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BRAINWASHED
Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
Everythingâs clean - except for my thoughts. (Thinking about me getting you off.)
Canât stop thinking you got me B R A I N W A S H E D .
Summary:
Stiles likes you. He really, really, really likes you. It's bordering on obsession, but he likes to believe that he has it under control.
So when you accidentally leave a pair of your panties in his presence, ripe for the taking, and they're in his backpack faster than he can blink - he realizes that he might not have it as under control as he would like to think. But he can't find it to be too much of a problem when he has those panties wrapped around his cock.
Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Best Friend!Fem!Reader. Pining!Stiles/One Sided Fantasies. Panty Stealing. Smut/PWP.
Word Count: 8,000
Teen Wolf Masterlist | AO3 Link
Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns and is described as having a vagina; Stiles and the reader have been best friends since childhood and they are in high school now (they are both the same age) (for argument's sake, they are both 18, but the horny parts were motivated by the hotness of a 20-something actor so idc what age you interpret the characters as); the reader's looks are mostly undescribed and left neutral in terms of race, hair texture/colour, height, etc. however the reader is implied to be fat/plus sized; mentions of the reader wearing dresses and tights (things that the other characters on the show would typically wear); mentions of the reader having a cat - I did not give the cat a name so you can imagine it's the same as your cat's name/what you would want your cat to be called if you had one; use of Y/N and L/N (as in Last Name); brief mention that the reader would like wearing bikinis; the reader calls Stiles 'good boy' in non-sexual contexts and it turns him on; mentions of Stiles looking up the reader's skirt when she doesn't know it; some slight dubious consent because Stiles steals the reader's underwear without her consent and uses them in a sexual act (his masturbation); masturbation (Stiles touching himself); this is a one-sided/pining fic - all the sexual acts take place inside Stiles's mind as sexual fantasies while he masturbates; the reader character is described in these sexual acts as they play out in his mind, so that's why she is included heavily in the warnings; Stiles is submissive (even in his own fantasies) and he fantasies about the reader being dominant toward him; Stiles becoming aroused by the idea of the reader not shaving her pussy; technically there is edging - because Stiles edges himself to make his fantasies last longer; panty sniffing (though the panties Stiles took are freshly launder and not used ones); scent kink/sweat kink - Stiles likes the way you smell, including your sweat; kinks and sexual acts mentioned only in Stiles's fantasies (taking place only in his mind in this fic): car sex (in the back of the Jeep (typical, I know)), fingering (reader receiving), degradation kink (Stiles receiving - he likes the idea of the reader insulting him and being mean to him); pussy eating (Stiles fantasizes in depth about this); Reader makes a joke about spanking Stiles and Stiles has a small fantasy about being spanked by her; I think that's finally it.
A/N: Title for the fic comes from the song Brainwashed by Waterparks. Warning - Stiles might be a bit OOC in this because I wrote it before I started re-watching Teen Wolf again (and before I started watching Season 1 for the first time, because previously I had only seen 3B and beyond). In this, I have said that he's flunking classes and he's not really great with studying, while in the show, he's really smart and bookish and really well studied - but it could just be chalked up to the fact that he has a huge crush on the Reader that is distracting him from studying. So, interpret it how you want. I hope that you enjoy it, and please read through to my end notes to find out about a potential sequel to the fic!!
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Stiles was hopeless.Â
That was the only way to describe his current state of being. Completely, utterly hopeless.Â
He was a complete and total loser, hopelessly in love with his best friend. And he was getting more stupidly caught up in that crush every single day. And of course, he didnât even have the courage to admit his feelings for you so that it could be awkwardly out in the open. So that the two of you could get the rejection part over with, at least.Â
Basically - his feelings for you were slowly ruining his life.Â
Stiles had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. Well, maybe not that long.Â
See, you, him, and Scott had all been friends since the beginning of kindergarten, and naturally, Stiles always liked you as a person. He always thought of you as a good friend, even if he gravitated toward Scott more. Â
But he distinctly remembered the first moment when he had started to develop a crush on you. It was a very special memory to him - the day when you shifted in his eyes from annoying, slightly nagging friend to a beautiful, fierce woman.Â
It was the day when the three of you were out on Halloween night during the third grade - and that was around the time people started whispering about crushes in school, when people would have playground girlfriends and boyfriends that they broke up with every other week. That night, a group of eighth grade bullies began chasing the three of you, trying to take your candy.Â
Without hesitation, you picked up the largest rock in sight and threw it at one of them, causing a large cut across his forehead - and you loudly told them to âfuck offâ (the first time Stiles had ever heard such a word when it wasnât coming from his dad). They had run away, somehow terrified of a girl a foot shorter than them.Â
That night, you had become his hero.Â
And since then, you had been the only object of his affections.Â
Of course, over the years, Stiles had plenty of opportunities to tell you about his feelings for you. He just⌠always felt too cowardly to do so.Â
In seventh grade, he had come very close to asking you out to the winter dance - only to have Scott beat him to the punch. When he pulled Scott aside to ask him about it, Scott confessed to him that he also had a crush on you. This resulted in their first ever fistfight. The first ever true rift in their otherwise close, brotherly friendship.Â
The boys didnât speak to each other for days. Which, naturally, annoyed the hell out of you. Especially because, of course, neither of them told you why they were fighting, not wanting you to know that you were the source of the rift in their friendship. And to you, this only made the fight seem more stupid and immature.Â
So finally, when you demanded it, they called a truce. They agreed that they didnât want to lose their friendship or lose you. They didnât want to make you choose between them when it wouldnât make any of you happy.Â
So Stiles proposed that the three of you should go to the dance as friends, which you loved, and they both got you a corsage, one for each wrist - and the three of you still laughed at the pictures of you holding each of their arms.Â
Eventually, Scott grew out of his crush on you and moved onto other girls, and he loved that he got to keep you as a close best friend, someone he could go to for dating advice if needed. Scott kept trying to convince Stiles to simply âman upâ and tell you about his feelings, but Stiles kept that same sentiment they had concluded upon years ago. Telling you about his feelings would only ruin the friendship. Not just between you, but between the entire group - it would fuck up the pack.Â
Though it felt like the more he tried to ignore his feelings for you, the more they festered like a tumor. While Scott was able to mature past his crush on you, Stiles only grew more intense, and more insane when it came to his âcrushâ on you.Â
