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It’s always hotter in hell.

Why are the bad guys always so damn hot?!

Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

//

Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

Written & Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 17/10/23. Likes, feedback and reblogs are extremely welcomed!!

DON'T COPY OR REPOST MY WORKS!!

Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

//

Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh, at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

Written & Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 17/10/23. Likes, feedback and reblogs are extremely welcomed!!

DON'T COPY OR REPOST MY WORKS!!

Isaac from teen wolf is totally obsessed with the reader, he would do anything for them and loves to give them hugs from behind and one time while they both spend time at yn's house, Isaac opens up about his trauma and gets lots of comfort and support from y/n

I highly believe he deserves happiness and a partner who would support and love him, help him through his darker moments in life

Isaac Lahey x GN!reader

● Isaac is the softest boyfriend

● and totally obsessed with you

● he will do literally anything you ask of him

● if you even just so mention feeling in the mood for a certain type of food he's immediately grabbing his keys to go get some

● he once drove two hours just to buy you pastries from your favorite bakery because you said it had been a while since you last went

● he has every important date and anniversary memorized and gets you little gifts for all of them

● and will buy gifts just because it reminded him of you

● your friends are surprised by how romantic Isaac actually is since he used to put up such a tough exterior

● but then he goes and does things like leaving you cute notes in your locker or your textbooks

● he's always hugging you

● he's a giant so he loves to hug you from behind and kiss the top of your head

● and he will happily carry you around everywhere

● since he's living at the McCall house Scott or Melissa often come home to find you guys cuddling on the couch watching movies

● that sweet boy tries to cook dinner for the three of you but it never turns out quite right

● not that any of you say anything, you know he tries his best and he wants to do something nice for Scott and Melissa for letting him stay in their home

● so you all just pretend that his food isn't under or over cooked… or for some reason extremely salty when you've never even seen him pick up the salt to season with

● one night he's hanging out at your place and he opens up to you about his childhood

● you knew he had some trauma but never pressured him to tell you about it until he was ready

● he gets choked up and teary eyed telling you about everything he went through because of his dad

● but that he's finally starting to heal thanks to you and the McCall's

● you hold him and tell him how much you love him and how you're always going to be there for him

● you keep your promise because just like he is there for you, you are always there to love and support him even on his

── scotty doesn’t know

paring stiles stilinski x mccall!reader, word count 548, genre kinda suggestive, ( masterlist )

scott can’t find out. you’ve somehow managed to hide a big secret from your brother. you’ve been secretly dating his best friend, stiles now for a couple months without scotty knowing. he would freak if he found out that his baby sister was dating his best friend because of his rule "my sister is off limits" that scott made up in middle school after stiles looked at you for "a bit too long" for his liking.

you just wanted a moment where you could be together intimately and not get caught. so, the best you could do in a spur of the moment on a sunday night was in the middle of a empty parking lot. since stiles dad is home and, so was scott with alison in his bedroom doing god knows what.

stiles turned his key, turning his jeeps engine off. you balled up his flannel in a fist drawing him closer to your lips into a desperate kiss. it wasn’t a want at this point it was a need. it was a craving that needed to be fulfilled.

stiles didn’t hesitate as his hand reached up to your jaw, cradling it and bringing you closer. your hand slipped down to under his shirt your fingertips dancing over his skin.

stiles disconnected his lips from yours, so that he could kiss down your neck. he made sure to leave marks that was definitely going to be visible and hard to cover up for school the next day, but that was your last concern at the moment. your head tilted back to give him more access. your hand now finding a place in his hair tugging at the roots drawing a muffled whine from him.

"backseat, l-lets go to the backseat." a whine falls from your mouth.

your shirts discarded in the front seats as you followed him climbing over the console to the backseat. your hands exploring each other bodies in desperation and desire. out of desperation he tugs at your jeans without breaking the kiss. he fumbles with the button before quickly abandoned them in the floor of the jeep.

he grabbed your thigh rubbing smoothing circles with his thumb. every single touch seemed to set fire to your skin and a chill up your spine. his hand rested on the car door pulling away from your lips to catch his breathe. you take a moment to adore the beauty of the man in front of you. the soft lighting that lit his features. the moles scattered across his face. his brown eyes. gosh, he was too perfect. if anyone asked you the definition of what is perfect he would be the first one to pop into your mind.

the sound of heavy breathing and the melody of "scotty doesn’t know" that played on the radio was heard in the jeep.

his head dropped in the crook of your neck pressing a gentle kiss on your skin. your hand reaching down to unbutton his jeans as he brings you into a heated kiss once again.

"my brother can’t know." you mumbled against his lips. his agreement was muffled as he was too focused on you to think about anything else especially an actually answer. he’s mind was too cloudy and hazy.

scotty doesn’t know.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

Need Him

Stiles x gn!reader

A/N - this is my first Stiles x reader and also my longest fic so far. Sorry if it's not great I've kinda had it in my crafts for a while :)

Sighing in frustration you hung up your phone before focusing back onto the road. This is the third phone call you'd made to Stiles, and he still hadn't answered. You pulled into the street that the Stilinski's lived and took a deep breath to try and keep your tears at bay.

You and Stiles had been dating for a month or two now, but you weren't one hundred percent in the relationship. All you wanted was to stop holding back r

You were on the run; you might have to leave at any minute. But lately you had felt yourself become closer and closer with Stiles, letting your guard down, and you weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Tonight, you had gotten a text from an anonymous number. It was your mum, she was coming. Soon. You didn't know what to do. You had built relationships in the town and you didn't want to leave, but you didn't want to burden the pack with your problems.

The only person that knew about your relationship with your mother was Stiles. He found you one time when you were crying. It had been the anniversary of your father's death and you weren't at school, so Stiles came looking for you. He found you at your apartment in a ball on your bed crying.

Since then, yours and Stiles’ relationship grew. He was there for you. Which was making this whole situation even harder. You could stay here in Beacon Hills with the people you love, or you could leave to protect yourself and maybe even the pack. 

You just needed Stiles.

As you pulled into his driveway you began to call Stiles again.

"Hey this is Stiles, leave a message at the-“

You grabbed the key you have to the house from your car and made your way towards the door. As you were walking up you could barely hold yourself together. It seemed like everything was crashing down building towards an initial meltdown. 

You took a shuddering breath before pushing open the door to a dark house. 

You checked your phone to see the time was 1:16. You were mindful that the sheriff was probably asleep as you tiptoed through the house and up the stairs towards Stiles' room. 

When you open the door, it was dark like the rest of the house. The only light in the room was the moon through the curtains and his alarm clock with bright red numbers. You spot his sleeping face practically passed out.

"Stiles," you croaked out. His eyes fluttered a little bit before staying closed. "Stiles." you said a bit more forcefully.

His eyes opened slowly before seeing a shadowy figure at his door. He quickly sat up getting ready to scream, looking for his baseball bat.

