relationship, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, handjobs, mentions of oral)

word count; +3k

a/n; i fear i'm going to be perpetually unhappy with this so i'm just biting the bullet and posting it and i'm camping so here it is an hour early!! — please be nice. if you’re interested in the original version cut from my Selenophiles series, you can find that here.

please think about leaving a comment/reblogging if you enjoy! i would appreciate either one to the actual ends of the earth.

Wrapped up in a softly hummed rendition of a song that had been rattling around in your brain all day, you didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or click shut again, not alerted to Stiles’ presence until his voice suddenly sounded just to the other side of the shower curtain.

“Hey.”

It was a simple greeting. Your boyfriend remaining entirely unaware as you flinched wildly in surprise and nearly slipped in the shower on the other side of the thin sheet of plastic that separated you.

“You mind if I brush my teeth real quick?” He asked.

Your heart was still pounding away in your chest from the scare but you forced out a breathy laugh as you reached for the shampoo.

“No, of course not,” You told him easily, “Why would I mind?”

Fingertips scrubbed at your scalp, the sounds of him already beginning to brush his teeth meeting your ears over the rush of the shower as he finally responded.

“I dunno,” He said, words garbled by the toothbrush and foam in his mouth, “You’re all.. naked, so-”

“Well that’s very noble of you,” You smiled softly to yourself, “But you really didn’t have to ask.”

“Noted.” He said through a mouthful of foam before spitting into the sink.

As you began to rinse suds from your hair, you heard the telltale clacking of his toothbrush against the side of the sink as he flicked beads of water away from the bristles. You were awaiting Stiles’ quick words of goodbye when there was a loud knock at the bathroom door.

“Stiles! You in the shower?” His father’s voice sounded loudly from the hallway.

Your heart thumped quick in your chest with sudden misplaced adrenaline and you found yourself poking your head outside of the shower curtain only to be greeted by Stiles already looking in your direction with wide brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah!” He called back weakly, gaze darting around the small room as if he might suddenly find a perfect place to hide.

“Does he not know I’m here?” You whispered sharply, brows pinched together in confusion.

“No.” Stiles hissed back, “I’m kind of a little bit grounded-”

“What?” You interrupted, still whispering despite your incredulity. “You’re grounded?”

“It’s an unspoken kind of thing but definitely implied and- And I didn’t think he’d be home ‘til late!” Stiles defended in an equally hushed whisper.

“Alright, well.. You mind if I just come in and grab the Asprin real quick?” Sheriff Stilinski's voice asked loudly.

Stiles’ eyes seemed to widen even further with a small squeak of distress, “Um-”

You threw the shower curtain open just enough to to fist your hand in the front of his shirt, yanking him forward until he stumbled and was forced to climb over the lip of the bathtub. The shower curtain was tugged back closed just as the doorknob turned and Stiles’ father cautiously peeked into the room through a cloud of steam.

Stiles was now the one standing directly under the spray of warm water, his pajamas quickly soaking through and plastering themselves to his body.

He was unable to help the way his eyes immediately dropped to the wet skin of your naked chest, but somehow, your instincts seemed to know exactly what was coming next because your hand found its way up to cover his mouth just before a soft groan could slip past his lips, the sound of it smothered by your palm.

“Sorry, my head’s killin’ me.” The Sheriff apologized as the medicine cabinet clicked open.

You uncovered Stiles’ mouth slowly and with caution, narrowing your eyes and tipping your head in a silent urge for him to formulate some sort of response. Brown eyes flicked between yours, his tongue poking out to wet his lips enticingly before he responded to his father.

“Nah, it’s cool, dad. Uh.. No biggie.”

Stiles’ eyes found their way to your naked chest yet again, bouncing back up to your face for a fraction of a second only for his gaze to fall back down to your breasts as if drawn there by an unstoppable force. His mind was decidedly blank, suddenly equipped with only enough brainpower to attempt to memorize the exact shade of your pert nipples in the soft light of the bathroom. A few beads of water from your hair curled their way around your collarbone, pooling in the small dip in your clavicle before welling over and cascading down to the swell of your breast.

You watched him swallow hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as the shower continued to spray against his fully-clothed back.

“Right. Well. G’night.” Sheriff Stilinski called out as the medicine cabinet slammed shut again.

The boy’s eyes snapped up to yours at the sharp sound, a pink flush creeping up his neck from either the warm steam of the shower, the sight of your naked body, or most likely some combination of the two.

“N-night, daddio-” Stiles replied in an admittedly high voice, shaking his head at his you in warning as he watched you pinch your lips between your teeth to hold back a laugh.

The bathroom door finally closed with a loud click and you let your head drop forward onto your boyfriend’s shoulder as you released a quiet giggle.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out.

“Sorry,” Stiles apologized, “For, uh, invading your shower.”

You lifted your head, “I quite literally pulled you in against your will.”

Stiles nodded, “Yeah. I, uh, I guess you did.”

You snorted softly in amusement and watched his eyes flick over your face in a slow trail. His gaze eventually found something of interest behind you and he seemed to hone in on it with a determined focus.

“What are you looking at?” You questioned quietly, craning your neck to examine the shower products on the shelf at your back before returning your gaze to the boy in front of you.

“I, uh.. Well. Literally, y’know.. Anything but your extremely naked body.” He choked out weakly.

A smile pulled at your lips and you inched forward to drag your hands lightly over the soaked-through cotton of his shirt, “There something wrong with my naked body, Stilinski?”

You’d said the words with a teasing lilt to your voice, but Stiles’ eyes seemed to snap back to your own sharply, “No! No, absolutely nothing-” He denied immediately.

“Okay, well, you are allowed to look, y’know,” You told him softly, like you were revealing a secret, “It isn’t like it’s anything you haven’t already seen-”

“Well, yeah but, you- You’re trying to shower and.. If I’m being totally honest, if I look now I’m gonna get painfully hard painfully fast ‘cause I’m already barely holding on here-”

At his words, you shuffled back just a fraction so you could peek down in between you, your eyes catching on the wet, tented fabric of his pajama bottoms. Your hands twitched with the desperate need to touch and you hesitated for only a second before taking ahold of the soaked material of his shirt beneath your fingers.

“Maybe you should shower, too,” You interrupted, licking your lips as you gazed back up at your boyfriend, “I mean, your dad already thinks you are, and you’re already all wet, so y’know.. We should probably get you naked-”

The moment the word left your mouth, you tightened your fingers around wet fabric and stammered quietly, ridiculously nervous considering that you were already naked. And wet.

“-And clean. Naked, to clean your- To wash your body, obviously. I mean, it only makes sense, right?” You suggested eagerly.

The fabric of his shirt inched up his torso, your deft hands revealing his hips and the thick trail of hair at his belly button, but that was where you stopped, waiting for him to give some sort of approval before lifting it any further.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s smart.” He agreed quickly, nodding for you to continue.

You stripped him of the wet article, dropping it at the opposite end of the tub with a quiet smack. When your eyes returned to his, Stiles barely held your gaze before he was cupping your face and dragging your mouth to his. He turned you back into the shower wall and you sighed in contentment as the spray of warm water finally cascaded over the side of your body once again, pleasant goosebumps erupting over your skin.

Stiles’ kisses were an enigma and they very nearly managed to catch you by surprise every time — the way he devoured your mouth with so much hunger yet was still somehow able to hold you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His lips dragged over yours sickly sweet, thumb stroking over your cheek, fingertips digging into your scalp beneath wet hair.

You only managed to hold out for a few desperate brushes of his mouth before you were parting your lips beneath his in silent invitation. When his tongue teased against yours, you caught the taste of mint left behind from his toothpaste and you couldn’t hold back the groan that poured from your mouth into his. You suddenly found yourself craving the taste of it, prodding your own tongue between his lips on the next kiss to chase the lingering flavor in his mouth.

The wet drag of his pajama pants against your naked thighs beneath the stream of water was an immediate reminder that he was still wearing the wet article of clothing and you flicked at them idly, fingertips dipping beneath the drawstring waist. His stomach tensed beneath your hands and he pulled back from the kiss just enough to drop his forehead to yours, eyes raking over your face slowly as he attempted to catch his breath.

“What, um. What do you- I mean, do you, um..” His eyes pinched shut in frustration as his own inability to convey himself.

Your hand slid over his water-slick hip, arm circling around his waist until you could run your fingertips gently along his spine beneath the water, forcing a contented sigh from his kiss-swollen mouth at the contact.

You licked your lips in thought, “I could either jerk you off in here, or we could wait and I can blow you in your bedroom,” You offered quietly, “I’d blow you in here but I’m honestly not entirely sure how it would work with all the water in my face and-”

Stiles nearly whimpered, “You cannot say that shit and seriously expect me to not blow my load, like, immediately.”

Your mouth twisted up into a grin, “Sorry.”

You weren’t.

He dragged you just a bit closer beneath the spray, bare chests sliding against one another. A shaky exhale left his lips and cascaded across your damp cheek, his nose skating softly against clean skin as he craned down to push his face into your neck.

“No you’re not.” He shot back without hesitation.

You sighed softly, head tipping back of its own accord in an open invitation for his lips to find your skin. The soaked through material of his pajama bottoms did nothing to hide the warm, hard length of him pressing against your hip. You slipped your hand just a bit farther beneath the damp cotton until your fist found its home around him, beginning to move in firm jerks as a choked groan sounded in his throat.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed easily.

“Jesus Christ.”

“So?” You asked quietly, words spilling out toward the ceiling as your head rested against the shower wall.

“Huh?” Stiles articulated weakly, the sound swallowed up by the way his mouth was pressed into the skin beneath your jaw. A large hand slipped down the length of your spine, long fingers finding their way to your ass, merely resting there for a moment before a flick of your wrist seemed to spur him on, hand tightening over the soft flesh as he dragged you up against him just a bit harder.

Your ankle hooked around his knee easily, pulling yourself up a bit higher, warm, wet cotton still separating you as you continued to work his length beneath the material.

“Handjob in shower or blowjob in room.” You repeated the options stiffly, thoughts scattered from the feel of his fingertips digging into your backside.

“Shit.” He murmured against your neck, his hips jerking forward to meet your hand, making the movement of your wrist more difficult when it was pinned between your bodies. “I- Um.. I.. Shit-”

“It’s kinda looking like its gonna be handjob if you don’t decide otherwise pretty quick here-”

“But I-” A sharp sound was pulled from him when your hand slipped over the head of his cock, a delicious but quiet uh squeaking out onto the wet skin of your throat. “God, I really want your mouth but-” A quiet groan interrupts him but he carries on after only a brief pause, “If you stop I might die.”

He says the words so seriously that you can’t help the small laugh that pops out.

“Oh, so you want both? That’s what you’re telling me?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, fuck.. Please-”

“Seems a little-” Its your hushed words that are cut off this time, a small gasp of surprise falling from your lips when the hand on your ass creeps lower, hiking your leg up higher as two of his fingers find your wet entrance. “Little, um. A little greedy, don't you- Ah! Don’t you think?” Your teasing statement was tainted halfway through as he dipped his fingers inside, long and thick and pushing in to the third knuckle almost immediately.

He begins thrusting in time with the jerks of your hand, synchronized gasps and groans falling from your mouths for a minute before he thinks to respond.

“If you think I’m not gonna give as good as I get then-”

His words cut off with an unabashed moan against wet skin and you nosed at his jaw until he tipped his head up to meet your lips, your scolding shh silenced within the kiss.

“-Then you don’t think very highly of me, huh?” He continued as if he’d never paused at all, his words murmured between slick lips as his mouth slid against yours again and again. “It’d, uh- It’d be a fair trade-”

“Yeah?”

The whispered question was stolen from your mouth when he licked inside, hot and dirty as his nose pushed into your cheek.

“Yeah.”

His own utterance of the word was swallowed up by your gasp when his fingers crooked just so the next time he pushed them in deep. Your grip on him fell slack for only a moment before you recovered with newfound determination, matching his efforts as he sped up the rhythm of his hand.

Your thigh hitched up on his waist that much higher, all but consumed by the desperate hunger you felt to be closer. He returned the sentiment, pulling you in and crowding you back and devouring each of your sounds until it seemed as if he were everywhere all at once.

You traded kisses between stuttered breaths and heady gasps, bodies rolling into one another’s hands as you both chased after the tight pleasure coiling in your guts and building up, higher, stronger, closer–

Stiles came first, a soft whine against your tongue when your fist circled at the head of his cock, twisting and pulling his release from him in thick spurts beneath the wet cotton of his pajama bottoms. You worked him through it, taking control of the kiss as he went slack with his orgasm and finally pushing his pants to the floor of the bathtub with a wet thwack once his hips stopped twitching into your hand.

He fell back into the kiss urgently and you relinquished control without a fight, weak to do little more than throw an arm around his shoulders for support as he redoubled his efforts to make you come.

Thighs trembling, toes curling, your muscles tensed as you were worked closer and closer to your peak. His fingers hit a spot deep inside of you with every thrust and each time sparks danced up your spine with the impact, sharp noises of pleasure were dragged from your lips.

“Sti-” You whined softly, wet mouth falling against his cheek as you tried to alert him to your swiftly approaching release, “’m so close. Shit, I- ’m so close-”

“Shit,” He returned in an urgent whisper, “Shit, okay-”

He eased his hips back from your own, his free hand falling to the apex of your thighs. His lips covered yours again as he began swirling his fingertips around the swollen bud there and your whole body jolted at the sensation. Your mouth fell open with a soft cry as you came, the glide of his fingers both smoother and more sharp as he worked you through it.

As you came down you were panting, hot breaths mingling between your mouths. The steam of the shower felt almost cloying, both of you a little lightheaded from the heat and the exertion. You cracked your eyes open and found his gaze already on you, eyes hooded and heavy, the tip of his nose bumping your own.

“Holy shit.”

It came out as nothing more than a whisper against his lips, your chest heaving in time with his as you both fought to catch your breath. You loosened the tight grip your arm had taken up around his shoulders and neck, mouth slack as you tried to pull in enough oxygen to clear your head.

“That was-”

“Yeah.” He whispered in agreement, forehead falling against yours.

The tip of your thumb pressed into a dark freckle on his chest as your hand made its way down from his shoulder in a slow drag over slick skin. You swallowed around your dry mouth as your leg finally fell free from its place around him and provided instant relief to your muscles.

“You sure you can handle two more orgasms?” You questioned breathlessly, not entirely sure which response you wanted to hear as you swayed against him in the overpowering steam of the shower.

In lieu of an immediate response, his gaze fell downward and your own followed on instinct, catching sight of the long thickness of his cock, already fattening back up against his thigh with arousal.