Over the years, his crush on you had grown from something sweet and childish into something much more. When puberty truly took over and lust was added into the mix, he now had to deal with the fact that you had grown into a gorgeous woman. He could barely control his arousal when looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, talking to you, thinking about you - even simply being in your presence made something in his mind melt. And it was growing much worse with each passing day. There wasnât a day that went by that he didnât wake up with a raging boner fueled by sexual dreams of you.Â
And naturally, he would say that not telling you about his feelings for you was ultimately the best thing for him. He would steadfastly refuse to admit that him being distracted by all these fantasies of you was slowly eroding your friendship from the inside out. Slowly, bit by bit, his worst fears were coming true - your friendship was being ruined by his crush anyway.Â
But he tried to ignore that. Even if you were the most gorgeous, perfect being ever put on the planet, he tried his hardest to simply enjoy the platonic version of you. He tried to act like he wasnât stupidly, head over heels in love with you.Â
He tried not to act like it.Â
But on nights like this, it was just so hard.Â
Tonight, the two of you were studying for an upcoming English mid-term that would be worth a decent portion of your final grade.Â
Logically, Stiles knew that he should have locked himself in his room and forced himself to study independently. Or he should have taken up Scott on his offer to study with him and Allison.Â
But no, he just had to ask you for your âhelpâ.Â
And you pitied him and said yes, because he was doing poorly in the class. The only reason for that being because it was one of the classes that he shared with you, and he spent all of his damn time staring at you across the room during it. He had tried to tell himself that he really would study tonight, that he would really take advantage of your intelligence here and now to get his shit together in order to up his grade.Â
But no. That was just one of many daily lies that he told himself. Since the moment he had set foot in your bedroom that afternoon (and it was dark out now, well into the evening) - he hadnât been able to focus on anything but you.Â
Sure, sometimes that worked to his benefit. Hearing you recite Shakespeare, the words coming off your sweet lips - it did force him to focus on the material at hand for at least a short period of time. But it wasnât like he was actually retaining any of it. He was just thinking about how gorgeous your voice sounded and how amazing you would be in an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. One where he played Romeo, of course - and he would get to use someone elseâs well-crafted words to romance you, finally getting to kiss you for the first time.Â
Again - he was hopeless.Â
Currently, Stiles was laying diagonally on your bed, sitting among a mess of books - the English textbooks, the assigned novels, the published copies of the play, along with binders of your notes and other notebooks, stray papers. He couldnât pay attention to the notes he was supposed to be writing, not for a moment, not if his life depended on it. Not when you looked this stunningly beautiful while busy writing your own notes.Â
With the soft lighting from your bedside lamp brushing across your skin, making that skin look even softer, you were a goddess-like vision sitting on the bed across from him. You were wearing the simple dress that you had worn to school earlier that day, your modest tights since shed off in the name of âcomfortâ (and so that your cat wouldnât rip holes in them while crawling across your lap, you had remarked to Stiles). When you had stood at your hamper and peeled them off your legs, Stiles had a hard time not letting the drool spill out across his chin.Â
Your thighs were gorgeous. Thick, wide, spread out like a buffet for his eyes to feast on every single time you sat down. From his angle, laying down the way he was, he was up close and personal with the dimpling cellulite and stretchmarks you had there. The hem of your dress had ridden up when you had adjusted your position to get comfortable, and he felt absolutely spoiled by how much more of your thighs were revealed to him.Â
A few times throughout the evening, he had to physically clench his fingers, tight, to remind himself not to reach out and touch. To remind himself that he wasnât allowed to touch. The last thing he wanted to do was to creep you out by randomly reaching out and touching your thigh. But he wanted so badly to touch.Â
How many times had he imagined what those thighs would look like bouncing and jiggling while you rode his cock? How many times had he imagined those thighs clamped around his head while he licked your pussy? (Far too many times for the good of his own sanity.)Â
Not to mention the concentration spread across your face - you were so fucking hot when you showed off your intelligence. Hell everything about you was hot - your sweetness, your laughter, your sarcasm, even your bitchy side. But your bookish side had to be one of Stilesâs favorites.Â
The way you would nibble your own lip when thinking, the way your brows furrowed slightly in thought. Everything about you - from the bra strap sticking out of the neckline of your dress to the chipped edge of your nail polish where you had chewed on it - you were a fucking vision. And Stiles couldnât take his eyes off you, no matter how hard he tried.Â
It was a wonder that you didnât notice Stiles staring at you - not as often as he did it.Â
Stiles felt strangely caught when you put down your pen and looked up from your notebook, then. He quickly scrambled to grab his own pencil and start writing something, to look busy. But of course, he just looked like more of an idiot when the eraser end began scraping across the page in nonsense patterns.Â
âStiles,â You scolded him with a sigh, a way he was used to hearing his name come off your lips. âHave you gotten anything done? I told you to copy down at least half my notes-âÂ
Of course. You pegged his blank page as simple laziness, rather than his brain slowly melting out through his ears due to his inability to think about anything but you (especially when he was in the same room as you). At least he hadnât been caught staring at you in that creepy way yet.Â
You snatched up his notebook to check his work, and his heart dropped - if you looked too carefully, then he would be caught. In the back of that notebook, there were about three pages of his name and yours in hearts, and a few times he had practiced writing his signature as âMr Stiles L/Nâ. (He was a feminist, and he liked the idea of starting a new tradition.) There was even a drawing he had made designing your theoretical wedding cake, including a cake topper where he was Superman and you were riding on his back while he was flying.Â
âY/N, uh-âÂ
He quickly snatched the notebook back, causing a glare from you while he sighed in defeat.Â
âFine.â He shrugged, knowing that he had to admit to a smaller crime in order to cover up the larger one. It was something that he did with his father all too often. âI didnât get anything done. I was slacking off. You caught me.âÂ
âStiles!â You scolded him again, reaching out to gently smack his shoulder. âIf you keep this shit up, youâre never gonna graduate!âÂ
Sadly, you were probably right. His crush on you was absolutely going to ruin him.Â
âWell, you could just let me copy off you,â He replied, giving you a wide grin that let you know he was mostly kidding.Â
You rolled your eyes in reply, and soon your gaze caught sight of the clock on your nightstand.Â
âWell, it seems like you have wasted enough of my time for tonight.â You scoffed sarcastically.Â