"Stiles! Stiles wait, it's just me.”

"What are you doing here?" He asked and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed and turning a lamp on, looking at how late it was. 

You looked at him and his concerned face and saw how much he cared for you. The dam in your mind finally broke and everything finally came crashing down.

"I- I," you stammered looking for an answer as tears fell down your face. You looked at Stiles with a broken face and he got up from his bed and brought you into a hug.

"Baby what's going on." He asked with concern in his eyes, "has something happened, are you hurt?"

The concern that shown in his eyes made you cry even harder.

"I-, it's my mum. She sent me an anonymous text saying that she found me. And now I'm going to have to leave before she finds me, and I don't know what to do and I’m freaking out cause you’re my everything and I have to leave you.” You let out a shaky breath and he brought you into a tight hug. “But maybe I'm just to co-dependent and it's become unhealthy. But I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you, but I never want to put you in harm’s way ever. And my mind is so jumbled up I just don't even know what to think anymore."

You put your head in the junction between his head and shoulder not wanting to see his face. 

"Oh baby." He muttered, pulling you closer. “You complete me and I never want you to leave.”

"Please... Please just hold me." You brokenly whispered. Stiles pulled you even closer if that was possible and started walking towards the bed.

"C'mon it's late and you need some sleep. We can talk in the morning." He said in your ear as let you go to get under the covers. You pulled off your shoes before getting in as well and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes and Stiles ran his fingers through your hair. 

You could hear his heartbeat in his chest lulling you to sleep. And his evening out breath. You could tell he was asleep, but your thoughts were too loud for you to sleep. 

What were you supposed to do? How could you stay and potentially put the people you love in danger? But you didn't want to leave. You had finally built relationships around you. Finally, people to call friends. Finally, people to call family. And Stiles. You couldn't describe how much he meant to you.

You looked up at him. When you look at him you see his kindness, his ambition, his determination. You saw how devoted he is to his friends; despite all the challenges he faces he's always there for them... For you. 

You remembered all the time things had been too much. All the times you just couldn't do it anymore. The times you felt like you had no-one to turn to. And in those times you saw Stiles. Every time he was there for you, no matter what. 

Tears came to your eyes as you realized how much you loved him. You leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips. You loved him, everything about him. You couldn't leave him.

── jealous girl

paring stiles stilinski x fem!reader, word count 316, genre angst, ( masterlist )

jealousy. jealousy was the only thing that could explain how you felt right now in this moment.

the cheerleader uniform that you wore for tonight’s game seemed to be getting everyone else’s attention beside his, stiles.

he seemed to be too preoccupied with the new girl. she obviously had a big crush on him, but he was too clueless to notice.

you listened in on their conversation, as you separate with the rest of the cheerleaders to go to your locker.

he was leaned against his locker telling her some story. the same exact story he tells you about to help you go to sleep on restless nights. him and scott was practicing lacrosse and with stiles poor aim at the time he accidentally hit scott in his face leaving him with a black eye for a couple weeks.

she was laughing and touching his upper arm being a bit too comfortable with him for your liking. stiles was nervous after the touch on his arm his heartbeat picked up rapidly. you noticed that afterwards he continued to steal glances at you every five seconds.

poor girl was in denial believing she had a chance. once the bell rings signaling to go to class. you shut your locker and make your way through the crowd to meet him at his locker.

"baby, you ready?" you smiled, not even sparing a glance at the girl.

"yeah," his eyes lit up once he saw you. he shut his locker adjusting his backpack. "see you later." he waved at the girl, as he slipped his hand in yours intertwining your hands together walking off to first period.

it was sad really. the next day the girl was reported dead. apparently, she was attacked by some kind of animal that completely ripped her throat out and gutted her.

he was yours no one else in this world could have him.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

stiles x autistic!partner hcs

a/n: april is autism awareness month and i wanted to do smth with our favorite boy! 🫶🏻 reader has lower support needs ( as this is based off of my experience as an autistic person with lower support needs ). not everything will be applicable to all readers.

he’s not unfamiliar with autism, exactly. he knows a lot of his adhd traits intersect with autism traits, but he’s never had a reason to explore it further.

until you.

when he learns that you’re autistic, he goes on one of his adhd deep dives ( sort of like when he went on the werewolf dive when scott was first bitten ).

he knows a LOT about diagnostic criteria ( and sometimes wonders if he himself fits it but that’s for another time ).

he also learns what your dislikes are— tastes, textures, sounds, etc. so he can do his best to keep them away from you. he also knows that are perfectly capable of doing those things yourself but he keeps track anyway because he loves you and he wants to help.

he’s never infantilized you before and he knows that you are your own person. god forbid anyone tries to take your autonomy or imply that because you’re autistic, you can’t do simple things or basic tasks.

but if you do end up needing a little help here and there, he doesn’t mind. he knows what it’s like to struggle with neurodivergence and he’s had a lot of practice with his own. maybe he messes up sometimes but he has good intentions.

he notices shifts in your behavior almost instantly. most of your friend group does but that’s due to supernatural senses; stiles just has an innate focus on you and learns to tell when something is different.

and he does his absolute best to soothe whatever is causing your distress. if some of your classmates are talking too loud or yelling across the cafeteria, he asks to take you outside away from it. or if you’re at a party and suddenly there’s too many people around, he’ll take you to somewhere more secluded. overstimulation is a feeling he knows well, so he sympathizes and does what he can to aid you.

he memorizes a lot of your coping mechanisms. whether it’s the way you tap your fingers together or how you brush the fabric of your skirt back in forth because it’s a texture you like or the rapid onset of blinks that seem to go like clockwork, he knows them all. sometimes he uses them too.

YAP SESSIONS. having an adhd boyfriend is a blessing when it comes to conversation.

he can talk for hours on any of his given topics and so can you. hyperfixations and special interests go hand in hand and god forbid if both of you have the same one at the same time. it happened once and you both ended up staying up all night without realizing it because you were too in depth with your conversation.

and just because he likes to talk, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you talk. sometimes when he needs his brain shut off, he’ll ask you to talk about one of your special interests. not because it bores him, but because he likes listening to the sound of your voice and because your passion for the subject makes it interesting to him. he likes knowing why you enjoy things so much and it helps him when he’s feeling overwhelmed.

he downloaded a text-to-speech app for you for times when you go non-verbal. lydia did too but he was the first because he wanted to make sure that everyone was still able to understand you. communication king.

stiles is REALLY bad at following schedules but if you need one, he makes sure he has it memorized and reminds you when it’s time for something. he can do it for others but when it comes to himself ? not so much.

you went to give him a hug once and his shirt was a fabric/texture you hated, so he threw it away. he wants you to be comfortable around him.

he keeps your safe foods stocked at his house and some in his backpack just in case. once, the cafeteria decided to experiment with the menu and it did not turn out well.

if someone asks “what kind of autism do you have?” he gets defensive. as someone who has dealt with adhd stereotypes and ignorant comments, he hates to see it happen to you.