Tongue feeling suddenly heavy, you were filled with the urge to fulfill your teasing promise, to work him toward his peak all over again with your mouth.

You voice was a breathless whisper when it finally sounded.

“Oh.”

[bruisedboys]

please write for tmr!thomas i beg of you

tmr!thomas x reader | established relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort, 1k words (set in the scorch trials!)

you, thomas and your friends find sanctuary from the scorch with the right arm. unfortunately, they don’t provide any sanctuary from nightmares.

“Are you awake?”

Thomas feels you shift under his arm. You’re curled into his side, arm slung over his chest and thigh pressed to his. He hums.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” he murmurs back. “What’s up?”

He feels your hand glide across his stomach and your fingers curl around his hip. It makes him shiver.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Just thinking.”

Thomas huffs. Typical you, keeping yourself awake for no good reason. “Stop thinking and go to sleep then, sweetheart. You need rest.”

You muffle a giggle in his shirt. It warms his chest all the way through. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re keeping me up,” Thomas says back, only half serious. “Go to sleep.”

Eventually you do as he says. These days Thomas always always has waits for you to fall asleep first before letting himself drift off. It makes him feel better about himself. He does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and healthy and happy, but it’s hard when you’re on your own in a sick world, running from a government organisation that wants you for your blood.

The Scorch has been unforgiving, but you’ve braved through like you always do, never once complaining, always making sure the rest of the group are okay. Thomas thinks someone as lovely as you doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this. It’s half the reason he’s as determined as he is the find somewhere safe.

Well, you’ve found sanctuary for now, at least, with the Right Arm. You and Thomas are sharing a tent with the rest of the group — Minho, Newt, Frypan — none of whom seem to be willing to seperate from each other, despite the spare tents the Right Arm offers. It speaks volumes about where the real safety net is.

Eventually Thomas falls asleep too. He’s not sure how long he sleeps until he’s woken by you. You don’t mean to wake him, he thinks, but he’s a bad sleeper at the best of times, and he’s got a sixth sense for this kind of thing, anyway.

He blinks his eyes open sluggishly. It’s dark, but the campfire still flickers outside the tent, so he can just make out your figure. You’re sitting up straight, stiff as a board. Panic slices through his heart like a cold knife.

“Y/N?” He murmurs. He finds your thigh under the sleeping bag you’re sharing and braces his hand on it to help him sit up. “Baby, are you okay?”

Thomas’ eyes slowly adjust to the light until he realises, with a pang in his chest, that you’re crying. Thankfully, you don’t seem to be in any immediate danger. Everyone else is still fast asleep, and everything’s quiet outside the tent. Still, he doesn’t like the way your shoulders are shaking.

“Sorry,” you gasp. You’re holding your face in two clammy hands, fingers cruel where you scrub at your tears. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I just—“

“Bad dream?” Thomas asks gently. He can guess well enough. He’s had his fair share, and while he’s not an expert on the human mind or anything, he can see that you’re pretty shaken up.

You nod. Tears splash down your front. “Yeah,” you mumble. “Sorry.”

Thomas frowns at you as he brings his hand to your shoulder.

“Stop apologising,” he says, squeezing you gently. His drags his thumb across your collarbone, soothing. He doesnt want to think about what you’d’ve done if he hadn’t woken up. Would you have suffered all by yourself? The thought alone feels like a bullet to his heart. “It’s okay, babe, really. Can I give you a hug?”

You nod viciously. Thomas makes a pitying sound from deep in his chest and wraps you up in a hug, sliding his hand to the nape of your neck to encourage your head over his shoulder. You’re shaking like a leaf, your cheek damp and warm where it presses to his neck.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs to you. It’s all he can say, really. He can’t tell you it wasn’t real, because the chances that you had dreamed about something very real, and equally horrifying, are high. He strokes your hair, feeling a little useless but a lot sorry. “I’ve got you.”

Somebody stirs across the tent. Thomas watches over your shoulder as that somebody sits up.

“Thomas?” It’s Newt. His voice is raspy with sleep but he sounds concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Thomas feels something akin to a rush of gratitude for his empathetic friend. If anything was ever to happen to Thomas, he at least knows for certain Newt would take care of you.

“Yeah, Newt,” he says. “Everything’s fine. We’re good. Just a nightmare, I’ve got it.”

Newt hums and his lanky figure drops back to the tent floor. Meanwhile you’re sniffling over Thomas’ shoulder, your hands screwed into the back of his shirt.

Thomas can’t be sure if Newt’s still awake, but he doesn’t really care if his friend hears him or not. He’s past being embarrassed about how much he cares for you. Thomas draws back and takes your face in his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you.

“Not really,” you whisper back. Your anguished tone breaks Thomas’ heart clean in two.

“Okay. That’s alright,” Thomas tells you, as kind as he can when he’s up to his ears with worry. He swipes his thumbs over your cheeks, rubbing away your hot tears. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you want some water?”

You nod. Thomas reaches behind him to pull his metal flask from a meagre pile of supplies. He unscrews the lid and encourages the bottle into your hands.

“Here, babe,” he says softly. “It’ll help.”

He steadies your shaking hands with his own and helps you have a few gulps of water. When he returns the bottle to it’s place you’ve calmed significantly. Your cheeks are still damp and sticky but your tears have ebbed, at least.

Thomas smiles at you. He’s sure he looks sick with concern but he tries not to let it show, thumbing your cheek with as much tenderness as he can manage. “Let’s lie down, yeah? C’mon, sweetheart.”

He tugs you down with him. You slump onto his chest and push your hand under his shirt. You’re really warm, but it gives him goosebumps anyway.

“You’re safe with me,” he promises. It’s a promise he doesn’t plan on breaking, ever. He rubs your back. Big, rough sweeps that have you going lax in his arms almost instantaneously. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I promise.”

-

thank you for reading! please consider reblogging if you enjoyed, and feel free to send more reqs for thomas!

[bouncybongfairy]

All Around Me

Void Stiles x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.

Word Count: 2.5k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)

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It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friend’s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt who’d just given birth. You sat on your mother’s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone. 

Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)

You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parent’s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasn’t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didn’t have much mental focus for anything else. 

You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You weren’t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying. 

“Why are you acting scared?” the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest. 

He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down. 

“I asked why are you acting so scared?” he asked again. 

“Because you’re scaring me,” you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away. 

“Oh no, I know you don’t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?” he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend. 

“Is this your little boyfriend?” he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes. 

“Why are you with him if he’s not satisfying you?” he asked. 

“He can sat-” you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully. 

“Why do you keep lying?” he growled. 

“H-how would you know if..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing. 

“Do you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?” he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.

“Food, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, you’re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly can’t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? They’re scared to cross a line but that’s what’s different about them to me. I can’t be satisfied until I’ve crossed it,” he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.

Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldn’t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face. 

“You need to relax, take a drag,” he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you weren’t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldn’t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall. 

“Do you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldn’t be surprised but you can just ask,” he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it. 

“You know..” he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, “your fear is different than other people, there’s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so that  I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that I’ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,” he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.

He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldn’t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized you’d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didn’t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away. 

“How are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,” he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that you’re looking at each other face to face. 

“Your eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,” he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth. 

“Holy fucking shit,” you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair. 

“Oh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,” he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way you’d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum. 

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,” he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you, 

“Fuck I can’t get any closer,” he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down. 

“Void I’m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,” you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip. 

“Should I stop? I mean if you’re too sensitive then maybe I shouldn’t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,” he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle. 

“Yeah that’s what I fucking thought,” he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered, already half asleep.

“Rest now,” and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize it’s the crushed necklace from last night.

[jennyandforest]

To All The Stiles

Stiles Stilinski X Reader X Issac Lahey

Summary // I wondered how would To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before be if it was set in Teen Wolf? Then I made it.  Y/N is Laura Jean, Stiles is Peter and Issac is just added for fun.

PART 1 (don’t ask when part 2 is cause idk)

Author’s note // this does not follow the timeline of the show, I just kind of made it with characters I liked and remember so this is DEF not historically accurate.  

and of course it’s a love triangle ;) 

WARNINGS// teen drinking, drunk kiss, swearing

You frowned at what was supposed to be your lunch from the school cafeteria and pushed the tray slightly away from you. Guess you would just have to wait till you got home to eat. 

You looked around the cafeteria waiting for Stiles and Scott to come when Stiles slams open the door to the cafeteria. He makes a scared expression seemingly not knowing his own strength. He searches the cafeteria crowd for a few minutes, finally his eyes land on you and he begins marching over, clearly on a mission. 

He sits in front of you, “Be my girlfriend” He states rather than asks.

You scoff, “Well hello to you too. I thought you would’ve maybe started off with something like, I don’t know, how has your day been?” You say slowly opening and drinking your water. 

He grunts, closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly, “No I- I mean, pretend to be my girlfriend. I have this new theory I made up,” You hum in response for him to continue, “You see, I think this will work! If I make you my girlfriend, pretend obviously,” 

“Obviously.” You agree 

“I could make Lydia super jealous! So jealous in fact, that she’ll be dying to date me and bam! I have Lydia as a girlfriend!” 

You look up from where you had been digging in your bag and watch him for a couple of seconds. You had been a transfer to Beacon Hills during your sophomore year; the pack instantly took you in and made you feel included. 

“Well?!” He asks impatiently. 

“I think it’s the worst idea ever. And anyways wouldn’t Lydia be more turned off that you have a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that make her go ‘whoa! he’s taken. Don’t want to mess with their relationship.’ And even if it did work, what would I get out of it?” 

Stiles scoffs, “Like I haven’t thought of that? And you’ll get-“ 

You stop paying attention as Issac Lahey enters the cafeteria with all the new popular kids that seemed to turn gorgeous overnight. It was like they were on one of those makeover shows you and Allison watch together, super bizarre. You have been swooning over Issac as soon as he had his transformation. What could you say? The man was hot! And he knew it! It was like he was walking on air. And the way the light hits his chestnut curls. And the way his lips are plum and pink and you could only imagine what was under that shir-

“Y/N. Y/N… Y/N!” Stiles yells at you as you openly gawk at Isaac. 

“Hmm?” You hum when Stiles puts his hands in front of your face. 

“Wow, I didn’t realize you have the hots for Issac…” Stiles says with an unreadable expression. 

You fluster, “What? I- I… No! I don’t- I-“ You falter and sign. “Okay, yeah, whatever.” 

Stiles continues to stare at you for a while, his face still unreadable. A second later he snaps out of it, “Uh, but yeah! Yeah! That’s good! That means if we go through with this we could even make Issac jealous and then you could be with him!” 

You let out a breath and look from Stiles to Issac. Issac, leaning back in his chair, clearly not a trouble in the world, surrounded by other good looking people all chatting and laughing. 

Who knows this may actually work. And what’s the worst that could happen? Sure, Stiles was just a good friend but you’ve seen him go on dates and he treated each girl amazing. 

You make a face as you contemplate more while Stiles sits on the edge of his seat staring at you, eager for your answer. 

You lick your lips and sigh, “What’s Scott gonna say?” 

“YES!” Stiles yells, pumping his fist in the air.

You widen your eyes and look around seeing if people were staring, they were. “Stiles!” You whisper yell. “Stop, people are staring!” 

“Oh! Let them stare!” Stiles booms still on a high. 

You scoff and hide your face as more people stare. 

“What’s going on?” Scott’s ask as he stands next to the table, looking around.

“Oh, just that me and Y/N are now a thing!” Stiles starts off saying then yells the end, announcing it to everyone. 

Your eyes go big and you feel your face start to heat up. You look over to where Issac is sitting and notice him staring toward your direction, slightly smirking. 

“What?! I didn’t even know you two liked each other!” Scott says surprised. 

“We were keeping it a secret.” Stiles coos, taking your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks grow rosy and you snap your hand back. Scott frowns. 

“Uh, Stiles, sweetie,” you say through a forced smile getting up from the table and grabbing your bag.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He coos coming toward you. 

“I think we need to have a little talk.” You fake coo through a forced smile. 

“Oh, talk about wha-“ Stiles gets cut off by you grabbing his shirt in your fist and dragging him out the cafeteria. 

Stiles laughs and looks at Scott’s confused face, “She can’t get enough of me!” 

Y/N drags Stiles all the way to a secluded table in the gardens of the school. Y/N throws her bag on the table and laughs in disbelief. “What?” Stiles asks, clueless.

“What the fuck was that back there?” You ask in disbelief. 

“Oh! I wanted to announce it and let everyone know. Then I laid it on thick.” Stiles grinned ear-to-ear, obviously proud of himself. 

You stared at him with crazy eyes. “Oof, you’re giving me crazy eyes… I don’t know why…” 

“Okay! We need rules!” You demand.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Rules?” 

“Yes, I can’t do this if you're going to act like that and we need to set boundaries.” 

Stiles sighs and sits down at the table, “Fine, what kind of rules.” 

“Okay,” you sit down too, “first of all, no cringey pet names.” 

Stiles nods, “Okay I can do that.” it grows quiet as the both of you think, “Oh! I’ll pick you up before and after school.” 

You stare at him confused, “But Stiles, I have my own car…  And plus I get out super late because of Volleyball.” 

Stiles shakes his head. “Nope, it's non negotiable. It’s what a boyfriend would do.” 

You both sit in silence thinking. “Mmm!” Y/N pipes up, “No kissing on the mouth.” 

Stiles makes a face of horror, “What? No kissing? How are people going to believe we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?!” 

“You could still kiss me on the cheek or forehead but not on the mouth.” 

“What…” Stiles mumbles in disbelief, looking around trying to make sense of anything. 

“Yes, we’re doing this Pretty Woman style.” 

“You know in Pretty Woman she lets him kiss her, like, in the middle of the movie!” He tries to argue. 

You shake your head. “Nope, it’s non negotiable.” You smirk using his line back at him.

Stiles narrows his eyes at you then grunts, “Fine! But that means you’re coming with me to Lydia’s birthday party.” 

Whoa! Lydia’s birthday party was the annual party where all teens got drunk and had sex upstairs in the rooms. She only threw these giant parties if it was going to be packed, if it wasn’t going to be wild she would cancel them.

But the more you thought of it, the more certain you were that this thing between you and Stiles would be long over. So, that’s the only reason why you tell him, “Okay. Let’s do this.” 

He nods and puts his hand out for you to shake. You snort a laugh then go to shake his hand. 