Stiles knew that you had intended this to be a joke - but he couldnât help the twinge of pain the words caused in his gut. The idea that he was truly just a waste of time in your life. He pressed his lips tightly together to suppress a frown and didnât say anything more, and then you continued.Â
âItâs almost your curfew anyway.â You pointed out, gesturing toward the clock. You were right. Stiles hadnât even noticed how late it was getting - too busy enjoying his time with you. âWeâll pack it up for the night - but you should meet me at the library tomorrow morning, early, so we can go over everything again before the exam.âÂ
Of course, you were still invested in the idea of him getting a good grade, even if that seemed unlikely to happen.Â
âYouâre gonna make me get up early?â He whined, hating the idea of missing out on even ten extra minutes of sleep.Â
âYes.â You stressed. âI want you there at seven oâclock. Sharp.âÂ
Your ultra serious voice ordering him around was undeniably a turn-on for him. No matter what sexual fantasies Stiles cooked up about you in his mind, he could never picture himself having full control over you. In fact, most of the time, he found himself covered in cum at the idea of you having complete control over him. And it was likely because this was how most of your friendship went - you told him what to do, and he did it. And that was a huge part of why he fell for you in the first place.Â
When he didnât verbally confirm the time, too caught up in his infatuation yet again, you let out a gentle growl of frustration.Â
âStiles!â You called out his name. âYou have to be there at seven. So you canât get out of bed at seven - you have to set your alarm for like six-thirty, got it? Donât make me come over there and get your ass out of bed like last time.âÂ
This thought caused Stilesâs stomach to clench.Â
The last time you had come to his house to wake him up for school (because he had agreed to help you with some bakesale project and you were pissed off that he wasnât there early to help you set up tables and whatnot) - you had charged into his house in a fury. You had your own key, of course, and his dad wasnât there to busy you with conversation or pleasantries.Â
And you charged right up the stairs and nearly caught him with a hand around his cock, jerking off to a picture of you in a bikini from the summer before. And he had rushed to shove the picture in his nightstand and cocoon himself in the comforter to hide his body just as you made it to the top of the stairs, shouting at him for being late. Luckily, he had gotten away with the lie that he had slept in, rather than revealing the truth that he had been distracted because he had woken up with morning wood after having a heated dream about you.Â
When Stiles didnât respond yet again, you grabbed a smaller decorative pillow from behind you and lightly hit him with it for emphasis, causing him to burst into laughter.Â
âPromise me youâll be on time!â You said, smacking him with the pillow again.Â
âYes, yes! I promise!â He finally agreed, his face becoming pink from laughter.Â
You dropped the pillow then, and leaned down, causing his eyes to inadvertently go straight to your cleavage while you gave him a gentle, friendly kiss on the forehead.Â
âGood boy.â You responded, praising him for agreeing to your terms. Obviously, it was another joke.Â
But these praising words combined with your lips even slightly brushing against his skin, along with your tits dangling so close to his face, had his cock swelling to hardness nearly instantly. He grabbed the pillow then, trying to look subtle as he put it over his crotch, desperately trying to hide the very obvious bulge that had popped up at the front of his jeans within seconds.Â
He was lucky when you shifted your attention away from him, now busy with cleaning off the bed, gathering your textbooks in a pile and moving to put them on your desk in the corner. You being distracted gave him a few moments to try and mentally will his dick down, which worked slightly. Only slightly.Â
âYou could help me, you know.â You mocked him lightly - distracting him from his thoughts of baseball, trying to will the blood out of his cock.Â
He looked up and saw you standing there with his backpack, putting away his textbooks and notebooks now. He had been so dumbly distracted by his own dick that he hadnât noticed you taking the kind initiative to clean up his things for him too.Â
âRight, sorry.â He jumped into action and did so, taking things from your hands and shoving them into his bag with haste.Â
âYou donât have to rush out, I just need the bed cleared off so I can pick out my clothes for tomorrow.â You told him.Â
âWait - you actually pick out your clothes in advance?â He asked, thinking that this was entirely adorable, and explained why you were always so well dressed.Â
(And it explained why you were always so punctual in the mornings while Stiles was usually a mess - running around his house still half-asleep, shoving his head into a shirt that he had sniffed to see if it was clean, shoving things frantically into his bag in order to get out the door five minutes late.)Â
âWell you know not all of us are okay with just throwing on last weekâs mustard stained tee shirt,â You said, playfully pointing to a mustard stain that he had on his shirt from lunch.Â
He rolled his eyes in return, trying to ignore the slight twist of embarrassment that wanted to swell up inside of him at the comment.Â
There had been a point where he used to make a very pointed effort to impress you. Back when his crush on you had first gotten serious - likely around the beginning of high school. He used to get up early every single morning, spending a lot of time being intensely picky about the clothes he wore. He drowned himself in cologne (until you had complained about it), he wore certain colors just because you mentioned liking them. But none of it seemed to garner any more of your attention than usual.Â
And so, he resigned himself to be the loser best friend who would always just float at the corners of your life, drowning in his secret affection for you until some better, hotter guy came along and swept you off your feet one day.Â
He was just glad that day hadnât come yet.Â
Stiles was hesitant to leave - he wasnât done being around you for the day yet, too emotionally attached. But he guessed that he would need to get some decent sleep before waking up at the asscrack of dawn in order to see more of you the next morning. (Even if it would include the horrors of studying at the library.)Â
âSo - Iâll see you tomorrow morning?â He posed, ready to take his leave as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.Â
âOoh, wait one second.â You said, eagerness twinging through your voice.Â
His heart pounded hard in his chest for a moment, wondering if this could be the moment he had been waiting so long for - would you stop him there, grab him by the shoulders and kiss him hard, and then tell him that you had been feeling the exact same way as he had for all these years?Â
âWhich one?â You asked, spinning around from your closet to face him, holding up two dresses on hangers.Â
Oh. You were asking for his opinion about what you should wear to school the next day.Â
âThe blue one.â Stiles said, motioning towards it. âThat shade of blue looks beautiful on you - it compliments your skin tone well, and it makes you shine. But ya know, you look gorgeous in everything. You could wear a paper bag to school and everyone would still be jealous of how amazing you look.âÂ
He rambled on for a moment too long, and realized that his genuine fondness for you - something straying too far into romantic territory - was slipping out.Â
âBut - uh, yeah. Iâll see you later.â He quickly added on, now eager to leave before you could make any further comments.Â
Then he dashed out of your room and down the stairs, getting out the front door so fast that he practically left a poof of cartoon dust behind him.Â