so anyway if anyone wants to write a void!stiles smut fic based off of the beast by lady gaga ….. i just think that would be neat ok ( this post is me giving express permission for someone to use this idea just tag me when you finish it for .. academic research purposes )

stiles lets his anxious girlfriend run her hands through his hair as a coping mechanism i don’t make the rules

— signed, someone who actively does this

stiles and his best friend who is in love with him and he can’t see it.

it’s no secret stiles stilinski is a nerd. he’s awkward sometimes and he’s never had that many friends— not that he really needed more than scott and you. he says his thoughts without thinking and his sarcastic nature gets him in trouble more often than not. and he’s never been good at talking to girls. girls he likes, that is. he’s been in love with lydia martin almost as long as you’ve been in love with him. except you can count on one hand the number of times he’s spoken to the redhead without making a complete fool of himself. and if you weren’t wishing it was you that made him trip over his words, you’d find it funny. but you do wish it was you, and you don’t find it funny that all she does is blow him off.

it’s not as if your affection for stiles is a secret. he’s one of your best friends, of course you hug him and run your fingers over his buzzed hair and fix his shirt collar and help him with homework and joke about his jeep and do all of the things best friends do. but there’s a yearning in all of those actions, a desire to mean more to him than what you are that consumes you. the lingering glances and the just-too-long touches are obvious to everyone else but stiles. he doesn’t recognize that the way you act around him is the same way he acts around lydia. how could he? he’s never been the one girls want ( as far as he knows ).

scott tries to help. he really does. he sees how much you care for his best friend, can sense just how far gone you truly are. but it doesn’t work. after all, if scott can be with allison, why can’t stiles be with lydia? it could work. those words were said verbatim and it crushed you. why can’t he see that someone already loves him? that the way he is now is the way you want him, always and forever. that he doesn’t have to be popular or first line or supernatural or anything other than who he is at his core.

and when someone mistakes you for dating one another, he laughs. he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard and says, “she’s my best friend.” and the finality in his tone snaps your heart in two but you smile and nod along as if it’s ridiculous that you and stiles would ever date. as if it’s not the one thing you want more than anything, as if it’s not the wish you make every time you blew out a birthday candle, as if it’s not the subject of your happiest dreams. stiles doesn’t see you that way. he never will.

stiles and his best friend who can’t take the pain of being in love with him.

stiles misses you

a/n: i have no excuse for this except i’m on my period and i love crying. this can be interpreted as the reader is dead or they broke up, whichever makes you cry more. xoxo 🫶🏻

stiles misses you.

he misses the sweet scent of your perfume when he walks past you and the lingering daze he’d be in from looking at you. he misses the saccharine smiles you’d give him and the playful ones you’d respond with when he winked at you in class. he misses the color of your hair and the way it shone in the sun like a beacon signaling home. he misses the sparkle in your eyes when you finally figure out something that’s been bugging you.

he misses the sound of your laughter, bright as bells and unapologetic, echoing through the halls and in his brain and how it was so much more intoxicating when he was the one who made you laugh. he misses your kind words, the gentleness in your tone and the way you can make anything sound sweet. he misses how you’d comfort him when he cried and whenever he had a bad day, rubbing soothing circles into his back and quiet murmurs of reassurance.

he misses the familiar sound of your voice, the way he hears it first out of every sound that goes through his adhd-riddled brain. he misses hearing your voice and knowing everything would be okay because you’re here and you’re safe and you’re all that matters to him.

he even misses the way that you fight. riding in silence in his jeep until you can’t take it anymore and yelling until you can’t breathe until you finally give in to one another and have it out the way you need to. whether it’s harsh or disappointing or all-consuming heartache, he misses all of the feelings you give him.

he misses your heartbeat. the steady sound of it pounding in his ears as his head lays across your chest and your fingers thread through his hair as you hum softly to him. he misses the constant calmness that comes with you being around when he’s alone, mind racing with anything and everything that won’t let him sleep at night.

he misses your clothes, the ones you’d leave around his house after sleepovers or just in case you ever needed an outfit replacement after some supernatural horror ruined yours. he misses the way they smell like you because the ones he has are beginning to fade and he’s afraid he’ll forget what that smell is. the smell of home.

he misses driving around beacon hills with you in the middle of the night when you’re stuck doing werewolf patrol, the silly games you’d play and the way you’d make up some outlandish rules to twist the odds in your favor.

he misses the way he always had someone on his side, how you would always believe him no matter what anyone said or did. you always held firm in your belief that stiles was right. he misses having someone to stick up for him about his ideas and having someone in his corner, rain or shine, right or wrong. he misses the feeling of togetherness, of being half of a whole.

stiles misses your stupid texts, the ones you’d send him while bored in class, not caring if you got caught and had your phone taken away. he misses the heart emoji you’d always put at the end of every one as a reminder that you loved him. he misses the texts in the middle of the night about questions neither of you can answer, whether philosophical or entirely improbable. he misses the way you’d text him good morning and how you’d always text him to make sure he got home okay.

he misses the hours-long phone calls talking about everything that was going on in your world, supernatural or not, good or bad. he misses being able to say whatever he wants to say without fear of judgement or apprehension. he misses the stretches of silence that come after you fall asleep on the phone together, your voice slurring as you fight sleep but you don’t want to hang up because you just want him. he misses knowing that you’re on the other end of the line, always waiting for him.

he misses you so bad that it chokes him, hot tears on his pillow as he looks at the picture of you two that he keeps on his nightstand. he misses you so bad he can’t breathe through the pained sobs that plague him every night, holding onto the pillow you used to use when you slept over, trying to cling to the memories that are starting to fade.

stiles misses you.

stiles and sandman!reader blurb

a/n: this was inspired by the song “at all costs” from wish and i was going to do a full length fic but i can’t quite get it right so right now here’s a blurb! testing the waters to see if it’s smth y’all would want <3

you weren’t supposed to dream.

in all of your years, you had never dreamt. no terrifying nightmares, no reliving moments of your past, no outlandish fantasies that fleeted from your brain the second you woke. not even when you were little. it had never been unusual to you, knowing that your family were dream guardians— or more commonly known in lore, sandmen.

you weren’t sure when it had started, when the images of a boy with dark hair and equally dark eyes had started to come to you. but the longer it went on the more you grew attached, to look forward to sleep and to seeing the serene face in your dreams. there was no name, no identifying factor other than his soft features that brought you comfort rather than disturbance.

you kept it a secret. not because it was particularly dangerous or untoward ( as far as you knew ), but rather because it felt good to have something uniquely your own. and maybe because you were afraid if you told the other members of your family, the dreams would stop. and selfishly, you couldn’t let him go.