~*~ 

You were home sitting at your kitchen bar counter having breakfast, texting Allison everything that happened between you and Stiles. You knew you were supposed to keep it a secret but Allison is your best friend. You guys tell each other everything. When you overheard your mom mumble. 

“¿Qué está haciendo él?” What is he doing. 

You turn around in your chair and see where your mom is looking out the window, to find Stiles coming out of his jeep with a bouquet of pink roses. Your eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no! You wanted to leave your mom out of this! 

Your mom turns to face you with a questionable look on her face. “When were you going to tell me you are going out with him?” 

“U-uh- uh, uh,” you stammer looking for an answer. The doorbell rings. You and your mom stare at the front door, both not moving. 

Your mom goes to open the door. “Hi Ms. Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up Y/N.” 

Your mom furrows her eyebrows at him, “Why? Is there something wrong with her car?” 

You stifle a laugh as Stiles starts to stutter. “Ah, n-no, well, I-it's just that, Y-Y/N and I are k-kinda going out.” 

Your mom turns to look at you with her eyebrows raised. 

You let out a breath and gave her a shy smile. “Uh… yeah.” You tell her. 

“Hmm.” Your mom goes and leaves the foyer and goes upstairs leaving you and Stiles alone. As soon as she’s gone you instantly shoot Stiles and ‘what the hell’ look as he shrugs his shoulders, looking around wide-eyed and nervous.

You take the flowers and throw them on the kitchen counter and grab your bag. You walk and push Stiles out the door and to the Jeep. “Bye, mom!” You call out before closing the door and locking it. 

You sigh and look at Stiles like he’s insane. “Why the hell did you bring me a bouquet of flowers?!” You whisper yell as to not let your mom overhear, knowing she’s probably already watching from the front window. 

“I thought it would be a nice touch!” Stiles whisper yells back, exacerbated. 

“Okay! G-get in the car.” You still whisper yell. You and Stiles both fake smiles and get in the car as you see your mom standing in the front window now staring at the both of you. 

Stiles goes to start the Jeep only for the engine to sputter. You let out a defeated sigh and mumble, “Oh god..” 

“Don’t worry. It’ll start up right now.” Stiles tries the engine again, it again fails. You look up and see your mom still staring at the both of you. “Okay Stiles! Let’s go!” 

He scoffs, “You don’t see me trying?!” 

“Aww, shit.” You mumble defeated trying to ignore your mom’s piercing gaze. 

Stiles tries again, this time the engine roaring to life. He laughs in disbelief, “Ah, ah. Okay and we’re off.” 

You were starting to think this fake relationship would be a terrible idea. 

~*~

You and Stiles walked into the school with Stiles’ arm draped over you. To say everyone was staring would be an understatement. People were turning around and gawking. Then they would whisper in their groups. “When did they get together?” “I thought they were only friends?”  

You could feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You never had this much attention on you. You turned down a hallway where Issac was up against a locker surrounded by people, laughing. You stared at him and he actually looked back at you. You were taken aback at him openly looking you up and down. Stiles saw this too and frowned. He moved his arm from around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you into him more. You looked up at Stiles’ face to see him slightly glaring at Isaac. All Issac did back was deepen his smirk.

Further along the hallway you saw Lydia talking with a group of girls. Her attention catches when she sees you and Stiles, immediately she loses her train of thought leaving the girls in the group confused. 

Wow, holy shit. Stiles’s stupid plan was actually working. You couldn’t believe it! 

You and Stiles stop in front of your algebra class. He leans down toward your ear and whispers, “Nice job.” 

You look up at him as he hands you a folded piece of paper. He smiles when you take it. He watches as you head into class, giving a quick glance towards Lydia’s direction. His smile deepens as he notices her staring. 

~*~

It was now afternoon and the school day was coming to a wrap. You were in your last class of the day (chemistry) before volleyball practice would start soon. You had this class with Allison and also, to your constant attempts not to stare, Issac. 

“I’m going to go get more test tubes.” Allison told you, you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the chemical you were pouring into the beaker. 

“So… you and Stiles.” A smooth voice says next to you.

You snap your head to your side and see Issac sitting in Allison’s lab stool, casually leaning on the counter of the chemistry lab with the most charming smile on his face. 

Your eyes shoot open wide as you snap your head back toward the front and slam the glass beaker a little too hard on the counter. 

“Huua.” A noise escapes your mouth. You immediately clear your through. “Uh- I mean, h-hey Issac.” 

His smile widens. “So you and him are together? Or was that just him clinging onto you with that little crush he has?” 

Crush? Stiles never had a crush on you. It was always Lydia. Or at least that’s what you thought. 

“Y-yeah. We got together recently.” You turn your head to see his reaction.

He hums. “Surprised he managed to get someone like you.” He very quickly looks your body up and down that most wouldn’t have caught him, but you did. 

Your cheeks flush as a small smile plays on your lips. You both stare at each other, smiling softly. Your stomach does somersaults as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Hey, they only had these old test tubes.” Allison announces not realizing the moment she’s ruining. 

“I-“ you begin but Issac cuts you off. 

“I should get back to my lab partner, but, I’ll see you around.” He smirks as he gently pinches your cheek and leaves. 

You freeze and slowly turn your head to Allison as she looks at you with wide eyes. 

She lets out a breathy laugh, “Did I just really stumble upon that?” 

“Please tell me what you saw because I don’t even think I believe it…” 

“I guess the plan is working?” 

You grin and turn back around to your project. 

After school Stiles waits for you in front of the Jeep, deep in conversation with Scott. So deep that he and Scott don’t notice you walking toward them.

“But that’s what I’m saying! Seeing her reaction to things is starting to make me feel attrac-“

“Hey guys!” You interrupt clueless to what Stiles was about to confess. 

Stiles stutters caught by surprise. “H-h-hey Y/N.” 

“What were you guys talking about?“ 

“Nothing!” Both the guys quickly yell. 

You furrow your eyebrows looking between them suspiciously. “Okay…” you shake your head, “Stiles! I have to say this plan is fucking brilliant! It’s working so well! Issac was all over me today in chemistry and-“ 

“Whoa! What do you mean all over you?” Stiles frowned. 

“Well, like, he physically wasn’t… But his eyes were!” You grinned and spread out your arms as you dreamily looked at the sky. You let out a gentle breath, “Is… is this what love feels like?” You snort a laugh, joking around. You look back down at the two boys staring at you with stunned expressions. 

“Joke! Joke! It was a joke!” You exclaimed, putting your hands up in surrender. 

“Uh… yeah… I’m gonna head out.” Scott announces quickly leaving you alone with a now upset Stiles. 

“Alright, where do you want to eat? Mine, yours, or out?” You turn your head to the side as you question him. 

He frowned, “I don’t care.” 

“Okay… Then let's go to that new restaurant in old town?” You ask.

He only nods in return. You furrow your eyebrows as you both get into the jeep. What was his deal? This was his idea after all. Did he just not want to hang out with you? 

You both sat in silence as Stiles drove to the restaurant. You in confused silence, Stiles in angry silence. 

You were halfway to the restaurant until you finally cracked and broke the silence, “Okay, what the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting like a passive aggressive jerk.” 

His eyebrows shot up as he let out a loud scoff, “Me? You're the one throwing yourself on Issac when, shall I remind you, you have a boyfriend!” He exclaimed the last part. 

Now it was your turn to let out a loud scoff, “A fake boyfriend! And I don’t see why that’s a problem when that was the specific reason you, yeah, it was you if I have to remind you, came up with this plan!” 

He sat staring at the road in annoyed silence, knowing you were right. It was his plan. But he didn’t expect to feel jealousy whenever he saw you with Issac or heard news about the two of you. He could only imagine that cocky bastard using sweet nothing liners on you and you completely falling for it. It made his blood boil. His fist tightened on the steering wheel just at the thought of it. 

It was your plan, he thought. Why did he even create this stupid idea? Oh, right, Lydia. Was Lydia really worth all this? Stiles furrowed his brows as he contemplated. He did create this idea on the day Lydia wore her new skirt to class. He shifted in his seat, remembering her legs and the skirt that hardly covered her. Stiles then realized he’s never really looked at your legs before. And it was only fair to see if his fake girlfriend’s legs were-.... He side eyed you to see you staring out the window blankly. Once the coast was clear, he glanced down at your legs, seeing, to his dismay, you were wearing your spandex volleyball shorts. You had crossed your legs and leaned on the side panel unaware of Stiles now gawking at your legs. 

“Stiles! Watch the road!” You shouted as the jeep started to drive off the road.

“Oh shit!” He turned back to the road with furrowed eyebrows as he thought of a story of him and Lydia to see if you would have a similar reaction to him.

“You know, I think the plan is working. Because Lydia came up to me in Algebra and started making random talk with me but the whole time she was running her hand up and down my arm.” He said with a sly smile.

He quickly gave you a side eye to gauge your reaction. You inhaled sharply and shifted in your seat with annoyance giving a quick glance his way, only to catch him giving you the side eye. This asshole was trying to make you jealous! Two could play that game.

You quickly moved out of your annoyance state and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Well! That’s great! Hey, maybe at the end of this we’ll both be in a relationship!” You chirped. And to your satisfaction, saw him grimace. 

~*~

You both sat in a booth in this new cozy, hole-in-the-wall restaurant whose lighting was a bit too dark, especially for such an overcast day. 

“I have a fettuccine alfredo and a club sandwich.” The server announced putting the correct dishes in front of you both. “So, do you kids know what you’re going to study at university?” She asked, trying to make light conversation.

But light conversation was the last thing you would call that subject. For Stiles it was the best question an adult could ask him, he loved this question. Hell, he already had a 10 year plan that, of course, happened to involve Lydia. But for you, it was a whole different story. You didn’t even know what you wanted to do tomorrow let alone 10 years from now. 

As Stiles' rant about his 10 year plan came to an end the server looked over at you waiting to hear your answer, “And you, my dear?” immediate dread took over you.

You gave a quick smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Still undecided.” 

“Oh! We’ll I hope you figure it out! Don’t want to be wasting time on your parents' money!” She chuckled as she walked away. Guilt immediately filled you. 

“Hey, don’t listen to her. You’ll figure it out.” Stiles says softly.

You nod in response and start eating your fettuccine alfredo. “But… What do you want to do after high school?” He asks still in that gentle tone almost as if the question alone was some type of emotional bombing.

“I…” You trail off. “I- I don’t know.” You look up at him to see him looking at you with his full attention, not even picking up his club sandwich yet. “It’s like they tell you to go after your dream but never say how to, they expect you to come up with that part. But, it’s also like, what if I don’t have big dreams? None of my dreams include doing something in the workforce.” You look down, now quiet.

“What kind of dreams do you have?”

You let out a small sigh as you start to daydream. “To live on a little island in Greece and not have to worry about working the 9 to 5 or working until I’m at the age where I can finally retire but by that time I’m too old to do the things I wanted to try out.” You pause. He nods at you to continue, “I want to live a life where I’m free to do and go as I please. I want to try out new hobbies of interest. I want to surf, I want to try painting, I want to travel to different places and get lost in new cities. Fuck, like, I even want to do ‘lame’, you finger quote lame “stuff like learn crochet.” You finish and look up at him. 

He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he looks at you, “I- I want to do those things with you. All of them. I want to go with you.” He confesses. Your heart soares.

“I’d like that.” You say softly, both of you staring and smiling at the other. 

~*~

You open your front door to find Stiles looking down at his phone. When he hears the door open he looks up and lets out an exhale, “Okay, let’s go.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, “Go where?”

He looks at you dumbfounded, “Didn’t you read my note I gave you earlier?” Your blank face causes him to groan and slump his body dramatically, “We’re going to that freshmen Liam’s party.” 

You make a disgusted face, “I’m not going to some random freshmen’s party.”

“No! No! That’s what I thought at first too. I thought it was going to be a lame freshmen party but turns out everyone from school s’gonna crash the party. I mean like everyone.” 

You make a face. “Is that what this Liam kid wants? Like what if his intention was some quaint little party with him and all his little freshmen buddies and now everyone’s going to crash and ruin his night.”

“Okay, you care way too much about some freshmen’s feelings,” He mumbles, “And this is something he wants! Throw a huge rager and become infamous at school your freshman year? Yeah! He wants this.” 

You push out your lips to the side, “I- Uh- No.”

“No?!” He asked, shocked.

“No. Nope. I will not go.” You state crossing your arms for extra emphasis. 

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “No, no! Parties are non-negotiable as per contract.” 

Now it was your turn to let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Only non-negotiable party in contract is your little girlfriend Lydia’s party.” You threw in the little jab making him feel lighter knowing he was in fact making you jealous. 

“Well, your little boyfriend will be at this party.” 

You gave a surprised look, “He will?!” 

He scoffed as he poked his tongue in his cheek, “Yep, knew you’d go for that.” He mumbled to himself. 

You opened the door wide for Stilies to come in as you ran upstairs shouting “Just let me change.”

~*~

Stiles was in-fact right, this party was a rager. Liam’s two-story house was pouring out with people. Drunk teens littered the front lawn, passed out from drinking, their red solo cups still in hand. You could feel the vibration of the music as soon as you got out of the jeep. Stiles came up to you on your side of the jeep. 

“I don’t know about this Stiles…” You mutter. 

“What? No! It’ll be fun. C’mon.” His hand engulfed your hand and you couldn’t help but notice the size difference. It made you feel ‘warm fuzzies’ as Allison called it whenever she would describe her dates with Scott. 

As the two of you walked through the house a lot of people you didn’t recognize greeted Stiles. You knew Stiles knew a few people from school but you didn’t think it came to this extent. Why would he only hang with you and Scott if he knew this many people? You were a bit perplexed to say the least. It felt like you morphed into a Twilight Zone episode where Stiles was a popular jock. Finally you recognized Scott and Allison in the kitchen, Allison sitting on the counter as Scott made them drinks.

“Hey!” Allison called as she saw the two of you making your way to the kitchen. 

“How are the lovebirds?” Scott slurred a little as he handed Allison her drink. 

Stiles grinned as he whispered something in Scott’s ear causing Scott to have a shit-eating grin plaster his face. “Whoa! No way!”

You and Allison both look at each other with quizzical looks. Allison shakes her head, “Men. Will never understand the species. What do you want to drink? There’s vodka, peach schnapps, henny and more.” 

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Can you make me something please?” You stretch out the word please. 

“Coke and Malibu?” She questions. You frown and shake your head, “Hm! Dirty shirley?” 

You gasp in excitement, “Yes!” 

As the party progressed, even more people came making you question how much more full could this house get? Stiles and Scott were now retelling funny lacrosse stories. You never knew how much Stiles was the life of the party, he brought almost like a light to the party. He was definitely charming everyone.