He got into the Jeep and tossed his bag into the passengerâs seat - which, he hadnât realized was not even zipped up. (A habit you often scolded him for - going around with his bag unzipped.) Papers and books spilled across the seat and underneath it, and he let out a loud growl of frustration.Â
âIdiot!â He screamed, scolding himself as he leaned down, trying to clean everything up. âIdiot, idiot, idiot!âÂ
Partially, he was feeling so idiotic because he had just been so vulnerable with you and you probably thought he was weird for it. Actually, that was mostly why.Â
As he was picking up his things, he realized that - yup, he was missing his English textbook. He had forgotten it in your room. He heaved out a sigh and collapsed back against his seat. He could leave without it - but then he would get an earful from you in the morning about how he was âforgetfulâ and âirresponsibleâ. Ugh.Â
He got out of the Jeep again and shuffled his way back into your house - your mom was working late, so there was nobody there to question him running out of the house at top speed and then appearing back so soon. All he got was a curious chirp and a head tilt from your cat, who was sitting on the top of the stairs.Â
âYeah, yeah, I know.â Stiles remarked to the animal, stopping for a moment to pet him. âIâm pathetic. But you canât rat me out, okay? I know she thinks highly of your opinion and I need you to put in a good word for me. Got it?âÂ
The cat purred and pushed his face into Stilesâs hand, so he assumed that was a positive affirmation that he would root for Stiles - or at the very least, keep his secret.Â
Stiles linger for a moment to scratch the catâs furry cheek, and then he stepped over the cat and made his way back toward your room. He passed the closed bathroom door and heard the shower running, and he almost cheered. If you were in the shower, then you wouldnât notice him slipping back in to grab his book, so you couldnât scold him for being a forgetful idiot.Â
He went into your room, and the second he made it through the mouth of your open bedroom, his eyes locked onto your bed like a hot target. Your clothes for the following day were spread out so neatly, and right there, on top of the blue dress he had suggested - there was a pair of lacy purple panties that were something right out of one of his fantasies.Â
Stiles had thought about your underwear before - many times. Too many times to count.Â
He had even caught small, passing glimpses of your underwear before - when you had worn dresses without tights and bent over in front of him. But he had only seen enough of it to determine the color, not to know if it was lacy or silk or cotton. And even that was enough to send him into a tailspin that had him rushing to the bathroom to relieve his aching cock.Â
In the back of his mind - or truly, the forefront of his mind whenever he jerked off to thoughts of you - he always wondered what kind of underwear you wore. What kind of decorative wrapping your pretty pussy would come in if he ever got the other-worldly privilege of getting his hands up your skirt.Â
Would they be simple, practical cotton underwear? Would they be cute? Would they be sinfully sexy? Would they be those underwear with the days of the week written across the front?Â
But seeing this now - seeing the tangible evidence in front of him that you actually planned to wear purple lacy lingerie to school - it was something that had all sense draining from his mind as blood rushed to his cock once again. He barely had time to think about it - and he didnât think about it. Because then, they were in his hands, in his pocket, and he was back in the Jeep, hiding his stolen goods in his bag and hastily zipping it up so he could slam his foot on the gas and race home.Â
He didnât even have a chance to think about the fact that he left without the textbook that he had gone back into your room looking for. He didnât have the attention span to notice that said textbook was in a stack along with your own - almost as if purposefully kept there like an excuse to lure him back into your room, rather than clumsily forgotten by him.Â
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When Stiles got into his room, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, now entirely frantic, and thankful that his father was working a late shift again. He sat down on the edge of his bed, his hands shaking with anticipation as he unzipped his bag and pulled out the thing he had so hastily snagged.Â
His mind was warring with so many sensations. Guilt for taking the panties, paranoia that he would get caught, shame that he even had the urge to take them in the first place - but all of that was easily toppled over and forgotten in the name of lust. Overwhelming lust and arousal that he felt for you. Greed and joy at knowing that he had something so private of yours in his hands now - something so secret that he shouldnât have. A perfect little piece of you.Â
His little secret piece of you.Â
He still couldnât believe that this was the kind of underwear you wore on a daily basis.Â
Just imagining that this was what you wore to school - thinking about the fact that this was what you were wearing under your clothes during your everyday interactions with him: it drove him wild.Â
He easily pictured this pretty lace sticking to your cunt when you were wet, the lavender colored material getting slick and slightly darker, soaked through and visibly sticky when you spread your legs for him to see. He wondered if your pussy would be shaved or not - but you didnât have a boyfriend, so currently, you didnât have anybody to shave for.Â
He remembered a conversation from a few weeks ago where Scott had wondered if he should shave his pubes for Allison and you had remarked that âputting a razor near your junkâ was âill-advised and stupidâ - so you probably didnât even like shaving your pussy on principle.Â
This immediately put a picture in his mind of your pussy being covered in soft hair that matched the shade on your head - maybe a bit darker. It would clump together with your juices and become soaked when you got wet. The little hairs would probably stick out cutely from the sides of the bikini cut underwear, peeking at him.Â
Your pussy would be the prettiest thing he had ever seen, he knew that for certain.Â
Stiles imagined getting you in the backseat of the Jeep one night after a game.Â
He would still be covered in sweat from his efforts, worn out from trying his best. Sure, he wasnât the best player, but you wanted to ârewardâ him for his efforts on the winning side, even if he hadnât directly contributed to the win.Â
So as soon as the game was over, before he even had time to change out of his pads or shower, you hauled him to the parking lot and shoved him into the car. His gear was only half-off, ditched hastily by your feet, and you were in his lap - a perfect prize after all the hard work he had done, sitting astride his already sore thigh muscles while you kissed him - hard. Your mouth greedily sucked the oxygen out of his lungs while you shoved your tongue past his lips, painting his tongue with your sweet spit - and fuck, it felt like he was made for this.Â
He got sucked so deep into the fantasy - it felt so damn real.Â
He imagined having his hands splayed out against your beautiful, plump ass, gripping you tightly, noting wanting you to separate from him for even a section. While you held on tightly to his face, sealing him into the kiss until his lips were sore. And you would only pull back to look into his eyes with glossy desperation and utter out:Â
âPlease, Stiles. I need you. I need you to touch my pussy.âÂ
And what else could he do but obey?Â