stiles had never kept track of his dreams. most of the time they were weird and nonsensical and filled with allusions to his favorite nerdy media. and they never repeated. sure, some of them had the same premise or started the same way but there was always something different about them, something that made each one different. that was, until a few months ago when he had begun to dream of a mysterious girl. the first time he figured it was a product of his imagination, a fantasy he had created to combat his lack of a relationship. but then he dreamt of her again.

and again. and again. and again.

always the same over and over. the girl frozen in time, her eyes gentle and her smile kind. she never spoke but it seemed like she wanted to. of course, he had to be going crazy. how could a figure in a dream want anything? wanting was so completely and utterly human, something he knew very well after dreaming of her for months. he wanted to know her so much it bled into his waking hours, leaving him desperate for the time he’d close his eyes and see her again.

he didn’t tell anyone. with all of the nonsense he and his friends went through, this small pocket of peace that he found in his sleep was something he wanted to keep to himself ( and maybe he was afraid they’d make fun of him for making up a literal “dream girl” ).

for months they dreamt of each other. always watching, memorizing until they could recall the features of the other as well as they could their own. neither of them understood the true depth of their connection, nor that it was real and more tangible than any dream had a right to be.

after all, the saying is “dreams do come true”.

i have this idea in my head but i don’t know if i should write it out properly or just do a bullet point post for it. i feel like i’m better at bullet point format posts but what would you guys prefer??

eek thank you for the tag !! <3 i might make a drabble out of this lol i love the vibes he’s so lover boy

tags: @lastolympus @kowbelll @obriengf @star--stilinski @darkintothedawn & anyone !

; 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 .ᐟ

It's time for another tag game everybody! This one's because I missed valentines day... So here ya' go! Sweet treat from Joy 🤍

; pick a fictional character, a small gift and a sweet treat. Your date is perfect now!

npt: @pizzaapeteer @moonpascal @foodiegoogie @notyaslol @lov3notts + anybody who'd love to join!

Have fun, hun 🤍

jealous stiles.

ok so i know i have a few jealous bsf! stiles posts but let’s talk about jealous BOYFRIEND stiles ( this is shorter than i wanted it to be but alas )

stiles is very unaware of how attractive he is. it’s a fact of life and you’re honestly baffled. so he’s surprised he even has an s/o at all.

in the beginning stages of dating, he has more of an insecure jealousy. he knows you’re attractive, so he’s never mad at you for it.

he just thinks that you’ll realize he isn’t good enough for you.

so he never really directly says he’s jealous and sometimes it causes a rift.

he gets silent and somewhat distant, brushing it off as being busy or supernatural drama. but you begin to catch on to his tricks and how it only seems to happen when you’ve been asked out or flirted with in front of him.

and you reassure him that you love him, standing firm in your stance and while you’ve never been secretive about your relationship with stiles, you begin to broadcast it more. for his sake ( and maybe just because you like bragging about your boyfriend. )

but i think once you’ve been together for a while, he gets comfortable with your relationship. cocky, even.

it’s evolution to his natural confidence and you love it.

someone flirts with you and he drapes an arm around your shoulder, a lazy smirk on his face as he says that you’re spoken for.

public displays of affection are common for you two but it does seem to ramp up when he notices you getting more attention than normal.

and you ask him if it bothers him and he goes “only because they think they have a chance with you.”

when it’s not outright jealousy, it’s shown in the form of possession.

you wearing his lacrosse jerseys, his jackets, him driving you to and from school, making it known that he’s with you. also hickeys. lots of them.

that possession also extends to his own appearance. he lets you mark him up any time you want and that makes him feel just as good as it does when you tell off some jerk for hitting on you when they know you have a boyfriend already.

his jealousy is never angry, only annoyance and it fuels his desire to show that you’re his partner and only his.

if someone has particularly bothered him or you about your relationship, he seeks you out and his actions are somewhat petty ( again, not towards you ).

he’ll kiss you in direct view of the person who asked you out, borderline making out in a way that is not appropriate for a public setting. or asking about your plans later in a voice that’s a little too loud for the school hallway just to make sure they hear that he’s the one you have plans with.

Hi, gorgeous! How do you think Stiles would execute breakfast in bed? Beautiful disaster maybe? Or would he be super careful and tame his clumsiness?

(I hope you're feeling much better! 💜)

omg hi lovely !! i am feeling a bit better now <33 and this is SUCH a cute prompt, thank you for asking and giving me this :))

as stiles is our resident adhd disaster i think he tries really hard. but alas, i don’t think he is as successful as he hopes.

as his mother died when he was young, he wasn’t really taught to cook and since noah works most of the time, i think it’s a lot of junk food nights and simple meals. ramen, mac and cheese, anything easy to do. and while i do think some aspects of breakfast are easy for him to cook, the elaborate breakfast in bed idea is a bit too advanced for our dear boy.

maybe it’s valentine’s day, your birthday, or a random day where he wants you to feel special and he gets the idea in his mind. so he tries his absolute hardest.

he gathers all the ingredients and lays them out and he has a system, he swears he does but you’d never be able to decode it. at first, it’s going well. the eggs are fine and the bacon is sizzling in the pan, but things start to decline when he forgets the toaster oven. he’s humming to himself as he pushes the bacon around in the pan, dancing a little in the cute little apron he’s wearing ( i told you, he’s committed to the bit ). and his mind wanders a little to you and how happy you’ll be and suddenly the smell of burnt bread fills his nostrils and he freaks. it throws him off his game.

so in his attempt to clean up the burnt toast and rid the kitchen of the smoke and the acrid smell, the bacon in turn gets forgotten about. it fries to a crisp and is unable to be salvaged. by now, the eggs are cold.

it disheartens the poor boy. so he probably just brings you takeout breakfast instead ( which is still just as sweet because he took time out of his day to bring you food. )

in summary, i think he would try so hard to make it perfect which it what ultimately messes him up. and he learns it’s much more fun when you cook breakfast together, being goofy and where he isn’t as in his head about it being the “perfect” breakfast in bed. besides, once you’re done cooking you can always take the tray of breakfast foods back to bed and cuddle while you eat.