“No! I yelled ‘Coach you don’t know what you’re doing with that racket!’” Stiles exclaimed retelling a story to a, now, group of people. You all laughed at the joke. You were four dirty shirleys in and to say you were feeling a bit tipsy would be an understatement. 

As Scott and Stiles started retelling another lacrosse story, you surveyed the party. People crowded the living room, making it into a makeshift dance floor playing old 80’s disco songs. Now that you thought about it, who the hell was on aux? 80’s disco? What was this Ma? A figure caught your eye. Issac was standing outside by the poolside. He seemed to be doing the same as you, surveying the party. You waited until his eyes found yours. You were feeling bold from all the booze and decided to give him a flirty smile. He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded in acknowledgement. “I’ll be right back.” You told the group as you walked over to where Issac was standing. 

You felt like spilled liquid creeping to the edge of a counter. The feeling of liquid courage helped relax your body that you now walked with a little swing in the hip. You walked right up to Issac’s group as he smirked at you.

“Hi. Do you want to go somewhere a little more, quiet.” You purred staring into his blue eyes.

He grinned “What took you so long?” He put his arm over your shoulder as you both led each other into the woods behind Liam’s house. 

It was a beautiful clear night, you could see the stars so clearly as if someone lassoed each one and brought them closer to earth. You and Issac were sitting crossed legged across from each other, knees touching, and huge smile on both your faces. 

“You're pretty.” Issac slurred badly but all it made you do was giggle.

 He started rubbing his palms up and down your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. “Tell me when to stop.” 

You shook your head “Don’t stop.” Even though you were both in the woods the moon was so full that it illuminated the area. You furrowed your eyebrows now noticing how bright it was for nighttime, you looked up and the moon was huge!

“Whoa! Look at the moon!” You exclaimed in your drunken state. “When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie that’s amore,” You sang, not paying attention to Issac's reaction. 

Issac stared at the moon with horror-stricken eyes. Of course this would happen tonight, the night you finally choose to come up and make a move on him. He thought maybe he wouldn't shift, if he tried and controlled it hard enough just maybe it wouldn’t happen. But then you turned to Issac and all the control went out the door. 

“Hey, Issac, I always wanted to tell you how attractive you are.” You slurred heavily. His mouth opened, shocked at the confession. “I just want to try something. Tell me when to stop.” Your hands now found his thighs and started rubbing them. His breath hitched as the urge to shift became more uncontrollable. You leaned in, your lips ghosting his but not quite touching him. His heart was pounding, until finally you gave him a deep passionate kiss. 

Issac immediately pulled away and turned away from you, hands on the floor as he groaned. 

“Issac?” You asked confused. Was the kiss that bad? You thought, Damn, maybe you needed more practice. 

You frowned as Issac now groaned louder, his back hunched to you. “Uhh, Issac?” You asked now, a little paranoid it might be something worse than being a bad kisser. 

“Go back to the house!” He demanded but now in a deeper voice. 

You were stunned. What the hell is going on? “Issac, I told you to stop me if you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I made you feel-”

“It’s not you- it’s-” And then he gave a final extremely loud shout as his body shifted into werewolf form. 

You were horror-struck as you looked at his now wolf form. His large fangs, his fur, his red eyes. You immediately crawled backward, too scared to even stand up and run. “What the fuck?!” You screamed. 

You stared into the red eyes as his now deep voice said, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

You now registered you could get up and immediately started running back toward the house. Your lungs felt like they were going to explode by the time you found Stiles in the living room dancing with Lydia. Okay, fucking really? You leave for twenty minutes and he’s over here dancing with Lydia? Well you did just kiss Issac… Uh! We’ll save that for another day. 

“Stiles!” You yell out of breath as you bump into him.

“Owh!” He gets the wind knocked out of him. 

“We gotta go! Issac- He’s- he’s-!” You stutter in a frenzy.

“What the fuck did he do?” Stiles asks now stern and angry. 

“Let’s go!” You grab his hand before he can say anything more and drag him through the body of people dancing to Kc And The Sunshine Band. Seriously, what is up with this music at this party? Is Liam’s mom dj or something? The two of you ran out toward the jeep. 

Stiles pulls out of the driveway frazzled by your emergency. “Okay! What happened?!” He asks now on the road. 

“I- I don’t know! One minute we’re kissing then the next he’s fucking transforming-” 

“Wait…you kissed him?!” He asks, outraged. 

“That’s not the point! Issac is a fucking animal!” 

“You’re damn right he is! Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?”

“No! Stiles I’m serious! His eyes went red, he had fur on him and I mean like fur! He had fangs for god’s sake!” 

Stiles went quiet. 

“Hello? Do you believe me?!” You ask, still frenzied. 

“Me and Scott tried to keep this away from your life as hard as possible.” He muttered. 

“What?!” 

You watched as he got out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s time for Y/N to know.”

[wildflowerdylan]

HAVING AN AFFAIR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Fred Fitzell x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, cheating.

Concept: Love, sex, and drugs. Starring Fred Fitzell, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and Mercury.

The sky was dim and cloudy, giving the appearance that it was about to rain - although, if you lived here you knew the little water droplets would never come. The air was empty and cold, too, leaving goose bumps on my arms like the crunch in a crunch bar. I push open the large doors to my modern apartment building and walk inside, letting the warm hit my skin aggressively. A few more steps in and I’m at the large, black elevators. I press the button until it turns red and wait for the elevator to come and take me back up to the eleventh floor. I finally hear a ding that indicates to me the elevator is about to open. Once the doors pry wide, I can see two people standing with each other and a cart to carry boxes. They both look exhausted - mentally and physically. 

I furrow my eyebrows as I recognize who it is I’m staring at. He looks up just as the word falls out of my mouth with surprise, “Fred?” The lean man looks at me with a soft smile, his brown eyes growing lighter. “Y/N?” He moves past the cart to reach out to me. I graciously take his sign of happiness and engulf him into a long hug. The hug couldn’t have lasted for much longer than 30 seconds before an uncomfortable cough comes from the woman who stood next to him moments ago. “Karen, this is an old… friend from high school… Y/N. Y/N, this is my… wife, Karen.” He looks back at me with a particular expression that lets me know Karen has no clue who I actually was to him and probably shouldn’t ever know - an ex. I nod my head regardless, “Are you two helping someone move in?” Karen shakes her head, stepping forward with the cart and grabbing Fred’s hand. “No, we actually just moved in ourselves.” I nod and smile, “That’s great! Looks like we’re new neighbors, then.” Fred shifts for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. “What floor are you?” I look up from the floor at Karen’s words, “I live on eleven. Apartment G.” They both nod, “We’re on eleven too,” Fred smiles. I nod my head once more, holding my hand in the elevator so that it doesn’t leave without me. “I guess that means I’ll see you both around then.” They both smile politely as I wave my hand carefully and retreat into the elevator with a soft smile.

A short ride later and I’m walking to my apartment. I find myself wondering which one is his with each door I pass. I sigh to myself as I reach my door. I loved my apartment. It was gorgeous and I spent a lot of time, effort, and money to make this place the home it is now. But that didn’t change the heartbreak I suddenly felt all over again from when Fred and I broke up years ago. I remember it was right before we graduated college and we had both realized two very big things. 1, we were going to different places in life. 2, our whole relationship was based on drug use and merc. So, we mutually agreed to end things. He was ready for marriage and kids, rehab - I was ready to travel the world and make new experiences, never stop. Of course, I eventually did stop taking merc along with every other drug in the book except the occasional alcoholic beverage and caffeine, of course. I also traveled everywhere I wanted. I met new people, made new experiences, and became, honestly, a whole new person. But I became that person too late. Now, Fred is just the one who got away.

I set my purse down on the kitchen bar top for a second. I look at the white and black marble, tracing the lines to ease my mind. I shake my head and rub my face with my hands before moving to grab a bottle of wine and a glass and then head into the bathroom. I turn my tub on to let it fill up. I strip down from my clothes and long day and hop in after all the bubbles have puffed up; placing each step into the large white tub carefully. I take a big gulp from the bottle and slump into the tub deeper. Seeing Fred is both the best and worst thing to have happened to me today. I think seeing him has just confirmed that I still love him and I still want him - making it very bittersweet to see him in front of me.

I want him to look at me the way he used to. To hold my hand. To hold me when I’m sad. To touch me. I want him to touch me. I bit my lip as I cradled the glass of wine in my hands. A sigh released my mouth as I put the glass down on the side of the tub carefully. If I’m going to think about Fred this way, I might as well put it to good use… I slipped one hand down into the water and closed my eyes as I began rubbing circles, picturing his hand where mine is. His tongue entangled with my own. My hands wrapped up in his hair as he nips at my neck and breasts. The feeling of him growing quickly as our bath together gets more and more heated. The heat inside of me burns brighter and brighter until, suddenly, a knock bursts me out of my bubble. 

I sigh in the tone of sexual frustration as I grab a nearby towel to dry myself off before throwing a robe on. I drain my tub, deciding that maybe bath time was not what I needed, and walk out into the living room. I place the more than half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and carry my glass over to the front door. 

The tall brunette is revealed from behind the door as I open it swiftly. I straighten up with wide eyes at the surprise of the man I craved. “Hi…” I speak breathlessly. Fred smiles, “Can I come in?” I nod my head kindly before moving out of the way and letting him take a seat on the couch. I walk back over to the kitchen and put my glass down next to the bottle. “Do you want a glass of wine?” Fred turns to watch me as I reach for another glass on the top shelf of the cabinets. He takes a moment to answer as he watches my robe lift higher and higher. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “Here you go.” I smile, handing him the glass before sitting down with mine in the chair diagonal to him. “So, what brings you here?” Fred kept his eyes on the glass swirling between his hands for a second longer before adjusting and looking at me. “You.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion, “I mean, I assumed that, Fred… But why?” He put his glass down on a coaster near him as he stood up and moved closer to me while still staying on the couch. “Y-you can’t tell Karen about us.” I furrow my eyebrows. Fred continues, “She can’t know about our past… about merc…” I nod my head, suddenly realizing what he was saying. “She doesn’t know?” Fred sighed as he shook his head. “Y/N/N, she doesn’t know anything up until she and I met…” I nod my head once more. “Okay…” I stand up slowly, grabbing my glass off the table and finishing it quickly. “Fred, this feels like a lot of lies to have with your wife.” I hear his footsteps come towards me slowly as the wine fills my glass once more tonight. He grabs the bottle out of my hand from behind me and spins me around to look at him. We haven’t been this physically close since the day we broke up. “You’re still so damn stunning.” I look at his eyes back and forth in disbelief. “You’re not supposed to compliment other girls when you’re married.” He nods his head, speaking softly before dipping his head closer to mine, “You’re not supposed to kiss them either…”

[fitzells]

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” with mitch please?

notes: first time posting smut on here, just a little rushed blurb that isn’t edited because it’s midnight and i just wrote it so pls keep that in mind. this isnt written that great because im exhausted but wanted to be active on here!!!!!! trying to get used to this whole smut thing before i post my long ass stiles fic with full smut in it (help im scared) honest feedback is appreciated!!!!! this was also posted on the mobile app so the layout is funky (im nervy to post this it’s my first one and it’s like 800 words or something because i was too tired to do full smut and also didn’t want to think of back story. CLEARING OUT OLD REQUESTS THEY ARE CLOOOSSSSEEEEDDD!

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

His breath was hot on your neck as his hands slid underneath the hem of your dress, your head tilting back, hitting the large mirror behind you. You hated how easily you gave into his touch, you both knew that all he had to do was click his fingers and you’d come running.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved how much you needed him; he took pride in knowing that he was the only person who could really look after you, but he truly did hate that he kept messing you around. He’d tried to deny his feelings for you ever since he’d met you; you guys would hook up sometimes, but once you’d realised that you were falling for him and he clearly wasn’t ready for taking that a step that big yet, you backed away. You didn’t pressure him, or try guilt him into asking you out; you simply told him that you wanted to be in a relationship with someone who could commit to being more than ‘friends with benefits’

So, if he supposedly didn’t have feelings for you; why would he care if you showed up to the bar he was a regular at, on a date? He’d been seething with jealousy from the moment you stepped into the bar, in that tiny dress; looking so beautiful. You were his, so why the fuck were you laughing at that idiots dumb joke?

He’d sent you a string of texts, ignoring the ‘leave me the fuck alone’ text he was given as a reply. He knew you, and he knew that you’d be waiting in that bathroom for him; because you were his, and he was yours.

“Could he?” He repeated, hiking your dress up past your hips, his hand travelling down to rub his fingers over your underwear. You bit down on your lip, so hard you were surprised you didn’t draw any blood. You rocked your hips down onto his hand, screwing your eyes shut as you pawed at his Henley.

“No, Mitch.” You whined, mouth hanging open as he pushed the lacy fabric of your underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers through your heat. He kissed at your neck, nipping at your jaw whilst he grinned at the sound of you whining for him. “No one can.”

An ego boost, one that you definitely would not have given him had you been able to focus on anything but him. A lazy smirk stretched at his lips as he tilted his head up, catching your glossy lips with his chapped ones. The kiss was almost torturous, just as teasing as the slow movements of his hand against your sex. You elicited a satisfied gasp when you felt him push two of his fingers deep inside you, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in a way that felt so insanely amazing you involuntarily squealed against his lips.

His fingers curled as your kiss turned sloppier, teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other; neither of you necessarily cared that your strawberry flavoured lip gloss was all over his chin, or that there was an impressive hickey darkening on your clavicle; you were too wrapped up in one another to think about the consequences of your actions. His other hand pawed at your chest through the flimsy material of your dress, humming out a sound of approval against your lips when you shrugged the thin straps off your shoulders.

He pulled your pretty bra down just enough to free your breasts from their confines, toying with the fleshy mounds as he drilled his fingers deep into you. His lips moved from your mouth reluctantly, pressing open gentle kisses down your jaw, the softness of his lips contrasting greatly to the way his fingers were completely wrecking you. He sucked another hickey on your neck, groaning as you pressed him in close to you, locking your legs around his waist.