So he would lift up your skirt - a particularly short skirt that you had worn with nothing else but a pair of knee-high socks. Something that you knew he loved to see you cheer for him on the sidelines while wearing. Even though it was a chilly night, you couldnât feel too cold when you saw him glancing at you every single chance he got. Of course, those distracted stares had gotten him screamed at by Coach more than once. But he loved the way your skirt would flutter up in the nighttime breeze, teasing him. The way the fucking beautiful thick fat of your thighs would jiggle whenever you would jump around in order to cheer him on.Â
He was a man of simple, divine tastes.Â
So - he would lift up that perfect skirt to find those purple lacy panties underneath; to find the perfection of your wet cunt waiting for him, growing slicker by the second, more needy for him. You were humping yourself against his athletic cup, which his hard cock was practically dying inside of, bursting to get out of the hard shell of plastic to touch you. But he ignored his own needs for a few minutes longer in favor of yours. Reaching forward, sliding his fingers along the wet spot at the front of your panties, absolutely indulging in the beautiful gasp you let out when his touch grazed across your swollen clit through the fabric.Â
âStiles, please.âÂ
He could almost hear it - it was so fucking clear inside his mind. The way your voice would be so pitched with desperation, so perfectly needy curled around his name. He wanted so badly to hear it in real life.Â
And he would push those panties to the side, pushing his fingers inside of your hot, wet cunt-
Back in the real world, Stilesâs cock gave a needy pulse, leaking into his boxers.Â
He heaved out a sigh, his cock practically vibrating with blood. He had driven home the whole time trying to ignore that boner, but he simply couldnât do that anymore. He just had to give in.Â
He hesitantly put your panties aside - already feeling a strange sense of attachment to them - and reached to his nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube that he had in the drawer. Shamefully, it was already half empty, mostly due to the fantasies that he had about you. He undid his pants and had them around his ankles in record time, and whipped off his shirt for good measure, knowing that he was quite a âsplasherâ and not wanting to get cum on it to pair with that ugly mustard stain.Â
He lubed up his cock more than a healthy amount, knowing that it would contribute to the fantasy of you being so wet around him. It was a distant fantasy that he would never actually get to achieve, but hell - a man can dream. Then he began to slowly pump his cock in hand, wanting to milk it and truly enjoy it, and he let his mind get back to work.Â
He thought back to your place. A place he was comfortable, spent a lot of time at hanging out with you.Â
He imagined that early that night when he had forgotten his book, rather than you being in the shower, he went back to your room and found that you had been getting ready for bed. You were rubbing sweet-smelling lotion on your arms, pulling back the covers, wearing nothing but a pair of cute little socks, a tiny camisole - where he could very visibly see that you werenât wearing a bra, with the natural teardrop shape of your breasts bared to the eye, your nipples poking through the fabric - and those purple lace panties.Â
When he would appear in the doorway, you would gawk at him and ask:Â
âStiles? What are you doing? Did you⌠forget something?âÂ
But you would be positioned half leaning over the bed, taking back the covers so it would be comfortable for you to sleep - and your ass would be unintentionally on full display. Your sweet pussy lips peeking at him from behind, the roundness of your ass so fucking inviting, daring him to leave bite marks across the beautifully fat flesh.Â
And after a few moments of him staring so brazenly, saying nothing, simply drinking in the gorgeous sight of your body bent over, wearing so little clothing, wearing those perfect little lace panties-
(Stiles sped up his hand on his cock, the lube sounding downright sloppy in the silence of the room.)Â
You would stand up to your full height, come to him in the doorway, put your face so close to his and say:Â
âIf youâre gonna spend so much time staring at me like a gaping idiot, then you should do something about it.âÂ
Stiles had to stop the swift movements of his hand and clutch his grip tightly around the base of his cock, making his entire dick throb hard as he edged off his own orgasm.Â
He still wasnât sure why the idea of you calling him an âidiotâ in such a brazen tone made him want to cum so hard - but he didnât have time to unpack all that now.Â
He grabbed up the panties again with his non-lubed hand. Something in the back of his mind thought that it would be a crime for him to get them dirty. Another part argued that he would absolutely love to get them covered in his cum, not clean them, and then return them to you. That it would be fucking thrilling to have you wear them in that dirtied state.Â
Though he knew that would never fucking happen.Â
If he returned the panties to you covered in his cum, then you would slap him, call him a pervert, and likely have Scott beat the shit out of him with his newly harnessed werewolf strength. Stiles pushed this thought to the back of his mind, though.Â
Out of curiosity, he lifted the fabric to his nose and took a whiff. They smelled like fresh laundry - a nice lemony detergent. Of course they werenât ones you had previously worn - they were a pair you had been planning on wearing tomorrow.Â
He distantly wondered if that meant you would not be wearing underwear tomorrow, because he had taken your intended pair. And that could have led his mind down a whole different filthy track, but instead - he began to wonder what a pair of your dirty underwear might smell like.Â
You should take a pair of used ones. A voice in his mind told him. Snatch them right out of the hamper. Come on, youâre over at her place all the time. She wonât even notice them gone.Â
Terrible idea. Terrible rabbit hole.Â
But what would they smell like?Â
He wasnât deluded enough to think that pussy smelled like roses. He had never been close enough to one - a real pussy - before to actually know. Yes, he was a virgin. He could have said that he was waiting, âsaving itâ for you - but every other girl, including you, was smart enough to look past him. There were plenty of other guys who were better looking and more charming than him, and probably better in bed than him, that girls had chosen instead of him.Â
He wondered if your pussy smelled like that perfect bit of sweat that you gathered at the end of a long day. Sometimes when he went to hug you before the two of you parted ways, he would catch a whiff of the tiniest undertone of musk, a good amount of sweat paired with the berry scented body spray you had put on that morning, and orange tic-tacs you had popped after lunch. It was a delectable combination.Â
He imagined that your cunt would smell like that bit of sweat, combined with the blueberry body wash you used - the one he knew about and loved because of the time you had insisted he use your shower while stinking up a study session because he had skipped the showers after lacrosse practice when he was late to be with you.Â
He imagined getting hints of that blueberry body wash smell coming off your thighs when his head was buried between them. What would your cunt taste like? That was a mystery he wanted to solve live.Â
He could always imagine the other aspects so well.Â
He could imagine the feeling of the heat under his tongue, the perfect feeling of your wetness mixing with his spit. He imagined getting to bounce your swollen clit against his tongue and while feeling your moans and cries of his name vibrate through your body as he pleasured you so well - the feeling of your pubes brushing against his cheeks as his entire face became soaked with your wetness.Â
But the taste - that was something he could never conjure up in his mind, no matter how hard he tried.Â