OKOK BSF STILES WHEN ANOTHER GUY IS LIKE ACTIVELY HITTING ON U INFRONT OF HIM AND HES ALL JEALOUS.

okok so i feel like bsf!stiles and bf!stiles are different types of jealous hear me out. also this isn’t like being hit on directly in front of him but this is what came out when i sat down to write so i’m sorry if you wanted smth different :/

bsf! stiles who knows he has absolutely no claim to you romantically, but still abhors the thought of someone that isn’t him being with you in a romantic context.

bf! stiles who is insanely possessive over you and borderline more territorial than any of his literal werewolf friends ( i’ll elaborate in another post )

imagine if you’re at school, fiddling with your locker because the stupid thing just won’t budge and before you can open your mouth to cuss it out, a voice asks if you need help.

you spin, startled, but smile as you take in an unfamiliar face. a new kid, more than likely, and you accept with a grateful smile. after fiddling with it for a few seconds he yanks it free and you thank him, offering him a tour of the school in return as a thank you.

and he’s nice. he listens to your ramblings about certain teachers and which people to avoid and where to sit at lunch and the best places to hide if you want to skip class. he laughs at your jokes and offers you soft smiles that would make any other girl practically melt at the sight.

as you’re walking to class stiles rounds the corner and you beam, jumping at the opportunity to introduce the new kid to someone else so he isn’t entirely a fish out of water. and stiles can see the way he looks at you. the guy’s eyes are alight with a curious fascination as they flicker between you and he can see the moment he decides the two of you are just friends. when he decides stiles isn’t a threat to the plans he seems to be making.

his jaw sets in a firm line, greeting him casually but there’s something hard in the tone of his voice that you can’t exactly pinpoint. it makes you pout, because why is stiles being so decidedly unfriendly? it isn’t like your best friend to dismiss someone out of hand unless he has a damn good reason. and from what you know, he’s never met this guy before in his life. instead of questioning it the way you want to, you shrug it off and tell stiles you’ll see him later. maybe he’s just having a bad day. he mumbles a goodbye and you return it half-heartedly, turning back to your companion.

little do you know, stiles tracks you all day. he watches you as the guy openly flirts and you don’t seem to reject his advances. he watches as you direct him to sit with him and the pack at lunch. he watches, and that ugly green-eyed monster in the pit of his stomach grows. he’s practically livid but he hides it well to the untrained eye. and he watches at the end of the day as the guy asks you out. he doesn’t stay to hear your answer.

it’s all he thinks about at practice, the scenes replaying in his head at a torturous pace and his annoyance is on full display. it’s a distraction, one that gets him berated by coach more than once, even earns him questioning looks from his teammates and an interrogation from scott.

he’s not upset at you. god, how could he be? you’re perfect. smart and pretty and kind and loyal and utterly captivating. he knows that it’s inevitable for someone else to see you the way he does. he just wishes he’d have actually done something about it. but he doesn’t even know if you feel the same way. and he isn’t going to ruin the friendship you two have just because he was the idiot who fell in love.

( part 2?? maybe?? do we want it?? )

I Hate You~Liam Dunbar

WARRING: Cussing,P-in-V Sex,Hate Sex

It was nearly impossible to find a hotel this late at night with rooms available, but we were lucky—until Scott revealed Liam and I would be sharing a room.

"You have to be kidding, right? I glare at Liam and yell, "There's no way I'm sharing a room with him."

"Listen, I understand it's not ideal, but we have no choice. Scott sighs, "It's one night you'll both be fine."

Liam complains, "This is going to be the worst night of my life."

"Oh my god, I'm done listening to the two of you." Let's head to our rooms and leave early in the morning," says Stiles.

Liam and I keep giving each other glares as everyone nods. After arriving at our room, unlocking the door, and setting all of our stuff down, there was only silence.

"I'm going to change."

"Good for you," Liam murmurs.

I changed into shorts and a basic t-shirt. When I walk out, I can feel Liam's gaze moving over my entire body. He has changed, too, and he's not wearing a shirt. I decided not to say anything about it.

I sighed as I climbed into bed, already irritated by how much room Liam was taking up.

"Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side," I scoffed.

"Trust me, I don't want to be any closer to you than I need to." He scoffed back.

Liam gives me another quick glance before he moves over, switches off the lamp, and settles in.

I turn with my back to him and try to nod off.

I woke up to Liam's body right against mine and his hand on my hip, not realizing how much time had passed.

How the hell are we in this position at all?

"You wouldn't stop moving your fucking hips, and I was freezing, so I moved over," he complains, obviously sensing that I had woken up.

"Okay, there's no reason for the fucking attitude." I scoffed

"Maybe if you weren't basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on, I wouldn't have to give attitude," he responds.

Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I became fully aware of his dick pressing against my ass.

I mumble, "Sounds like a problem," relieved that it was dark and he couldn't see the blush that had formed on my cheeks.

"Keep it up, and you'll be a whimpering mess beneath me," he responds.

That one sentence was all it took for me to start experiencing pain in the space between my legs.

"What, not another snarky return? Too shaken up by my words?" He questions.

"Fuck off and let me go back to sleep," I complained, not wanting to acknowledge that I was being affected by him.

I sigh as his hand slides under my shorts and rubs my clit in circles.

I felt his fingers go to my entrance and make circles around it, so I spread my legs wider.

"I-Liam." I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I beg, "Stop teasing," my body aching for his fingers to be inside me.

"Mm, but you sound so good begging for me, like a needy slut," he responds.

"Please, I need it," I beg once more as his teasing drives me crazy.

"I always knew you were a little slut." He curls two fingers, hitting that special spot deep inside of me.

"Oh my god," I moan.

He says something I can't hear because I'm too busy feeling good and because the knot in my stomach is getting bigger.

"Are you listening to me?" He asks, bringing me back to the present moment as he grabs my face, turns it to face him, and removes his fingers.

"I- what? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I stammer, frustrated that his fingers aren't inside of me.

With a growl, he reaches for my neck and squeezes, saying, "God, you need to learn how to fucking listen."

"I said you're going to ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be."

"Fuck, yeah, okay." I moaned

His dick shot out and smacked his stomach as I watched him shuffling to take off his boxers and pajamas.

"Take your shirt off." He yelled as he watched me take it off, and then he took both of my breasts and played with my nipples.

"Please.” I beg

"Please what?" He asked back.

"Please let me ride you. I need you." I cry out.

I watch as his hand moves and he spits on it, then begins to jerk off.

"I don’t know. I could just keep getting myself off watching you instead," he replies.

I choke out, almost mesmerized by the way his hand moves up and down. My pussy throbbing for him.

"Liam, fuck, come on."

With a smirk, he says, "So needy, hop on."

I moved so he was facing my entrance and started to lower myself, wincing as his size caused my pussy to stretch.

"You can take it. "Don't act like you can't," he commands.

With my hands supporting his lower abdomen, he growls out as he fully enters me.

My pace fastened, moving up and down as I went. I saw his eyes follow my body up and down several times.

"Fuck me, you really are a little slut." He moans.

"So fucking tight."

I whimper, "Feels—feels so good."

Liam is starting to push his hips up, matching my pace and meeting mine every time I lower myself again, which only makes me more and more satisfied.

"Liam, fuck, I'm going to come," I moan as his dick hits my g-spot, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hold it, not yet," he responds.

"What?" I whine

"You're going to wait till I do." He groans and thrusts his hips more forcefully.

"I can't hold it."

"You can and you will."

I let out a whimper and leaned back, doing everything within me to follow his orders.

It was almost too much for me to handle, as I felt his dick slamming into me.

"Oh, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck. Liam growls, his eyes tightly shut, as I feel him release into me.

The sight of him only makes it more difficult to resist. "Don't think about stopping," he says.

"Please," I pleaded, not sure that I could even contain myself for another moment.