You allowed yourself to get lost in him, emptying your head of all things that weren’t Mitch. All you could smell was his cologne as you nuzzled your head in his shoulder, and you shut your eyes once more; getting wrapped up in him. He grunted, his hand dropping from his eager assault on your breasts to wrap it around your neck, tugging your head back to come face to face with him.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.” His whispered, kissing your lips gently before he was sliding his hand down your neck, his fingers toying with them once more. You arched your back into him, your hands journeying up to grip at his hair, giving it a firm tug. He’d always liked that, when you’d pull at his hair; it drove him absolutely wild, once you did that, he was putty in your hands. You both knew that. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

Your eyes rolled back, feeling completely withered at the feeling of his hands and the sound of his voice. Mitch Rapp was going to be the death of you. You emitted a particularly desperate scream once you felt his fingernails scrape that spot that drove you wild, and he knew he hit the jackpot.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Be my good fucking girl.” He groaned into you, grabbing your jaw and turning it back to face him. He knew you were close, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. You weren’t even mumbling proper words, just whining babbled up versions of his name that differed everytime they fell past your swollen lips. He was rocking his hips into yours as his fingers drove into you relentlessly, and you swore you could feel a tear roll down your cheek at the feeling of him surrounding you.

“C’mon.” He muttered, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly as he watched you cup your breasts in your hands, arching your back in pure pleasure as you let out exhausted whimpers and whines into the cool air of the bathroom.

“Cum for me, give me everything you got, baby; I’ve got you.” He continued, your glazy eyes never leaving his; he ignored the ache beginning to become apparent in his hand, wanting you to reach your high right now, in front of him. “I’ve always got you.”

With that, you let out something between a satisfied whine and a desperate scream, clenching around his thick fingers as you tried to focus on not blacking out from the sensation, your head fell forward onto his shoulder whilst he helped you ride out your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and releasing them with a pop and an insatiable groan. He fixed your dress, patted at your makeup and raked his hands through your hair.

“You wanna get out of here, Rapp?” You queried against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he helped you off the counter, allowing you to lean on him for support once he noticed your twitching legs.

He nodded slowly, a cocky little grin painting his face while he watched you with narrow eyes. “What are we gonna do about your little date, huh? I can’t kill another guy for you out of jealousy.”

He elicited a protesting whine as your foot kicked his shin, holding his large hands up in surrender whilst he chuckled lowly. “Kidding, never killed anyone in your honour. May have put a few in hospital though.”

“Mitch!” You hissed, weakly pushing away from him when he wrapped you up into his arms carefully; pressing soft kisses to your face. “I told him to go home after your ninth text. Said I was going to puke my guts up in the bathroom.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your hairline before spinning you around and guiding out out of the dingy bar. He walked you through the bar, your back pressed firmly against his chest.

“So,” He breathed into your ear. “Your place or mine?”

[jahayla-parker]

dylan O’Brien smau date nights

Dating Dylan : Dylan O’Brien x Reader SMAU

Summary: SMAU fic of date nights with Dylan and overall what dating him is like including when he dyes his hair blonde.

Warnings: playful relationship teasing/banter, that's really it

Requested for my 100 follower celebration

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yourusername: He’s always had to compete with my love for baseball 😉 tonight the two combined as he got to throw the first pitch 😊 I suppose I’ll keep him 😘

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juliaobrien: How did he do though? 😂 if I know my little bro, he probably didn’t make it to the plate

dylanobrien: I did excellent thank you very much 💅

obrienupdates: omg Dylan’s sass is back lol

dylanobrien: you “think” you’ll keep me?🤨

yourusername: it wasn’t autocorrect 😌 you have to earn it

dylanobrien: oh believe me, I will 😉 just surprised you’re still “think”ing about it nearly 5 years later 🙃

yourusername: the irony 🤣🧐

dylanobrien: for as smart as you are, you have no idea what you’re talking about here babe 😇

selenagomez : 👀

p_obrien: Lisa and I are we’re sorry we couldn’t make it but it looks like you two had a good night!

dylanfanatics: he threw the first pitch tonight? I missed it 😫

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dylanobrien: TB to the best first date of my life. It may have been an impromptu date due to a sudden schedule change, but the desire to ask you out was far from impromptu. Can’t believe I’ve been putting up with you for 5 years (totally not the other way around right 😉)! In all seriousness, I love you beautiful and always will; thank you for being you 🖤

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yourusername: Dyl, joke or not, I’ll always put up with you as long as you put up with me 🥹. I love you baby. 💕P.s. this picture 😫🥰

dylanobrien: my queen; for life ♾🖤

juliaobrien: you two are precious 😊 happy 5 years guys!

juliaobrien: wait… what?! Call me, now!

selenagomez: my beautiful y/n was such a baby 😭 congrats on 5 years Dylan and y/n, you better keep treating her right or I’m stealing her

yourusername: I know, we both were so young 🥺 thx Sel, love you babbbbyy 💕 but I’ll keep that in mind 😉🤣

dylanobrien: stiff competition but well deserved given the reward is y/n 🖤

selenagomez: as in she’s property?! 🤨 yep, she’s mine now

dylanobrien: …. @/yourusername Babe?🥺🥺

yourusername: to be fair, you both referred to me as something to steal/win so 😬

lisa_obrien: 5 years! Happy for you both ❤️

y/l/nfanzzz: He said “for life ♾” 👀💍?

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yourusername: In honor of his birthday, throwback to this cutie and I’s first big trip together 🥰 (omg look at his baby face 🥹) Dyl, I love you more than anything and I’m so thankful that 30 years and roughly 9 months ago Lisa and Patrick made this possible 😂 can’t wait to spend more trips and birthdays with you handsome 🥳

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p_obrien: hahahaha you’re welcome

dylanobrien: thanks.. wait…- babe?! Are you NOT holding onto me?

yourusername: lol what?

dylanobrien: how did you take this photo?! I asked you to hold on tightly 😳

yourusername: seriously Dyl? This was years ago dork, plus I survived 💁‍♀️

dylanobrien: we’re talking about this when I get home🙅🏻‍♂️

yourusername: it was a moped 😂 if I apologize will you just accept my birthday wishes/post 🙄

dylanobrien: I do appreciate the post🖤, and I’ll be sure to thank my parents for not being safe for you😂

Yourusername: oh sure but when I’m not being safe I get yelled at 🙄 just because I didn’t want to occupy my hands

dylanobrien: different kind of safe beautiful 😂 your hands not being on me is a different context here but I suppose we can arrange something since you don’t want to use your hands when told you, maybe you don’t deserve to be able to 😏

yourusername: mmm 🤔👀

juliaobrien: ewww you two get off Instagram with this!🤮

selenagomez: agreed 🫣

obrienandy/l/nupdates: this post took a turn 😂

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dylanobrienupdates: Guys?! Did you see this post @/dylanobrien added to his story? We’ve been speculating for awhile about their engagement. The placement of the heart is telling… right?! 💍

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dylanismylife: omg he liked your post!

y/l/nteam: they both liked this?! What does that mean??!!

enews: 👀

y/nanddylandaily: can’t we give them some privacy? They’ll announce when they want.

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dylanobrien: forever the world’s best partner, I mean come on 😍

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yourusername: ilysm 😘

teamdylan: are we sure they’re engaged? There’s no ring here!

dobrienluv: true but this was for a press event so it would’ve been hard to hide if they’re still being private

selenagomez: looking beautiful, you’re a lucky man

dylanobrien: the luckiest 🍀♾

lisa_obrien: y/n you look incredible, glad you two had a nice night out ❤️

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Yourusername: I’m going to miss this guy 💔 thought I’d be spending my life with him 😭 guess things don’t always work out the way you planned.

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dylanobrien: a bit dramatic baby 😂

p_obrien: you didn’t actually call it off did you?! I thought things were going well!

dylanobrien: dad, chill, it’s just about me dying my hair tomorrow 😆

yourusername: ooop sorry Pat! Should’ve looped you in 💕

dylansfanz: did they break up?!

juliaobrien: yeaaahh, good luck tomorrow 💀😂

selenagomez: life throws lots of curveballs, but I’d never change up on you like he is😘

dylanobrien: 🤺 back away

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dylanobrien: Behind the scenes for Not Okay (streaming on Hulu soon) 🎬 photo credit: @/yourusername 😘

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dylanmoviefanz: blonde?! wonder how y/n’s feeling 🤯

yourusername: ~not okay~ 🤲🧎‍♀️

dylanmoviefanz: lmao pun intended?

obriennerds: girl saaaame, this is hot af

yourusername: 🔥 Marry me? 💍

dylanobrien: I thought we were already on the same page with that 😏 pretty certain you said yes months ago 😘

yourusername: had to make sure I’ve got you locked in 🥵

dylanobrien: from day 1 😍💍

lisa_obrien: it turned out well!

movieblogger101: film announcement, engagement confirmation, and a new hair color?! 💀

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yourusername: date night today consisted of some changes for both of us in a crammed hair & makeup studio 💇‍♀️ gotta say, I’m not sure if I the short hair but I’m definitely sure I like his change 💕

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dylanobrien: I expect a full retraction of your self doubting comments babe. You look sexy as always 🥵

juliaobrien: I agree but Eww Dylan not online again ❌

yourusername: ily Dyl 😘

selenagomez: omg you’re so damn hot 🔥 🚨

dylanobrien: hot and mine 😏

dylanmoviefanz: awe they are so cute and love each other regardless of the hair color/style; otp

ynanddyl4life: well duh. They’re not with each other because of the other ones hair tf?

yourusername: can we all play nice and just agree Dylan and I are both hot and in love 😂

dylanobrien: I agree 🙋🏼‍♂️

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Okay not great but hopefully you liked it!

Dylan O’Brien Tag list: @fishingirl12 @raajali3

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

summary: in which a breakup at a coffee shop brings about an unlikely friend, and the potential for something more

warnings: explicit language, slight fluff

word count: 4.3k words 

author’s note: part of the folklore series i am currently working on! enjoy<3333

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❝ and if my wishes came true. it would've been you. in my defense, i have none. for never leaving well enough alone. but it would've been fun. if you would've been the one. ❞ 

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You couldn’t pinpoint exactly how or why, but something in the atmosphere felt different. The feeling had been gnawing at you for a while, ever since you got your drink at Sal’s and sat down in one of the small booths. As you sipped on your hot chocolate, you couldn’t decide if it felt like a good different or a bad one, and that was what worried you. 

Ultimately, you decided to push the weird feeling to the side once you saw your boyfriend enter the coffee shop. A smile found its way onto your lips as your hand raised in a small wave to grab his attention and subtly motion him to make his way toward the two-person booth you were occupying near the far end of the cafe, the other spot in the booth obviously being for him. 

That small coffee shop known as Sal's had quickly become you and Noah's favorite place. You both started going there pretty frequently ever since your first date, where it rained so heavy after the two of you had finished seeing some random movie, and Sal's seemed like the perfect spot to seek refuge from the downpour since it was the only place on the street that was not crowded. That moment was almost two years ago, and now there you both were two years later, still together and going pretty strong. Or at least that's what you had wholeheartedly believed. 

Noah pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and slid into the seat across from you. There was a certain look on his face that made a worried feeling course through your body. You had a strong inkling that the look on Noah's face had something to do with the reason why everything had felt quite different. 

"Hey," He breathed out once he was settled in his seat.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, getting straight to the point and trying to find out if something was wrong. You two had been together far too long to walk on eggshells about things. 

Noah took a pause before answering; as if trying to really plan out his response to the simple 'yes' or 'no' question. His hesitation told you that whatever his answer was going to be wouldn't be good. "Fuck, this is so much harder than I thought it would be. I'm sorry."

"What's going on?" You asked, even though you were pretty good at reading between the lines and also reading Noah, so you had a strong idea as to what was happening after he stated what he did, but you couldn’t allow yourself to accept it just yet. You wouldn't allow the words "break up" or "it's over" to cross your mind. 

"I love you so much, Y/N. So, so much. You're one of the best things that have ever happened to me," Noah said as he went back and forth between looking at you and down at the wooden table. 

You didn't let yourself be happy about the words he had just said because you knew that a big 'but' was coming, and the words following it weren't going to be as sweet and nice. You didn't want to be a pessimist about the whole situation, but it was hard not to be when deep down, everything felt as if it was slowly but surely going downhill. 

"But," Noah began. There's that damn ‘but,’ you thought. "I think that we should break up."

His words were soft, and he decided to keep his gaze down to the table as he said them instead of looking into your eyes which were already beginning to glisten with tears. However, you quickly bit them back since you didn't want to break down and cry in the middle of Sal's. So, instead, you took a painfully long sip of your hot chocolate, carefully planning out what your response to Noah's statement would be.

But when the drink was placed back down on the table, you still had no idea what to say because the only thing running through your mind on repeat was Noah's past eight words. 

"Why?" Was the word that finally fell from your lips and broke the silence that began quickly building between the two. 

Noah's voice was quiet as he gave you a simple one-worded answer. "Audrey."

He didn't have to say the last name of the girl for you to know exactly who he was referring to. You knew a handful of Audrey's but also knew for a fact that there was only one that Noah could be talking about his ex-girlfriend.

"I bumped into her a couple of weeks ago, and we talked a little bit," Noah quickly explained. "And ever since then, I just started thinking; thinking about you and me, and how maybe this isn't the right thing anymore."

You nodded along to what he was saying, not knowing what else to do at that moment since there's not really an exact thing to do when the person you love is explaining how they have decided to break up with you. 

There was one question running through your mind, but you could not muster up the courage to ask it because you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to hear the answer. However, you did know that if you didn't ask the question, you would regret it later. So, you took a quick breath and let the words, "did you cheat on me with her?" tumble from your lips in a soft, quiet tone that showed just how embarrassed you were by having to ask the question. 

Noah quickly began to shake his head. "No, no, I didn't cheat on you. I promise. Me and Audrey only talked that night, nothing else. I would never do that to you."

You let out an internal sigh in relief as you looked at Noah's face and were able to tell that he was being honest. You had absolutely no idea how you would've felt if Noah had said yes. 

Don't get too happy, he's still breaking up with you, idiot, your mind harshly reminded you, causing the hurt you were feeling to increase tenfold. It was like that realization had hit you all at once and much harder than it had before. 

You could feel yourself start to get struck by every single one of the emotions that you had just bottled up, causing your eyes to well with tears, and this time you didn’t feel like you could successfully bite them back. You desperately needed to get out of that coffee shop before you started sobbing in front of Noah and the other five to ten people that were scattered throughout Sal's. 

"But, just know I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry," Noah finished off his statement from before. 

"Stop saying that, please," You said, somehow able to find your voice even though it came out somewhat weak. You cleared your throat before finishing off what you had to say with, "I-I need to go. I can't be here anymore."

You then grabbed your denim jacket that lay next to you in the booth and rushed out of Sal's, ignoring the sound of Noah's voice asking you to come back.