He knew that eating your pussy would be perfect. Not just because he would be giving you pleasure, serving you. But he so often dreamed of having his head smothered by your thighs, having you grab his head and shove him tighter into your cunt, you purposeful and demanding. You having that beautiful control over him while he drowned in your wetness.Â
He knew that he would likely cum in his pants from eating you out if he ever got the privilege of doing so, and even if you laughed at him - stupidly, he would find that hot too.Â
Stiles picked up the pace again, pumping his cock in hand evenly and firmly - even reaching down with the other hand to cradle his balls, gently rolling the flesh in his hand as he got lost in another fantasy of you.Â
He imagined the two of you in his bed - textbooks forgotten and pushed off onto the floor, your dress hiked up around your hips, and again, those fucking purple lace panties. He was on top of you, hovering on his knees so that his hard cock wouldnât brush against you (even through his jeans) while the two of you sloppily made-out.Â
It wasnât long before you pulled away from his kiss-swollen lips.Â
âStiles,â You purred into his ear, kissing along his neck. âYou know, youâre so pathetic.âÂ
These words had his cock jumping, spurting out precum - in his fantasy, it made his underwear messy as you undid his fly.Â
In the real world, it made his hand messy as he continued to rhythmically jerk his cock.Â
âIâm not gonna let you fuck me.â You told him, contrasting these words with your intentions as you put your hands inside his waistband and shoved his pants and underwear down over his hips - down to his knees until his hard, throbbing cock was exposed. âNot until you prove yourself.âÂ
Before Stiles could ask the question, the beautiful, fantastic you that he had made up inside his mind gave him the perfect answer.Â
âGet yourself off by rubbing your pathetic dick against my panties. And then - I might let you fuck me.âÂ
In the real world, Stiles let out a throttled moan - a choked sound that surely would have had his father knocking on the door to ask if he was okay if he was at home. And then he rushed to grab the panties again, and without even thinking, he used his sticky lubed up hand to position the fabric around his dick. It was a coarse roughness compared to the slick smoothness he had previously been feeling, but it did wonders to complete his fantasy as he delved back to the you inside of his mind.Â
He started rubbing the slightly lube-sticky rough fabric up and down his dick at a very slow pace as he imagined it:Â
Being perched between your thighs, with the fabric of the panties stuck to your wet cunt, his cock hard and leaking as he tucked himself right up against you and began to rub his dick against you in order to get off. Just like you wanted, just like you had ordered him to do.Â
âPlease.â Stiles chanted, the words leaking out of his lips, chanted into his empty bedroom as he pleaded to the imaginary you that would always have a hold over him - just as tight of a hold as the real you had. âPlease, please - oh fuck.âÂ
He moved the fabric over his cock faster as he moved his hips faster in the fantasy, imagining how hot your pussy would feel against him, imagining your nails digging into his hips as you looked up at him with mocking and adoration in your eyes. He imagined you forcing his hips faster, trapping him in place with your knees bracketed around his thighs, showing him absolutely no mercy.Â
âPlease, please, please.â He chanted, knowing with a distant part of his mind that he must have sounded utterly delirious. âPlease, Y/N, lemme cum-âÂ
âCum for me, Stiles.âÂ
Confirmed by that fantasy version of you and truly unable to hold it any longer, Stiles arched up off the bed, cumming all over his own fist. Just as he had predicted, it was an utter, uncontrollable mess. He shot cum all over his stomach, and absolutely soaked the fabric of the panties - making a horrible mess of them. Which, the lube had definitely already done. He laid there for a single moment catching his breath before it truly hit him.Â
Fuck. He had fucked up.Â
You would definitely notice the underwear missing after a while and he certainly couldnât return them to you in this condition.Â
âŚÂ
Stiles spent the next hour in the bathroom, absolutely panicking over how to get them clean. Luckily, he wasnât a total idiot and he looked up the washing instructions online - and after hand-washing them in warm water with a âgentleâ detergent (handsoap was the best that he could do), they came out perfectly clean.Â
The only problem?Â
Hang to dry.Â
He set his alarm for early, earlier than you suggested, and prayed that he wouldnât sleep through it. In fact, he set three more alarms just to make sure. He couldnât have you or his father barging into his room to wake him up when he had a pair of your stolen panties pinned to his corkboard in order to properly dry them so that he could sneak them back to you in good condition.Â
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The next day, he departed for school by 6:45 with the stolen goods hidden away in his bag, ready to sneak them back into your room later that afternoon. He made it to the library ten whole minutes before seven, and you seemed shocked that he was not only on time - but early.Â
âWow.â You said, having just gotten there yourself, spreading out your items at a table - including a tray with some coffees. âYou know, Stiles, I am impressed.âÂ
âYou donât have to act so - so shocked.â He replied, partially interrupted by a yawn.Â
You leaned over to get a pen from your bag, and Stilesâs eyes immediately went to your ass, unconsciously trying to spot panty lines through your dress and tights - wondering if you were even wearing underwear because he had stolen the ones you had intended for today.Â
Focus, Stiles. Focus.Â
âWell, if you werenât here by seven sharp like I told you, I was gonna pour this in the garbage.â You told him, taking his coffee out of the paper tray and sliding it toward him.Â
âYou donât have to be so mean.â He chuckled, airy and light - very secretly annoyed with the way your âmeanâ streak affected him sometimes. Why did he have to be turned on by you scolding him and punishing him? Why?Â
âHey, if Iâm not mean then you never get anything done.â You told him truthfully. âAnd you know how it works by now. Good boys get rewards and bad boys get spanked.â You told him, letting out a bright laugh - indicating that it was clearly meant to be a joke.Â
But instantly, it shook his mind with imagery of you bending him over the table, ripping his pants down and spanking him until he came untouched and cried for mercy, forcing him to agree that he would behave and listen to you. He became downright dizzy at the thought.Â
You meant it as a joke - he had to sharply remind himself. But the way you so casually called him a âgood boyâ, said that he was deserving of a ârewardâ - it sent chills down his spine and already had his cock waking up. Too early. Bad rabbit hole.Â
If he was any sort of brave, he would have pushed it more and asked you what kind of ârewardâ you had in mind. But he wasnât, and he was too tired to analyze the potential consequences.Â
âOh!â You said, as though suddenly remembering something. You moved to grab your bag again and Stiles closed his eyes to forcefully keep himself from staring at your ass. âYou left this at my place last night.â You told him, sliding his English textbook across the table toward him.Â
He was too busy trying to calm his own lust that he missed the smirk on your face - the mischief lingering in your eyes, the intention in your tone. He was too caught up, drowning in his own affections for you that he never would have pieced together that you had taken in and hidden it on purpose as a ploy to get him to come back. That you had put out some other bait for him to find.Â
âThanks.â He said quietly. âSo - what do we need to go over before the test?â
âEverything.âÂ
Stiles groaned.