"Such a slut, needing to come so badly," he grumbles. "Come for me."

My legs quickly grow weak as pleasure consumes my body, and I let out moans as my climax takes over.

"That was.”

"Amazing," he finished.

"I've never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me."

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't just not be cocky for 5 minutes?" I groaned.

"Nope, it's in my nature." He shrugs

"Fuck, you're so annoying," I respond.

"You didn't seem to think I was annoying when you were screaming my name and begging to come," he grinned.

"You are now," I answer.

"Just wait. I’ll have you begging for me all over again.

Get A Clue~Liam Dunbar

Warring- Cussing, Unprotected sex

"Liam, I don't see the maps! I thought you said you hid them!" You scoffed.

"I did! I know I'm new to this whole Werewolf Pack thing, okay, but I know what I'm doing!" He scoffed back.

"Oh, really, then where is it?” You stared at him while he searched vigorously through the books and papers on the table. His body looked so fit. His expression was concentrated.

 You’ve always had a crush on Liam, ever since he joined the pack. You imagined romantic and dirty thoughts about Liam as you stared.

 You pictured Liam standing there, staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes. Getting lost in his sparkling blue orbs Then you realized you weren't daydreaming, and Liam was actually staring at you.

 "Did you find them?" He asked with a hint of amusement and annoyance.

 "Wh-no. I didn't."

 "Well, if you actually looked, then you probably would have by now," Liam said, turning back to search.

 He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. You watched his every move, checking him out from head to toe. "You know what? I'll look!" He decided. He moved behind you and stopped.

 He stared into your eyes for a minute.You could feel your heart beating quickly, not knowing what to do. You know he could hear the beat of your heart just pumping like crazy.Even you could hear your own breathing without werewolf hearing.

 Liam slowly moved his left hand onto your waist, then snaked it down to your bottom. You could feel his hand grab your butt and his right hand move on your back. He slightly pushed you closer, making you lean in.

In a second, you could feel his soft lips on yours. You moved in sync. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip, and you happily accepted. You made out for quite a while.

Finally, he picked you up and set you down on the table. Slipping your shirt off kissing your neck. You throw your head back, moaning.

 Your fingers run through his soft hair. Liam left kisses down your chest, unclipping your bra, staring at your chest.

 You're gorgeous." He smiled at you. You kissed him, ripping off his shirt. Finally, you both had gotten undressed. You got off the table and got on your knees. You positioned your mouth at the height of Liam’s length.

 You stopped and looked at him. He nodded for you to continue. You took his dick in all the way.

 "Y/N," he breathed.

 His breathing was heavy, and he let out some small moans, pulling your hair back out of your face so you’re able to do it better. You felt him twitch, letting you know that he was ready to cum. You stopped immediately.

 He looked at you, confused. You gave him a smirk. Liam grabbed your upper arm and forced you to back up.

 "You're going to pay for that," he whispered huskily in your ear.

 Chills went down your spine. Your stomach churned. You loved that he wanted to take full control now. You let him turn you around so that you were against the table and your butt was at his waist level.

 You felt some pain as he slammed into you. The pain didn't last long. Pleasure takes over almost instantly.

"Liam!" You moaned.

"Shh!" He told you.

 He covered your mouth with his hands to make sure you wouldn't let out any uncontrollable and loud moans. You tried hard not to shout or make any loud noises so nobody would come in.

 Liam was banging on you like no one else. You wanted to scream so badly. This pleasure was almost too difficult to handle.

 “Liam, I’m so close. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

 He turned and placed you on the table, putting your legs on his shoulders and thrusting into you harder. You put your hand over your mouth this time.

 Your breathing was outrageous and heavy. Surprisingly, the pain was so good you began to cry.

 Liam's breath was making it worse, turning you on even more. You were very close to cumming, and you could feel him getting there, too.

 "Fuck, I'm close! Uh," he moaned quietly.

 A few more hard thrusts, and you two were all over each other. You let out a breath of relief so that you could finally relax. Liam gave you a few more kisses down your body before getting dressed.

 You got dressed fast because, at any minute, someone could come down there.

 Just then, you hear someone put a key in the keyhole. Your head snaps in the direction of the door. Your eyes widen in shock. You looked at Liam, and you both exchanged scared looks.

 "Hurry!" he says.

 "What about the maps?" You say back.

 Liam takes out some old-looking papers from under a book.

"Oh look. I found them," he smirked.

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Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine. 

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

 "See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen. 

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled 

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together. 

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning. 

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck. 

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both. 

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure. 

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

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“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

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Case File

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: mention of parental death again, illegal activities??

Summary: Liam said he’d ask Scott and Stiles to help out with your mother’s murder, and he follows through.

Part Two of Following a Lead

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

i like this character oo also, probably a part three bc i left y’all still clueless oops???

You sat on the edge of Scott’s bed beside Liam as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

After spending the night at Liam’s, Liam had approached you at school the next day about seriously talking to Scott about your mom’s murder. You appreciated the thought but part of you didn’t have a lot of faith that the pack could do much.

Yet here you were after Liam dragged you to Scott’s place—he told Scott it was an emergency. “I wanna help, Y/N, I really do. But I’m not sure there’s a lot we can do without some sort of-“

Before Scott could finish, the door to his bedroom burst open as Stiles practically bulldoze into the room. “I—heard—there—was—an—emergency,” he said between pants as he put his hands onto his knees to catch his breath.

“-police involvement,” Scott finished, furrowing his eyebrows. You knew Scott was right. While they did do tons of things without police involvement, investigating a murder without the case file was hard. Hell, you only went off what you had remembered from what your father told you and what you asked people.

“Police involvement!” Liam exclaimed, jutting a hand out towards the out of breath Stiles. You straightened up, smiling excitedly. Stiles stood up, glancing around the room confused.

“This doesn’t look like an emergency,” Stiles announced, narrowing his eyes at you and Liam. It probably looked like Stiles was a parent called to a school after his kids had gotten in trouble. Either way, not exactly an emergency.

Liam nudged you, prompting you to sputter out some nonsensical words due to unpreparedness. Scott opened his mouth but you quickly jumped to your feet. “I need your help,” you said, looking toward both guys. “I just know my mother’s murder wasn’t random. And I’m pretty sure it was connected to the supernatural.”

“What happened?”

“It was years ago. I was young and I don’t know a lot, but my dad was off at work,” you began, recalling the few details you did know. “Apparently someone had gotten inside the house and...killed her. My father got home to me crying in my crib upstairs—which he claims is weird because my mother wouldn’t have left me alone—and then he called the authorities.” Once you had finished, you felt the slight squeeze of your hand. Liam gave you a supportive smile to which you returned.

“Why do you think it’s supernatural?” Scott asked.

“There was some weird symbol scratched into the floor and...it’s Beacon Hills,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s still unsolved. No evidence, no suspects.”