When you made it to your car that was parked quite a bit away from the coffee shop since parking had been an absolute nightmare, you slid into the driver's seat and finally let yourself cry, your mind unable to stop thinking about Noah's words; We should break up. 

With your past breakups, it hadn’t felt as hard as this did, but you knew it was because you had never felt so deeply about the other two boys you dated as you did with Noah. 

You and he had been together for so long that you truly believed you’d be together forever. Now, as you thought about that, you felt so stupid and wanted to scream at yourself for being that naïve. 

For a good five minutes, you let out every single thing you felt about the situation out into the open through your soft crying. Until you decided to pull yourself together and calm down, evening out your breaths and wiping away your tears with leftover fast food napkins that you grabbed from your glove compartment. Everything still hurt so fucking much, but you didn't want to cry anymore right then. 

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❝ i'm doing good, i'm on some new shit. been saying "yes" instead of "no." i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn't though. ❞ 

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At first, you ultimately changed your mind and decided not to go. However, once you were in your car and began driving, it was as if your mind was set on going there because before you knew it, your “random drive” was headed in a very specific direction. 

It had been almost four months since you had last been to Sal’s, but your brain still subconsciously knew the exact route to take. 

You had been to a bunch of new coffee shops during those long four months, seeing if you could find a new regular spot since Sal’s had become tainted by Noah and the fact that he chose that place, out of anywhere else in the world, to break up with you in. For a while, you hated him just for that fact; that he chose your favorite place to dump you. You knew that ruining Sal’s wasn’t his intention, but it still hurt, sometimes even worse than the breakup itself.  

Therefore, you became set on discovering a new, and hopefully better, place. Your simple hot chocolate was not the hardest thing to mess up, so it was easy to find a place that met your drink expectations; however, that was not your main concern. A good drink was one thing, but the ambiance was way more important to you. And none of the other coffee shops you had tried out over the past months could come close to the coziness you had always felt when you were at Sal’s. 

Maybe it was kismet for you to be there right then because parking had been almost suspiciously too good, and you were able to park on the street right in front of the small coffee shop. When you walked inside, you quickly noticed how empty it was, which did not surprise you that much since it was six in the evening on a random Tuesday. 

You took a brief look around the place, and somehow your eyes almost immediately landed on the booth where everything happened; an awkward and almost embarrassed feeling washed over you. 

For the most part, you were over Noah, but being so blatantly reminded of the breakup made it harder to stay inside of Sal’s. But, you refused to allow yourself to leave. So, after a middle-aged blonde woman placed her order for a medium oat milk latte, you stepped up to the register to order your hot chocolate, something that you had specifically been craving from there for way too long. 

The barista smiled at you. “Hey, you’re finally back.”

A look of surprise briefly flickered across your face before you replaced it with a smile, and you hoped that the barista, who over the years you had come to know as Dylan, did not recognize your momentary shock. 

Yes, you had been going to Sal’s for the past two years, but you didn’t frequent there too often, maybe only once a week, so you truly hadn’t expected anyone to take notice of your absence. Of course, you would always easily recognize the employees, but you didn’t expect that to be reciprocated because of how many customers they would get in a typical week or even day. 

It felt really nice to be known and remembered, though. The small gesture made you feel like you did make the right decision going there. 

“It’s been a weird few months,” You ultimately responded and shrugged, giving the barest minimum of truth.

Dylan nodded understandingly, and you ordered your drink. Once you had it in hand, you found an empty table at the far end of the coffee shop and settled yourself there. You put your headphones in your ears and went to start your “chill music” playlist that you had been curating since college, and it never failed to soothe you. 

You took a slow sip of your hot chocolate, which you heavily enjoyed, before pulling out a book from your cream-colored tote bag. You had picked up the book yesterday at a flea market shop that you were surprised was selling books along with kitchenware. The book's cover caught your eye first, but what fully attracted you was the plot and how it was so vastly different from your actual life; a mixture of dystopian and something that could have been pulled straight out of the Stranger Things writer’s room. 

Beginning the book wasn’t completely on your radar right then. However, you knew that if you didn’t occupy yourself with something, your thoughts would ultimately wander toward what had happened the last time you were at Sal’s, which would only lead you to start wallowing in self-pity.��

Thus, you turned up the sound of your headphones a little bit and opened up to the first page of the hardcover book, allowing yourself to become fully engrossed in it and taking a sip from your hot chocolate every now and again. 

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❝ i hit the ground running each night. i hit the sunday matinée. you know the greatest films of all time were never made. ❞ 

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You didn’t expect time to move quickly, but somehow it did, and you weren’t even the one to notice it. Instead, it was Dylan taking a seat across from you that caused your attention to shift from your book to his face. 

His mouth moved, and when you couldn’t hear him, you realized that you still had your headphones in. 

You pressed pause on the song you were currently listening to and pulled out both of your headphones. “Sorry?” 

“Um, we closed five minutes ago.”

His words surprised you. You quickly looked down at your phone and the time that was displayed on it, which was 9:06 pm. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” You told him and quickly began packing your things away, haphazardly tossing your headphones, book, and phone into your tote bag. 

“It’s fine. We usually warn everyone about closing about ten minutes before, but you looked so into your book, I couldn’t interrupt you,” Dylan responded and then stood up to continue cleaning off tables, which he was doing before he sat down in front of you. 

He was right, you were very into your book and hadn’t wanted to put it down for one moment in the past few hours, but that didn’t change the fact that you now felt like a complete asshole because you hadn’t meant to stay there that long. 

“I feel like an idiot,” You said as you stood up as well, pulling your bag on your shoulder before going to the nearest trash can to discard your now empty cup of hot chocolate. “I usually try not to be the last person at a place. As an ex-food service worker, I absolutely hated when people would stay until the last possible second.”

Dylan chuckled at that. “Where did you work?”

“It was this small diner in my hometown. It barely got any business, but whenever someone did come in, it always just so happened to be an hour or less before closing,” You said and internally sighed at the memories you had of working at that place. “It’s only you here tonight?”

“Yeah, Tuesdays are fairly slow, so we usually just have one person working in the evening,” He explained, and you nodded as you began helping him clear off tables, tossing the empty cups people left into the garbage can. “Also, you don’t have to help. I promise just because you were the last one doesn’t mean you have to temporarily work here now. That would only happen if you didn’t pay.” 

You laughed a bit at his final statement, which you could tell was a joke. “It’s fine. I want to help. But, if it makes you feel better, I promise next time I won’t pay for my drink. So, I’m basically making up my debt for that now.” 

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately nodding. “Okay, deal. But, I will be holding you to that non-payment.” 

You smiled. “I have absolutely no problem with that.” 

A comfortable silence took over the space for a bit. Both of you were on opposite sides of the coffee shop, continuing to clean the tables until Dylan abruptly spoke. “Where have you been these past few months?”

At first, after hearing his question, you were completely quiet. You thought about lying and making up a random reason, but for some reason, you didn’t want to lie to him. So, you ultimately decided to tell the complete truth. “My, uh, boyfriend broke up with me here, so it was kinda hard to come back and not feel completely reminded of that whole thing.”

Dylan turned toward you and leaned back against the table he had just been clearing. “Woah, fuck, that sucks.” 

“It probably sounds dumb, allowing myself to be so affected by it, I guess, but it really felt weird even driving past this place for a while,” You admitted, dropping your gaze from Dylan’s as you simply shrugged. 

“No, no, I get it,” He said, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. “My ex broke up with me at an Olive Garden, and I haven’t been back to one since.” 

“No offense or anything, but it’s Olive Garden, so you kinda lucked out, honestly.” 

Dylan looked at you, incredulous, and you tried your hardest not to laugh at how offended he looked. “Hey, I will not allow any Olive Garden slander. Their breadsticks are amazing.”

You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I completely agree with that, but you have to admit, the breadsticks are their only redeeming quality.”  

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, as if he was really thinking hard about your statement. “Okay, I hate to say it, but you’re right.” 

“Thank you,” You smiled. “But, anyway, I don’t know how long it’s been since your break up, but if you really wanna go to an Olive Garden, you should do it. I definitely don’t regret coming back here again.”

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately saying, “Maybe I will.” 

It was quiet again until you decided to break the prevailing silence this time around. “Can I admit something?”

Dylan nodded; neither of you had gone back to cleaning just yet. 

You didn’t pull your eyes away from his as you spoke. “I didn’t expect you to remember me here. That probably sounds stupid, but it did feel nice. So, um, thanks.” 

“Of course, I would remember you,” Dylan smiled at you. “You’re probably the only person that comes here and religiously orders a hot chocolate.”

You laughed. “I don’t know if I should feel offended by that. Part of me is saying yes.” 

“It’s a compliment, I promise.”

“Well, then, thank you. I will continue to buy my hot chocolate every day,” You said with a solemn nod of your head. “Oh wait, except for tomorrow. I refuse to pay for it tomorrow.” 

“Good,” Dylan nodded, and you could tell that he was holding back a laugh. 

You both continued cleaning up from there. You finished off the tables while Dylan did some things in the back, and it didn’t take long until everything was done and he was shutting off the lights, and you were both heading toward the front door. However, it was then that the two of you took note of how heavily it was raining.

“Wow, that’s insane,” You muttered and then looked over at Dylan. “How far are you parked?” 

He gestured to the left. “A couple blocks that way.”

“I’m parked right there,” You said, pointing to your car that you could see from behind the door was barely twenty feet away. “You can get in and wait for the storm to pass. I refuse to allow you to walk to your car in the pouring rain.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, of course,” You told him. “I hate driving in heavy rain, so I would probably be waiting it out in my car, anyway.”

“Okay,” 

With a minor plan set, you both finally stepped out of Sal’s and instead stood under its small awning. As Dylan proceeded to lock the door of the coffee shop, you reached into your bag to pull out your keys and simultaneously grimaced at how hard the rain was coming down. 

Apparently, Dylan noticed the look on your face because he said, “We could also just wait inside Sal’s until it stops raining.”

“No, you just locked up. Plus, I’m now fully committed to this makeshift plan we came up with, so we have to go through with it,” You explained, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. 

After a few minor moments of contemplation, you let out a small breath before you both began beelining toward your car. 

“Okay, not as bad as I expected it to be,” You said once you were settled in the driver’s seat. Your clothes were only slightly damp from the few seconds you spent getting pelted by the hard rain. 

“Yeah, it was very fun,” Dylan responded as he ran a quick hand through his dark hair. “Really refreshing, one may say.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Refreshing is the perfect word.”

You hadn’t started the car yet, so the only thing you could hear was the sound of the rain continuously hitting the windshield, and for some reason, you found that calming.

You took a quick look over at Dylan, and he was simply staring out the window. Suddenly you were hit with the overwhelming feeling of happiness, and it was mainly because of him. He became an unlikely friend at an even more unexpected time, and you felt very grateful for that. 

Before you could think too much of it, you reached over and placed a hand atop his, giving a gentle squeeze. “This is very random, but, just, thanks for being here. I’m glad you’re here.”

Dylan flipped his hand over and intertwined it with yours, a small smile gracing his features. “I’m happy you’re here too.”

You felt your body warm at his words, even though you were the one to initiate them. Once again, you decided to do something that perhaps you shouldn’t have, but you decided not to think too hard about the action. Your hand pulled away from Dylan’s and instead moved to his cheek. You were slightly hesitant at first because you weren’t entirely sure where his head was at in that moment. However, all thoughts about this potentially being the wrong thing completely vanished from your mind when you felt his lips press back against yours and his soft palm found your cheek. 

It was an uncomfortable angle that the two of you were in, but the kiss was the exact opposite. It was sure and certain, and somehow it felt completely right. 

When Dylan pulled back from the kiss, you didn’t know what you expected him to say, but you could wholeheartedly say that you did not expect the words, “I was thinking about going to Olive Garden this weekend,” to fall from his lips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment because of how abrupt the subject change was. Had you completely imagined the kiss that just happened? 

“Okay?” You ultimately responded, unable to hide the confusion from your voice. 

Dylan’s hand found your cheek once again, and although you were confused right then, you almost instinctively found yourself leaning into his warm palm. “And I would like you to come with me.” 

Suddenly, it all fell into place for you right then, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, oh, you’re asking me on a date. God, I was so confused about why you wanted to bring up Olive Garden right now.”

“I was trying to be smooth, and I came up with this on the spot and decided to run with it, and it was a complete fail,” Dylan rambled, and you found it way too adorable. “But, is that a yes?”

You kissed him again, and when you pulled away, you finally responded to his question. “Yes, I will go to Olive Garden with you. Solely for the breadsticks, though, and the fact that you will be there as well.”

Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled it to his lips as he spoke. “I’m glad that I rank on the same level as the breadsticks.” 

“You’re actually much better than them if I’m being completely honest.” 

“I feel honored,” He responded, and you let out a small laugh, your gaze locked on his smiling face. 

A few minutes passed, and it became quiet. The rain had almost completely stopped, and it was only lightly drizzling. Dylan could have left and headed to his car if he wanted, or you could have mentioned that the minor storm had passed. However, neither of you wanted to interrupt the current moment; hands intertwined, a comfortable and happy silence lingering throughout the small space. So, neither of you did. 

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❝ i persist and resist the temptation to ask you. if one thing had been different. would everything be different today? ❞ 

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[mysticallystilinski]

stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself

can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭

I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES

has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.

the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.

a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.

being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.

you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.

stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.

“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.

you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.

“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.

you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.

you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.

you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.

“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”

your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.

“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.

while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.

he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”

he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.

you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.

his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.

at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.

[strangerstilinski]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 — 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?, (𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦)

| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |

“Stop squirming around, would you?” Stiles huffs in frustration from behind you.

He's been like this for an hour, sitting between your spread legs, long fingers groping and rubbing and kneading at the doughy flesh of your backside. It had started out innocent enough, his restless hands gravitating to your ass while you'd been sprawled on your belly getting some reading done for one of your courses, but he'd gotten increasingly more distracting as time went on.

His hands had eventually slipped beneath the revealing cut of your sleep shorts to touch bare skin, calloused fingers dragging over soft flesh and the thin cotton of your underwear. Rather than simply sitting criss-cross between your thighs, he's upgraded to laying on his stomach, one arm curled beneath your leg so he can prop his chin on one of your thighs while his fingers continue to squeeze and massage.

He was right, you had begun to squirm. It was getting incredibly difficult to ignore the heat that his attention was causing to pool between your thighs.

“Since when are you an ass man, anyway?” You question as you finally give up on reading all together, trying and failing to peek over your shoulder to get a good look at him, “You've always been more of a boob guy.”