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Edit to my notes as of Oct. 9th, 2024:
It is now my biggest regret announcing that there is a sequel to this fic in my drafts, but there is one that is fully written and just needs to be edited (but that is something that takes time and effort - neither of which I am going to put into the fic right now). However, it will not be posted anytime soon, and it is delayed infinitely. It will be posted when it is posted (and currently I don't know when that will be), and I would appreciate people not chasing me down and not asking about it.
Originally, my point of having a comment and reblog goal on this fic was so that a certain percentage of the people who read and liked the preview for this fic would have to reblog it, but the ratio on this fic is still absolutely horrendous, and it's clear to me that once people saw that goal was met, they didn't care to reblog this fic or comment on it if they enjoyed it - they only care to nag me and chase me down for the sequel while this fic sits at over 600 likes and less than 100 reblogs and comments (including my replies to people's comments).
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Hiii Iâm coming over here to request from youuu >:)
Would you be willing to do some headcanons for an extroverted!Anakin x shy!reader pretty please?
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EXTROVERT!ANAKIN X SHY!READER HEADCANONS
Author's note: sorry my dearest pookie you had to wait so long. I did not forget about you :)
TW: public sex
Extrovert!Anakin who basically found you, started to like you, and eventually 'adopted' you' (aka you started dating)
Extrovert!Anakin who had never dared himself to cross your barriers - if you didn't feel like going outside, he stayed with you (if you wanted him to), if you wanted to go somewhere, he went with you (if you wanted him along with you)
Extrovert!Anakin who was sygnifically higher than you, which made you feel less nervous in public. Which was more attractive as well
Extrovert!Anakin who thrives in social situations. Heâs charming, bold, and effortlessly the center of attention wherever he goes. Meanwhile, youâre content observing from the sidelines, preferring quiet moments and small groups.
Extrovert!Anakin who becomes protective of your shyness. If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, heâs quick to step in with that intimidating side of him. Heâs not afraid to throw a warning glare if someone is being too forward or pushy.
Extrovert!Anakin who, again, absolutely adores being social (feels low and sad when he's not being social - it's like a need in his life he can't live without), so he often brings you into his friend group, introducing you with pride, his arm around you like heâs keeping you safe.
He knows being the center of attention isnât your favorite, so heâll make sure to handle the conversations and steer any much-not-needed attention away from you if you seem to be uncomfortable.
Extrovert!Anakin who's clingy. The second youâre in a more private spot, heâs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close, and giving you that cute smile. If youâre ever feeling nervous, heâll just hold you and whisper sweet, goofy things to make you laugh.
Heâs not shy about PDA either. Youâre constantly holding hands, and he loves sneaking little kisses on your cheek or forehead, making sure you always feel loved and cherished like you deserve to be.
Extrovert!Anakin who's big on helping you grow out of your shell, but he always does it at your pace. Heâll cheer you on with every little step, whether itâs speaking up more or trying something new. Heâs your biggest hype man, telling you how proud he is and how amazing youâre doing.
If he notices you getting a little more talkative or comfortable in a situation, heâs over the moon, with that adorable, proud-boyfriend smile that screams love
Extrovert!Anakin who adores the blush that rises to your cheeks when he says something flirtatious or when heâs being openly affectionate in public. Heâll lean in close, whispering something that makes your heart race, just to cherish your shocked, shy expression.
Extrovert!Anakin who, as loud and social as he can be, he often finds that you are his calm. When heâs tired of the chaos and all the things in the words, your body seems to be the very perfect spot to curl to
Extrovert!Anakin who is as clingy as coala, (mostly when you two are alone);
Itâs late, and youâre trying to finish a book youâd been reading all week, yet Anakin has other plans. He practically melts against you, wrapping himself around you with a sigh - head nestled in the crook of your neck.
âCanât you just put that down?â he murmurs, his voice soft and full of that irresistible warmth. âIâve been waiting all day to hold you like this.â
You laugh, but itâs no useâhis arms tighten around you, his legs tangled with yours, practically holding you hostage in the most loving way possible. His eyes are closed, a faint smile playing on his lips as he now buries his face in your shoulder, breathing you in like youâre his entire world.
âAnakinâŚâ you begin, but he only mumbles something sleepy and contented, pulling you even closer. "I'm trying to read.."
âI know,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âBut it's so comfortable here..just wanna cuddle"
Extrovert!Anakin who loves to play with your hair. Twirling the strands of it around his slim, long fingers, tucking them behind your ear (which makes you blush as well) or just try to make a very clumsy braid because he is 'bored'
Extrovert!Anakin who often takes you to picnic dates;
Anakinâs fingers interlace with yours as he leads you through the twilight, a woven basket swinging from his other arm. He glances back, his eyes glinting with a childlike excitement that never fails to make you smile.