Then it was Stiles’ turn to interject: “What was the symbol?”

“If we knew that, we’d be having a very different conversation,” Liam answered and you appreciated the ‘we.’ It meant that he was going to help you in all of this, even when you hadn’t asked him to. You appreciated the support.

Scott and Stiles shared a look before Stiles clapped Scott on the shoulder and ushered him from the room. You and Liam shared a look as they went out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. “I wanna thank you, for doing all this,” you said finally, breaking the silence that fell between you two.

“Oh come on, it was nothing.” Liam shrugged. “Besides, I’m pretty invested at this point.” You let out a light chuckle just as the door opened up, with Scott and Stiles entering the room.

Stiles clapped his hands together. “So, I’m gonna get the case file.” Your eyes widened as you let the hope that the case may finally be solved fill your veins. “I mean, I may get grounded. Or arrested depending on how my dad’s feeling, but I’m getting the case file.”

“We can’t guarantee we’re going to find out anything, but we can promise we all will try,” Scott explained and you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“I can’t thank you guys enough, seriously.” You got to your feet and quickly gave both Scott and Stiles a hug. “I should be heading home. My dad’s wants me to come back and he’s making homemade pizza, so.”

You waved goodbye before scurrying from the room, and hurrying from the house. “Thank you guys, really. It’s cool of you to help,” Liam told them both once you had left, and then both of them shot him a look. “...what?”

“You like her,” Stiles teased, a smug grin on his face as Scott too bit back a grin. Liam’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to defend himself but Stiles hushed him.

“It’s cute,” Scott commented as Liam practically went beet red. “and I think she likes you too.” Liam searched for words as he stammered out nothing but noises. “Go home, we’ll mystery solve once Stiles gets the case file.”

Liam ducked his head as he shuffled out of the room, Scott and Stiles sharing one last knowing smile before Stiles left too.

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Scowling

Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Warning: Family Drama but it’s the Hales, I mean ofc

Summary: A worried older brother leads you to angrily watch your boyfriend at lacrosse practice.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

short and sweet??? idk

Drama in your family was far from a surprise. In fact, it was sort of a given. Being a Hale came with its own connotations and you held to deal with them since you were young.

Cora was your fraternal twin sister and when the fire occurred, she had helped you escape the house. You both had then fled, determined to stay together. But when you had gotten back to Beacon Hills to find out your older brother, Derek, was still alive, things changed.

Not only did you want to stay in Beacon Hills but you wanted to help out Scott and his friends as much as possible. Needless to say, your siblings—who had always treated you like a baby in need of protecting like everyone in your family—weren’t too keen on the idea but they trusted Scott.

You had gotten into a fight with Derek just recently. While Cora had gone and left Beacon Hills, Derek had come back in the wake of a supposed Deadpool. It was a list of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills as well as a price for their head.

You were on it.

You turned up to Devonford Prep with a scowl permanently planted on your face. You flopped down onto the open bleachers and watch with little interest as the lacrosse team is in the midst of practice. It didn’t take long for the practice to pause and for your boyfriend, Brett, to jog over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here? You don’t usually show up until the end of practice.” He walked up and took the open seat beside you. You felt like you’re radiating irritation but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m angry, but what’s new?” You questioned with a cynical tone as your scowl seemed to deepen. Brett moved to sit on the bleacher a step lower, turning around to face you. “You can’t help, if you’re wondering.”

“Just smile,” he said, looking up at you, “I really need to see you smile right now.” As he took your hands in his, you couldn’t help it as your lips tugged upward. “There it is.”

“Derek wants me to leave town,” you scoffed, interlocking your fingers with his in an effort to keep calm. “I know this Deadpool thing is dangerous and all, but I’m not a kid!” Brett chuckled lightly, prompting your brows to furrow. “What?”

“They’re pretty serious about this money thing, Y/N.”

“And I’m serious about staying here!” You retorted with a pout. You sighed finally, pulling your hands from his and cupping his face. “You can’t make me leave either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded before connecting your lips. You both ignored the few wolf-whistles from the team as you pulled apart. “Derek just cares about you, I think you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“I don’t like when you’re right,” you whined, scrunching your nose up as Brett got to his feet. A whistle sounded, signaling that practice was continuing. “Go and be athletic.” Brett smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to rejoin the team.

You watched the lacrosse team continue practice, a small smile on your face.

Following a Lead

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: Mention of Parental Death, Getting Kicked Out, Vodka

Summary: It’s two a.m when Liam gets an unexpected visitor at his house. One that intends to stay the night. (Hint: it’s you)

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

6. “I need a place to stay.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

these prompts fit so well together im, also lowkey enjoyed whatever character i just constructed here?? trAGIC BACKSTORY? IS THAT YOU?

You knew it was late. The way the crescent moon peered through the trees and the empty streets were a dead give away. The town was quiet, even for Beacon Hills. Especially for Beacon Hills, actually.

You walked along the sidewalk, the sleeves of your maroon hoodie acting as the only thing barring you against the cold late autumn wind. When you spotted his house, you let out a sigh of relief and bounded up the porch steps.

For a moment, as your hand hovered before the front door, you contemplated turning around and walking away. Perhaps Scott would be more open to letting you stay over but you didn’t know where he lived and it was already late enough.

You knocked against the front door, rubbing your arms as you tried to ignore the cold. When the door edged open and you saw Liam peek out, you gave him a soft appreciative smile. “Y/N?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Liam, hey!” you greeted cheerily, well as cheery as you could be. “I need a place to stay.” Liam looked at you confused for a moment, but it was two a.m and he definitely didn’t have to energy to reject you.

He side stepped, allowing you to enter his house. You smiled thankfully as you stepped inside, gazing about the warm house. “Can I ask why?”

You pondered his question for a moment. It was a long story but you trusted Liam and he did ask. “Well,” you began, “I thought I had found a lead...on my mom’s killer.” Liam, tired as he may be, continued listening. “I was out, like, all day following it. When I got home, about an hour ago, I ran into my dad. He yelled at me for looking into it, saying ‘the past is the past’ and I argued back, of course. Things got intense and he told me to get out.”

You glanced away from Liam, not interested in seeing his reaction as you looked about the house. His parents weren’t around so you could only assume they were probably asleep. “Uh, sorry...that that, uh, happened.” Liam definitely didn’t know what to say to you but you didn’t blame him. You offered a smile in response. “You can stay in my room, just don’t be loud? I don’t think I’m allowed to have you over...at two a.m.”

“Probably not,” you mused as Liam led the way to his room. You trotted after him, almost immediately collapsing onto his bed once you saw it in your line of sight. “Ah. Comfort.”

“Yeah, okay,” Liam sighed softly to himself as he sat down at his desk. He wiped his tired eyes as he watched you toss and turn onto his bed for a moment, before going still. Presumably, you were falling asleep. Liam spun around in his desk chair for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get up.