“I resent that,” Stiles is quick to defend, the pad of his thumb tracing the crease where your ass meets your thigh, “I like your ass just as much as I love your tits.”

You can't quite hold back a scoff at the blatant dishonesty and he's quick to correct himself.

“-alright, maybe I favor your tits a little, but- Oh my god, will you sit still?” Stiles snaps in mild irritation when your thighs try to clench instinctively but are unable to do so given the person currently wedged between them.

“What are you even doing back there?” You ask, voice thankfully only sounding a little affected, “You know, aside from admiring my ass and groping me.”

Your hips shift a little against the mattress and you know just by the brief moment of silence before his response comes that Stiles has noticed.

“Why?” He seemingly perks up in interest, voice pitching in a self-satisfied little drawl. His thumb dips between your thighs while he tightens his palm around you again and the digit comes achingly close to brushing against the wet patch you know has formed in the crotch of your panties, “'s'it workin' you up?’’ He questions eagerly.

“Yes.” You huff and squirm again, but there's a sharp sting on the meat of your ass, a hard pinch that makes you yelp in surprise and pain, “Did- Did you just bite me?” You ask in breathless incredulity.

Another painful pinch to your skin is the only response you receive. Stiles gives the flesh a hard suck before releasing it from his mouth and this time you're pushing up with one hand when you look over your shoulder, eyes roaming over his mischievous little grin, his full pink lips, the way that his fingers have tugged the fabric of your shorts up over the curve of your asscheek to display the evidence left behind.

“Jesus christ. Stiles! Look at what you did, what the hell-”

He looks annoyingly smug as his thumb drags over the place where his teeth have carved little indents into your skin, one of them already threatening to darken into a bruise where he'd sucked a hickey into the flesh.

“I dunno, I think it looks pretty fuckin' good.” He grins, exuding cool nonchalance right up until you catch the way that his hips roll down against the mattress to provide a little relief to his stiff cock.

“If you wanted to work me up, you could've just left a few marks on my thighs and gone down on me,” You flip your textbook closed with a huff, “Y'know, if you wanna get a little territorial or whatever. 's fine, it's hot, but there are much better ways to mark me up-”

His hand comes down on your ass in a light slap and you give him a half-hearted grumble about that not being what you meant, but he's already putting more pressure on his hand as he pushes up, and then his weight is gone completely.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t actually mean that one-” He apologizes as he tumbles from the bed in a mess of long limbs.

“What-” You start to roll onto your side to watch him, but the shout he sends over his shoulder as he digs through a drawer at his desk has you freezing.

“Don't move! Alright? I mean it!”

You settle back onto your stomach dutifully, propped up on your elbows as your gaze leaves his frantic search to re-open your textbook with a sigh, “What are you doing now? What're you even looking for?”

“You'll see. Now, quiet.”

His admonishment meets your ears sounding oddly garbled, like he's trying to speak around something in his mouth, and you make to turn toward him in curiosity, but he's already climbing back in between your thighs and giving your right asscheek a light slap in reprimand for moving. He tugs your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go and you can't help but crane your neck now, but the moment your torso twists to get a better look, he firmly pushes your hips back down onto the mattress, a wide palm spreading out over your skin to hold you in place.

Your heart pounds in excited anticipation at the feeling of your lower half being exposed while he's still fully clothed. Again, you try to clench your thighs together for just the little bit of friction the action normally provides, but there's not much relief with the way Stiles has you spread around him.

Something soft and cool meets your recently exposed skin, the texture difficult to place as it drags smoothly across the roundness of your backside.

“What's that?” You question, fighting the urge to wriggle in response to the peculiar feeling.

“Marker.” Stiles says easily, his voice taking on that edge it gets when he's focusing hard on something.

A soft snort of amusement leaves you as your palms fall to brace on the glossy pages of your textbook, “You're drawing on my ass?”

“Not.. Exactly..” He mumbles distractedly.

Another huff falls from your lips as the cap of the marker gives the telltale little click that indicates he's finished with his mysterious artwork, “Sti, seriously-”

A quiet groan cuts you off, the sound of it familiar and wholly erotic as it rumbles up his throat.

“Christ.. Fuckin' look at you..” Stiles groans, the pads of his fingers tracing over the ink on your skin.

You nearly shiver, goosebumps threatening to pebble along your skin in response to the gentle brush of his fingers across your ass. You make to ask him a question — to please just touch you where you want him, to tell you what he's drawn on your skin, to let you turn around so you can climb into his lap and devour him — but he's speaking again before you can form more than the garbled beginning of an ‘um-’.

“God, it is insane how hot that is,” Stiles grumbles as he dips down and his mouth finds the meat of your asscheek again, biting down softly this time and giving a small suck to the skin that has you nearly writhing, your fingernails scraping across the glossy pages of your textbook. His lips release you with a pop and his thumbs find the crease of your backside, spreading you and giving another little groan at the sight of your cunt shining with arousal. “Shit, I really was working you up, huh, baby? So fuckin' wet right now.”

“You've been groping me for the past thirty minutes,” Your assessment comes out a little breathless, an embarrassingly weak sounding thing, “What were you expec- ohh.. Ho-oh my-”

You're interrupted when he sinks a finger inside of you without preamble, pumping only twice before another joins the first and stretches you a little harder. It's an all-too easy glide, two of his long fingers pumping within your walls in smooth strokes with the aid of just how wet you truly are.

“Well shit, I'm sorry, babe,” Stiles says, genuine apology in his words that are dripping in an aroused sort of surprise, “Didn't mean to leave you hanging, and on our anniversary no less. If I'd known you were wound this tight I would've fucked you twenty minutes ago.”

The innocence in how he says it contrasts sharply with the actual filth spilling from his mouth and it has you reeling a bit, your ass pitching up and spine arching just a little to better the angle of his hand. You're so focused on the drag of his knuckles against your sensitive walls that you almost miss what he'd said beforehand.

“Wh-ah.. Wha'd you say?” You gasp, “Our annivers-uh!- 'versary?”

There's a sharp smack as he slaps the unmarked cheek of your rear, his lips pressing a quick kiss to soothe the warmed flesh before speaking, “Cannot believe you don't know that today marks six months since we started doing this-”

This, of course referring to the addictive situationship you've both found yourself in behind closed doors, in secret from the pack consisting of your friends and family, behind your brother's back.

“-You're gonna hurt my feelings, sweetheart, honestly.”

“Didn't.. Didn't realize.” You pant, a keening exclamation of ‘oh my god’ slipping past your lips when you feel Stiles push a third finger into your entrance, the stretch sending your eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open with a keening whine.

“And to think,” Stiles starts slowly, his voice rumbling with clear arousal in his throat. There's a lewd squelch as his fingers drive in and out of your soaking cunt, a breathy moan punched out of your lungs when his fingers curl to reach that spot that makes your brain turn to mush. “To think I was gonna be so good t'you later. Was gonna let my girl ride my face for as long as she wanted, longer than she wanted probably, if we're bein' realistic-”

“Fuck..” His words have you moaning high and wrecked and unashamed. Stiles twists his fingers as he pulls them out and then thrusts back in, wide knuckles pulling a keening whine from you. “Please, fuck, Sti-”

“What's wrong baby? My fingers aren't good enough for you?” His voice is dripping with that teasing lilt that makes you weak in the knees. Right now, it makes you lift your hips from the mattress just a little bit more.

“So unfair-” You gasp.

“Unfair?” Stiles repeats in a slow drawl, “Baby, no offense but I'm the one rockin' a painfully neglected hard on right now,” His fingers push in to the third knuckle, his hand driving in so deep that it has a pleasurable ache building between your thighs. “Meanwhile, you've got three fingers stretching you out. Seems like you got it pretty good, to me. What more could you want, huh?”

His fingers are heaven, and he knows exactly how to use them, knows exactly where to aim and how hard and fast you like it, but you still need more. He's not touching you enough. His fingers in your cunt and his weight between your thighs isn't nearly enough to satisfy the need building up and twisting tight in your belly. You want his weight to crush you into the mattress, need his cock to give you that extra stretch that his fingers can't, need his sweat on your skin and his hands on your breasts-

“Please,” You whimper again, “Babe, please, c'mon, need you inside me.”

You probably should've been expecting the easy snark that spills from his mouth in response.

“I am inside you.” He replies all too smartly, repeatedly rubbing that tender spot on your inner wall until tears actually prickle at your eyes, a sharp sort of pleasure burning in your gut.

“Stiles.” You demand desperately.

Your pleading seems to finally break his resolve and his mouth finds the heated skin on the back of your thigh. He places a small kiss to the curve of your ass, then the dimples at the base of your spine. His lips make a slow trail up, small kisses left behind on his journey to the curve of your neck. Stiles pulls your hair to the side and leans in to taste your exposed skin, his fingers finally slipping from your cunt so that he can pull you up onto your knees, your back falling against his chest as you both sit up.

“Wha'd'you need, babe, huh?” Stiles murmurs the question over the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine as it fans out over your overheated skin, “You know I'll give you whatever you want.”

He holds you to his chest with one arm locked around your waist. His right hand leaves a scorching trail across your tummy on its way to your cunt, fingers dipping between your dripping folds and collecting a bit of your arousal before moving back up to circle your sensitive clit. The glide of his fingers is slick and intoxicating, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“This all you wanted?” Stiles asks, voice a whisper against your skin, “Just wanted me to play with your clit? Is that all?”

You shake your head, brows furrowing and hips bucking into his touch.

“No?” He questions, lips finding the spot just behind your ear, “What'd'you need then, babe? You gotta tell me.”

One of your hands reaches back to grab the back of his thigh, fingers coming into contact with the soft material of his lounge pants as you tug his hips to yours. You can feel the length of his erection pressing into you through the thin layers of his clothing, his cock warm and stiff where it presses into the curve of your ass.

“Need.. Need you t'fuck me,” You pant, his fingers already so close to pulling an orgasm from you as he continues to play with your clit, “God, please, Stiles. I want you inside, please, please-”

“How 'bout you come for me and then I'll let you have it, huh?” He murmurs against your skin, his hips bucking forward into yours in a teasing thrust as the euphoric heat beneath your skin spreads further. “You're close, aren't you?”

A pathetic whimpered excuse of a ‘yes’ slips past your parted lips, your free hand reaching back as well to grab ahold of the back of his neck. Your grip is tight as your climax begins to crest, fingernails digging into the top of his spine as a wanton moan is forced from your throat.

“Just gimme one now and I promise I'll fuck another one outta you, okay? Come on-”

You come so hard that your legs give out, the arm Stiles still has curled around your waist forced to tighten to keep you against his chest, his bicep bulging as he supports your weight through the throes of your orgasm. His fingers slow against your clit as you come down before stopping all together, his slick hand sliding up to rub soft along your tummy as you pant in exertion.

He gives you a moment to recover, but you're still breathing heavily by the time he presses a kiss to your cheek and urges you down on all fours. You assume the position easily, resting on your elbows with your sweaty forehead stuck against the pages of the textbook still spread out on the bed. Stiles strips down as your heart rate struggles to slow, the mattress moving under his weight a few times before the warmth of his body settles behind you again.

“You good, baby?” He checks softly, one wide palm running up the length of your spine to rub at your shoulder.

“'m good, 'm good, just hurry up.” You plead, arching your back when his hand trails back down. His thumb and forefinger pinch your backside, an effective reminder of the ink he'd stained your skin with, “Never told me what you drew on my ass.” You laugh quietly, wiggling your hips in the hopes of enticing him into picking up the pace of things.

“Oh,” Stiles chuckles, thumbnail dragging over the ink as he grabs ahold of his cock and guides the head through your slick folds, “Wrote my name.”

Your responding laugh comes out in a breathy burst of air as he teases your entrance, pressing the tip in only to pull back and run it along the length of your wet cunt again.

“My.. My ass says ‘Stiles’?” You question through a body-wracking shudder when he teases his tip at your entrance again, pressing in just far enough for you to feel the stretch of his fat cock before he's pulling out all over again, the head bumping your swollen clit on the next pass through your folds.

“Stiles? No way, babe. I went full-name for this one. Mark-h.. ohh..” He stutters through his words the next time he presses in, letting the first couple of inches push into the tight heat of your cunt, “Marked my property accordingly n' all that.”

You swallow down a moan as the head of his cock drags against your sensitive walls, already fluttering around his length as your fingers fist the bedspread in a white-knuckled grip.

“Oh, fuck off,” You gasp in mild incredulity, “Your property?” You bite back, though the thought of the image admittedly prompts a swarm of butterflies in your tummy.

“Mhm,” Stiles hums a little breathlessly as his restraint wavers, pushing in another inch or so as his grip on your hip tightens, “Don't act like you don't think it's super hot. My name marked on your skin-”

“Shut up,” You scoff weakly, “I do not.. Don't think it's hot.”

“Sure, babe,” Stiles agrees condescendingly, “Wanna write yours on my ass after we're done? Equality n' all that.”

“Somehow, I'm not sure having McCall scrawled across your ass cheek is gonna have the same effect, even if it's got my name in front of it.” You manage before rocking your hips back to force more of his cock in.

“Fine, fine,” Stiles huffs, “But don't say I didn't offer-”

“God, will you just shut up and fuck me alread-”

You're effectively cut off when Stiles drives all the way in with a hard thrust, a loud moan tearing from your throat.

“Better?” Stiles asks, already breathing a little heavy as he sets a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping skin with each smack of his hairy thighs against the smooth backs of your own.

“Yeah. Yeah, fuck, like that-” You cry out in whimpered praise, “Harder. Sti, please, need it, harder.”

His only response is a groan as he pounds into you with redoubled effort, the thick head of his cock hitting your cervix in a hard jolt with each thrust.

It doesn't take long for you to begin to fall apart all over again, Stiles' fingernails biting into the skin at your hips as he tugs you back down onto his cock again and again.

“Feel so fucking good.” Stiles groans as you fuck yourself back in time with his thrusts.

A gasp tears past your lips when he slips an arm underneath you and drags you up until your back is flush with his sweaty chest again, the angle of his cock changing just enough to have you letting out a drawn out moan.

Your thighs settle on either side of his as he continues to pound up into you and then his hand is finding your face, forcing your head to the side so that he can draw you into a heated kiss. Your hand ensnares his wrist to hold Stiles' in place on your jaw, his fingers pressing into the sensitive spot beneath your ear as your mouths work in a sloppy mess of tongues and teeth and hot breaths.

His sweat-slicked forehead drops against yours, his cock managing to hit all of the right places as his thrusts slow slightly, each one a slow drag against your sensitive walls.