The only reason he even answered the door was because he had been in the kitchen to get a drink of water. Now he had you in his room and no water. He leant his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his head in his hand as he too drifted off.

———————————

Liam was startled awake by sounds coming from the kitchen. His eyes darted to his empty bed and the wide open bedroom door. Instinctively, he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen to find you sat on the kitchen counter.

A package of chocolate chips was laid beside you and a large bottle of vodka in your hands as you stared at Liam like a deer caught in headlights. Liam’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward the clock and back at you. “It’s six o’clock!” He yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it is!” You yelled back, mimicking his tone. You shook your head as you began to unscrew the lid to the vodka. But Liam snatched it from your hands before you could finish. “Hey!” You exclaimed with a pout.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” Liam scolded you as he adjusted the cap and went to put it back where his parents had kept it. You stuck your tongue out at him as you grabbed the cookies. Liam, once again, took them from your grasp.

You gasped aloud. “I could punch you right now,” you hissed as you hopped off the counter and reached out for them but Liam stepped away before you could. “I haven’t eaten like anything, all day! Besides cereal!”

“Can you be quiet?!” Liam asked desperately, glancing down the hall fearfully. He didn’t want his parents to wake up to find you in the kitchen, that wouldn’t go well for sure. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the return of the chocolate chips. “Wha-what are you even doing out here? You were sleeping.”

You scoffed, “I haven’t slept in ages.” Suddenly your tone went from childish to something much more cynical and dark. Liam looked at you with evident concern. “Not since I’ve begun looking into my mom’s death anyway. The cops never found anything. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.”

“Well yeah, but Y/N-“

“I know she was killed for a reason and I’m willing to bet it had something to do with the supernatural. I just need to figure out how,” you explained with a small shrug. Liam looked over you for a moment before jutting the cookies out toward you. Your eyes lit up. “Are you letting me have them?!” Liam’s eyes widened. “Quiet. Right,” you smiled, lowering your tone as you trotted down the hall back to Liam’s room.

Liam followed you, shutting the door behind you both. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, happily munching on the cookies. “You’re going to have to be out of here by noon. My step-dad will be at work and my mom has to go shopping and-“

“Sorry for stealing your bed, by the way,” you cut him off. “I ended up just stealing your bed and I didn’t even sleep. I tried and then I was just on my phone for...four hours? Wow, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you extended the cookie package out to him. “Cookie?”

“Oh, thanks.” Liam took a cookie as he spun around in his chair for a moment. “Maybe Scott and Stiles could...look into your mom’s murder? I’m not saying they could do a lot but Stiles is always kind of ready to solve a mystery and if it’s the supernatural-“ Liam trailed off, noticing the grin you were giving him. “W-what?”

“You’re sweet,” you told him, almost not noticing the blush on his cheeks once you had said that.

“Well, I just...Y/N...you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

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Masterlist

Riverdale

Still Do - FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Teen Wolf

Following a Lead — Liam Dunbar x Reader

Scowling — Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Supernatural

Marvel/DC

Wormholes and Spacetime — Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Missed Me —Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

The 100

Supergirl — Bellamy Blake x Reader

Fatherhood — Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Forever — Clarke Griffin x Reader

Harry Potter

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stiles x autistic!partner hcs

a/n: april is autism awareness month and i wanted to do smth with our favorite boy! 🫶🏻 reader has lower support needs ( as this is based off of my experience as an autistic person with lower support needs ). not everything will be applicable to all readers.

he’s not unfamiliar with autism, exactly. he knows a lot of his adhd traits intersect with autism traits, but he’s never had a reason to explore it further.

until you.

when he learns that you’re autistic, he goes on one of his adhd deep dives ( sort of like when he went on the werewolf dive when scott was first bitten ).

he knows a LOT about diagnostic criteria ( and sometimes wonders if he himself fits it but that’s for another time ).

he also learns what your dislikes are— tastes, textures, sounds, etc. so he can do his best to keep them away from you. he also knows that are perfectly capable of doing those things yourself but he keeps track anyway because he loves you and he wants to help.

he’s never infantilized you before and he knows that you are your own person. god forbid anyone tries to take your autonomy or imply that because you’re autistic, you can’t do simple things or basic tasks.

but if you do end up needing a little help here and there, he doesn’t mind. he knows what it’s like to struggle with neurodivergence and he’s had a lot of practice with his own. maybe he messes up sometimes but he has good intentions.

he notices shifts in your behavior almost instantly. most of your friend group does but that’s due to supernatural senses; stiles just has an innate focus on you and learns to tell when something is different.

and he does his absolute best to soothe whatever is causing your distress. if some of your classmates are talking too loud or yelling across the cafeteria, he asks to take you outside away from it. or if you’re at a party and suddenly there’s too many people around, he’ll take you to somewhere more secluded. overstimulation is a feeling he knows well, so he sympathizes and does what he can to aid you.

he memorizes a lot of your coping mechanisms. whether it’s the way you tap your fingers together or how you brush the fabric of your skirt back in forth because it’s a texture you like or the rapid onset of blinks that seem to go like clockwork, he knows them all. sometimes he uses them too.

YAP SESSIONS. having an adhd boyfriend is a blessing when it comes to conversation.

he can talk for hours on any of his given topics and so can you. hyperfixations and special interests go hand in hand and god forbid if both of you have the same one at the same time. it happened once and you both ended up staying up all night without realizing it because you were too in depth with your conversation.

and just because he likes to talk, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you talk. sometimes when he needs his brain shut off, he’ll ask you to talk about one of your special interests. not because it bores him, but because he likes listening to the sound of your voice and because your passion for the subject makes it interesting to him. he likes knowing why you enjoy things so much and it helps him when he’s feeling overwhelmed.

he downloaded a text-to-speech app for you for times when you go non-verbal. lydia did too but he was the first because he wanted to make sure that everyone was still able to understand you. communication king.

stiles is REALLY bad at following schedules but if you need one, he makes sure he has it memorized and reminds you when it’s time for something. he can do it for others but when it comes to himself ? not so much.

you went to give him a hug once and his shirt was a fabric/texture you hated, so he threw it away. he wants you to be comfortable around him.

he keeps your safe foods stocked at his house and some in his backpack just in case. once, the cafeteria decided to experiment with the menu and it did not turn out well.

if someone asks “what kind of autism do you have?” he gets defensive. as someone who has dealt with adhd stereotypes and ignorant comments, he hates to see it happen to you.

(Teen Wolf x reader)

summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.

warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character

Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.

_You promised!

You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.

You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.

You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.

_I know, I know...but..

His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.

_but what?

You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.

_but you are my best soldier!

The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.

_I never signed up for this!

True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.

Money.

It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.

The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.

He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?

You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.

Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.

Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.

A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.

_FINE!

He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.

Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.

Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.

Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.

Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.

There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.

OMG You were jumping around, shringing.

THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!

And it was no longer a wish or a dream!

You couldn't beleive it.

_Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.

Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!