“God, you.. You look so fuckin' pretty like this.” Stiles tells you with another lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The white-hot flame in your gut has you trembling in his arms and you reach back to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, the soft strands trapped in an iron-tight grip as your back arches, your own head falling back against the curve of his shoulder.

“Stiles-” You whimper desperately, fingers tightening impossibly further around his sweat-damp hair.

He pants into your mouth, each of his slow, deep thrusts prompting obscene sounds from the place where the two of you are joined.

“You close, babe?” He asks breathlessly as he tries to hold off his own steadily approaching end, “God, I need you t'come. Need more? Need me to touch you, baby?” He questions in a rasp, ever attentive and desperate to please you as he always is.

Before you can even respond, he's already switching the placement of his hands on your body so that he can drop his right one down to cup your heat. His big hand finds the wetness between your thighs, fingers zeroing in on your clit with the sort of effortless precision that can only come from months intimacy, from hours upon hours spent learning every inch of your body, studying your reactions to his touch with a hyper-focussed intensity that was just so Stiles.

You cry out at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you with practiced movements, his cock driving against that spot inside of you only a handful more times before you're bearing down on him, mind whiting out with the toe-curling euphoria that takes over your body. The shaky moans that Stiles pushes from your lips as he keeps fucking into you are something that you'd be horrified to hear come from your own mouth if you had the brain capacity to process them through the fog of your orgasm — but as it is, they tumble from your throat freely, your body trembling against the tight cocoon of Stiles' arms curled around your ribs as he supports your weight.

Your ears are only just beginning to hear sounds beyond the high-pitched ringing brought on by the strength of your climax when Stiles' thrusts begin to falter. The jerky slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs, his heavy breaths into the curve of your neck.

His fingers find where yours are still tangled in his hair and he tries to pry your grip away, “Baby, baby 'm gonna come,” Stiles moans in warning, “Wanna come on your ass. Please. Please, baby, I wanna-”

You pitch forward easily, dropping onto your elbows with shaking arms and arching your back enticingly for him. Stiles groans loud at the sight, the sound of it getting caught in his throat as he pulls out and begins to jerk his cock in earnest. Lewd, slick noises fill the room over the sounds of your labored breathing, the wetness that coats him aiding the smooth drag of skin on skin as he fucks into his fist with a gut twisting sort of desperation.

With a little wiggle of your hips, you encourage him despite still being a little breathless, “Come on, Sti, give it to me. Paint it right there on your name-”

“'m gonna,” He promises in a weak groan, the fingers of his free hand biting into the plush flesh at your hip with a bruising grip, “Gonna fuckin'.. Shit, 'm gonna put it right there. Gonna.. Gonna mark my girl up so.. So fucking good. Fuck.. Fuck, I love you. Loveyouloveyouloveyou, I'm, shit, 'm coming-”

Your mind is reeling a little bit in the wake of his lust-fueled admission, the dull beat of your heart echoing with his words as the warmth of his come meets your skin, dripping down the curve of your ass in thick ropes.

Stiles plasters himself to your back as he catches his breath, entirely uncaring of the mess of bodily fluids between you as lays down on the bed and pulls you into his chest. His breath falls against the sweat-slicked skin of your neck in warm puffs while his voice rings in your ears still — the memory of those words, the wrecked rasp of them slipping past his lips.

Loveyouloveyouloveyou.

I love you.

You twist around in his arms, late-afternoon sunlight coming in through his bedroom window displaying the pink flush that lingers on his mole-speckled cheeks. Your head drops against the pillow currently underneath his own while your knee pushes between his hairy thighs, brown eyes finding yours, Stiles' gaze soft and sated.

“I love you too.” You whisper through the nerves twisting in your stomach.

A wide array of emotions flicker across his face, initial confusion quickly melting away into a relieved sort of surprise.

“Holy shit,” Stiles breathes, wide palm coming up to cover your jaw. His thumb swipes the apple of your cheek with smooth strokes and his eyes flick quick between yours, his lips pulling into a grin that dimples cutely in his cheek, “I can't believe I- Shit. No, I do though, I.. I love you.”

“I love you.” You repeat in a daze, fingertips tracing idle circles through the dark patch of hair at the center of his chest.

“Does that mean you're gonna let me do this again when my name eventually washes off?” He asks with a mischievous little grin that makes your insides twist warmly, his brows jumping up his forehead playfully.

“You're an annoyingly territorial little shit, y'know that?” You laugh softly before your brows are drawing together in slow confusion, “Wait. Wha'd'you mean eventually? Why'd you say it like that?”

“Well, y'know, I used a sharpie, so-”

“You used a permanent marker?” You repeat incredulously, pinching his skin between your thumb and forefinger a little meanly as your nose scrunches up, “Such a dickhead.”

Stiles gives you a grin that spreads wide across his face until you can see those very same perfectly straight teeth that have left bruising love bites into the soft flesh on your backside. He dips his head and his lips find yours, the salty tang of the sweat clinging to his upper lip meeting your tongue as he speaks into your mouth with easy confidence.

“You're totally gonna let me do it again.”

And well.. He's probably not wrong.

𝐚𝐧; 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.. 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬.. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 🥴

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭!! 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐬𝐨. 🤍🥰🤍

[rafeyybabyy]

✨october 2022 fic recs✨

i’m back with another rec list!! september was crazy so i skipped it but here’s my list for october i hope you enjoy!

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for: harry styles, luke hemmings, calum hood, conrad fisher, jj maybank, anthony bridgerton, andy barber, peter parker, bucky barnes, & dylan o’brien

harry styles

blush - @moonchildstyles

“y/n is a makeup artist and she doesn't think she's ever had a better halloween”

pearls - @moonchildstyles

y/n joins harry on tour to help with backing vocals, harry falls head over heels for her

luke hemmings

similar desires - @vailvr

“a feeling of jealousy is all it takes for the emotions they kept hidden to come to light.”

calum hood

chopped - @ukulelecal

“in which you and calum get inspired by Chopped”

5sos

pancakes - @theshyspy

“hour night went nothing like you planned as your date stood you up. luckily, your two best friends are always eager to cheer you up.”

conrad fisher

ocean eyes - @cryonme

“it's a shitshow of a summer, and conrad fisher has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.”

jj maybank

manner legs, teacher voice, and time-outs - @hanluev

y/n is a teacher & jj comes to visit her class

anthony bridgerton

tales of a heart - @imalexaalonso1

“anthony bridgerton has declared he's looking for a wife.“

andy barber

unpolished - @mackenzielovee

“being Andy Barber's assistant was never going to be easy. but you never anticipated it being this difficult, either.”

peter parker

cant get close - @ptergwen

“in danger of flunking physics, you enlist peter parker to tutor you.“

clause 3 of the friendship agreement - @youlightmeupfinn

“you and peter parker have always been the best of friends, even going as far as to enact a friendship agreement like idiots.“

bucky barnes

beefy bucky barnes being drunk and obsessed with you - @infictionalwonderland

drunk, cute bucky loves his girl

dylan o’brien

collision course coachella - @theinternetisfulloftrash

“the last person you expect to see dancing his way around the coachella venue right in front of you is dylan o'brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time.”

[asterias-record-shop]

hello :),

i was wondering if you still write stiles stillinski fics??

if so, could you perhaps write a necromancer (maybe male reader) x stiles fic??? maybe some pinning or a meet cute or some comfort?? you can pick :)

thank youuu 🖤🖤

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                    — heal

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No description or pronouns used, can be read as a male, female, gender-neutral, fluid, etc. reader!

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Stiles definitely didn’t expect to hear sobbing in the woods today. At first, he thought some vengeful spirit was out to get him for accidentally messing with their resting period, but it kept getting louder. It was confusing, walking around the forest until he got to a clearing, quite shocked when he saw someone kneeling down in the middle - continuously sobbing maniacally.

He didn’t quite know what to do, about to turn around before a twig cracked under his foot.

Fuck.

The sobbing paused as he looked up at the figure, gaping when he met your eyes.

“Uhm… hi.”

The sobbing got louder and harder after he spoke, Stiles unable to form words before he saw the dark, halo-like smoke below you. Slowly, he walked over, already recognizing the sign of death.

“It fell!” You sobbed as he walked over, finally standing next to your kneeling form, humming when he saw the dead rabbit.

He was confused though, looking around. “How… how did it fall?”

“A hawk was carrying it! I was chasing it to try and catch it and it died!” You wailed, Stiles quickly kneeling down to hold your shoulder awkwardly. “Hey… hey, it’s okay… it’s okay, I’ll help you.”

You sniffle, your sobbing paused. “How?”

He hummed softly as he kneeled down, letting his hands gather over the smoke that had not yet soaked into the ground to the underworld, inhaling as he circled it softly. He lets it form into a compact ball, slowly pushing it back into the rabbit and watching the body inflate again. He felt the bones begin to mend, cracking as you gasped next to him, quickly straightening before the rabbit jumped up.

All beings that had their energy put back into them had a habit of getting hyper.

You laughed as it hopped away, humming as you wiped your cheeks. “You’re one of those necro guys, aren’t you?”

“A necromancer,” Stiles laughed, then nodded. “I’m Stiles.”

“Y/N,” you respond, smiling as you offer your hand. “Thanks for uhm… doing that.”

He hummed, nodding slightly. “I’m Stiles.”

You tilted your head. “You already said that.”

“Right,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry uhm… yeah.”

You smiled, humming. “Well, Stiles, we should go see what else we can heal.”

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© asterias-record-shop

[dreamsfromthesandman]

A/N: hi all! So sorry for being MIA! Being newly pregnant is kicking my butt! But I did manage a story for someone. The tag I have is mushroomgirl420 but nothing comes up when I search. Please tag!! And without further ado here is a mitch x reader! ————————————————————————

“I won’t talk unless I’m dead,” y/n stated through the bloody lip she had. She got kidnapped while her and Rapp were aboard on a mission. She was so blinded by her target and was about to snipe him when Mitch shouted in her ear piece that there was someone on the roof with me. The napper and y/n fought hand to hand until it suddenly became 4 on 1.

“I’m coming, y/n!” A shout from her ear came.

“Time to bail,” she said and started running to get off the roof. She couldn’t take on all 4 alone without getting her ass beat in the process or even killed. The odds were against her. She could hear Mitch’s breathes in her ear as he ran up the stairs. He kept begging her to hang in there as he ran.

One guy got in her way and she tried to bowl him over. It ended up not working and he launched her so close to the edge of the building.

“Almost there y/n. Just hang in there.”

“Mitch I am running out of options,” she huffed, careful to dodge hands trying to either push her off or grab her.

A body slammed into her causing her to go over the side of the building. She was hanging onto the edge for her life.

“Mitch!? I need help! I’m dangling off a building!” She screamed. This was not the way she was going to go. No answer from

Mitch but she could hear more fighting going on. She took it upon herself to see if she could hoist herself up and over. 1 guy flew off the edge, landing on the hard ground below.

“Hang on, y/n!” He shouted. It was like an echo as you heard from the ear piece and from above on the roof. A hand appeared and grabbed bother her wrists pulling her up. She was super thankful for mitch as she was hoisted up. As she was going up, she realized it was Mitch. He was on the other side fighting. Who was this that grabbed her?

“Why hello there,” he smirked. It was the target. He had her in a very vulnerable position. He let her wrists fall but quickly brandished a gun and pointed it at her head.

“Walk.”

“I’d rather die.”

His companion wielded a knife and slashed her cheek.

“I said walk.”

She walked.

Rapp finally launched the last one over the edge and turned to help y/n and his face fell. He seen y/n with a gun to her head and a knife wound to the face. He stood up to his full length and approached.

“Let her go,” he boomed.

“Not until you give me what’s mine!”

“That’s not my call. I’ll ask again to let her go.”

“You think I care about her? I could kill her here and now and it wouldn’t matter. Then I would kill you and I would still get my plutonium back.”

Y/n’s eyes start to sting, tears threatening to fall. She has never been in this situation and to think this is how she would go was heartbreaking.

“Mitch don’t give it back,” she cracked, “if this is it then just go.”

“I’m not leaving.” He raised his gun but that only resulted in a shallow stab wound to the side. She screamed. It would haunt Mitch forever.

“Go!”

“No! Not without you y/n.”

“This is touching but since we’re at a stand still I think I’m going to keep her for a while. You stay there or I’ll just have her stabbed to death. That scream was really beautiful.”

Mitch took a step, gun still raised. Y/n was jerked back, the knife now closer to her neck. She debated on just running so that Mitch could shoot but she knew that would result in her dead either way.

Y/n was able to bring back the old Mitch before Katrina died. Y/n wouldn’t say that they were a couple but they have had their share of tender moments. This was killing Mitch to not be able to help her.

“I’ll find you,” Mitch affirmed. Y/N shook her head and walked away. She didn’t want to die this way. She was part of the fucking CIA and they didn’t die like that. She spoke very low so that only mitch could hear in the ear piece.

“Shoot right.”

Mitch didn’t have a lot of time to react before y/n broke away to the left. He was fast with a gun and thankfully landed a hit on the guy who held the gun, knocking it to the ground close to the edge of the building. Y/n jumped the guy with the knife and kicked it out of his end and turned it onto him. As revenge, she sliced his cheek and held the point to this Adam’s apple.

“Should I slice you now? Maybe stab the apple?”

“Y/n, stop.”

She put some pressure and a drop of red came. She wanted revenge from getting kidnapped, even if it was only for a few minutes. Mitch kept yelling at her to leave him as they needed to get going.

“Y/n!” She heard him but also didn’t care. No one tried to kidnap her. No one. She kept putting pressure until he started begging. That’s what she liked to hear.

“That’s it. Beg.”

The gun was still near the edge of the building that was long forgotten about by Mitch and y/n. Mitch was attempting to get y/n from committing an unsanctioned hit. A bang rang out and a white hot pain shot through y/n’s arm. Mitch turned and seen the guy he shot a few minutes ago barely standing with the gun in his hand.

This was just enough time for the man to knock the knife out of y/n’s hand and turn it on her, slashing the bullet wound. She yelped in pain and was then shoved to the ground.

She is yanked by her hair and directed to the helicopter that has now landed. She was half dragged and half walked to this chopper by him. Mitch stood by the other after shooting him again, turning just in time to see the chopper take off with y/n inside. He has failed her. He ran toward it attempting to jump on the leg to climb up. He misses as it was too high.

He watches it fly away with his y/n inside. He couldn’t lose another girl. He would rather die rather than let another girl die on his watch. He flicks out his cell phone and calls Stan with the bad news. He advised to come back to base to discuss the next steps of the plan.