âI found the perfect spot,â he says, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. âJust under a grand old tree that week ago this couple stole us"
And heâs right. Minutes later, youâre nestled on a blanket beside him, under the perfect shadow from the tree. Anakin has this way of making even the simplest things feel extraordinary. He pulls out treats he insisted on making himself (though you both know the pastries from park's markets are always there as backup). And what's even adorable and incredibly sweet, is his sheepish smile when he takes out more advanced food - cookies, muffins, always saying "well, that actually I made with my mom"
Halfway through, he suddenly picks up a daisy from beside the blanket and tucks it gently behind your ear. âThere,â he murmurs, admiring you with an awestruck gaze, like youâre a vision, a muse, a pure sun in the sky full of dark clouds. Heâs always like this, brimming with love as if you're his entire world and meaning of existence
Extrovert!Anakin who made love to you in public toilet;
âLook at you,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, âmy sweet, shy girl⌠whoâd ever guess youâd let me take you here, like this?â
You bite back a moan, your body aching with each deep thrust he made. âFeels so good, AniâŚâ
He grins, before his hand slides up, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. âShh⌠you wouldnât want someone to hear, would you?â he breathes, eyes dark and gleaming as he watches your reaction. His hips snap harder against yours, making you tremble beneath him. âI know you love this, though,â he teases âThe shy, good girl everyone knows⌠so needy for me here, in this dirty, little bathroomâŚâ
You gasp against his hand, your eyes closing as he angles himself deeper, making your whole body arch up to meet him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart,â he moans himself, eyes shutting close from too intense feeling from your core. âTake every inch of me.â His other arm moves to hold you steady, fingers digging into your hip to guide your clumsy movements to meet his more precise ones. Yet still, he drives you crazy - heâs relentless, the thrusts he makes against your fluttering, clenching core a perfect mix of rough and tender, each one driving you closer and closer to the final edge. âSuch a good girl,â he whimpers to your ear
âWhat would they say,â he whispers against your ear, âif they knew how much you were loving this? Little Miss Shy, moaning my name in public bathroom, with no care in the world" he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot that leaves you gasping. âThere it is⌠thatâs what my sweet girl likes, isnât it?â he watches as your head falls back, completely under his spell. âGonna fill you up, love.. Think you can be quiet for me now?â
Extrovert!Anakin who's deeply observant and knows how to comfort you without you even saying a word. If youâre overwhelmed at a party, heâll instantly lead you outside for a breather, holding your hand and letting you decompress in his arms.
Anakin has a sixth sense for your moods and will check in constantly. âHey, you doing okay?â heâll ask, leaning in with those big, concerned eyes, ready to support you in any way.
Extrovert!Anakin who, in public, will love doing cute little things like running up behind you, picking you up in a surprise hug, or brushing his fingers across your shoulder to make you laugh. Itâs all about making you feel seen and adored, even if youâre naturally shy.
Heâs so proud to have you by his side that heâll introduce you to literally everyone. When youâre too shy to talk, heâll just laugh and carry the conversation, making it feel effortless for you.
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addicted | void!stiles
word count; 10,491
summary; youâre the good girl, heâs the bad boy, and you just happen to be in love with one another. all in secret, of course.
notes; this is honestly just more bad-boy stiles than it is void. go ahead and enjoy.
warnings; smut, drug use, reference to underage drinking, reference to smoking, unprotected sex.
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Last Time - Stuart Twombly
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Summary : You've been sleeping with Stuart since the beginning of your internship at Google. After every night spent together, he always claims it's the last time but he always comes back.
Warnings : set during the movie, hooking-up, implied smut, drinking (be careful with your alcohol consumption), nightclub and stripteasers, a bit of angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 3k
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Song Inspiration : This Love by Camila Cabello
You squint your eyelids as the first sunray comes into your bedroom at Googleâs. You slowly raise while wrapping your bare chest with your sheet. You notice Stuart getting dressed, ready to leave like a thief in the night, again. When he came to see you yesterday, you didnât know how to resist him even when you knew how it was going to end. Like every time. You think youâre really pathetic to let him have that much power over you.
âWhat time is it ?â you ask.
â6:00 A.M. Iâm gonna go back to my room.â he informs you, before a silence takes place, âAbout yesterday-â
âIt wonât happen againâ, you finish with weariness, âI know.â
âThis time, I mean it. If we keep doing-â
âWe might jeopardise our internship. I know.â
âWeâll see eachother later, with the team, for the new trial ?â Stuart enquiries whilst scratching his neck.
âYeah.â
He smiles at you awkwardly one last time and leaves your room, his beanie in hand. You let yourself lay down on your bed again and curse at yourself all at the same time. Itâs been a little over a month since this has been happening. Generally, it always begins again the same way : you ignore each other for a few days then he slowly comes back to you and next thing you know, youâre both naked until he tells you itâs the last time. Itâs like a never ending story. The more the time goes by, the more you feel like he takes you for a fool. You wish for once, heâd keep his words when he says itâs over. You canât take it anymore. Everytime, you build up walls, trying to get used to the idea that it won't happen again but he takes a perverse pleasure to make them fall again and again. You feel like youâre just a game for him. You wish you could say it didnât affect you that much but yet, everytime he comes back just to leave once more, your heart tightens a bit more in your chest. Youâre totally overwhelmed by it. Besides, as your internship goes by, the more your feelings for Stuart get stronger to your dismay. Yet, boys were the last thing you had in mind when you came here.Â
Upon arriving in the team's meeting room, you realise youâre the last one. You freeze for a second when your eyes fall on Stuart, but you act as if it was nothing. No one knows about⌠you two ? Well, if we can use that word to describe it, indeed despite your intimacy, Stuart reminds you often âyou twoâ doesnât exist. You keep your pseudo-relationship a secret to avoid a weird atmosphere in the team, the balance between each of your personality and your age compared to Billy and Nick is already very fragile.
A week has gone by since your last time. You feel some relief to know he still hasnât come back. Maybe this time he was serious about it ? Youâd be lying if you said there hasnât been an obvious tension between Stuart and you in the past few days. Albeit your team doesn't know, they feel something happened between you two, though they canât guess the reason. Nea tried to talk to you about it in private, however you denied everything. You lied to her by saying there isnât any disagreement between Stuart and you. After all, everything is over, what would be the use in telling her ?
Youâre in your room, ready to go to sleep when you hear someone knocking on your door. You open it and find Stuart, his lips pinched together. You feel sick in your stomach, thinking itâs going to happen again like the last times.
âSorry to bother you, my charger doesnât work anymore and I wanted to know if you had another one or if I could use yours.â he explains, showing his phone.
âMy battery is full, you can use mine now.â you propose.
Youâre going to get your charger to give it to him. Though, when he takes it, he doesnât move from your door. You raise your eyebrows, not understanding what he wants more.
âIâd like to talk to you. Maybe we could do it while my phoneâs charging ?â
He gives you his cell and your charger, you go plug it and put the phone on your nightstand. You turn around and see Stuart trying to avoid your gaze. The silence is becoming more and more unbearable so you sit on your bed. You give him a look to invite him to say what he has in mind. He sits next to you and clears his throat.
âYou know, maybe we should act like nothing happened. I think the others are guessing thereâs something.â
âYeah.â, you sigh, âNea even asked me if something happened.â
âWhat did you tell her ?â
âThat nothing happened, she was imagining things. She didnât seem fully convinced, but she didnât insist.â
âIf it curbs our internship, weâd really need to do something.â
You nod as a simple answer. You both stay silent, not knowing what to add. You avoid his eyes at first before feeling the presence of his body closer to yours. When you turn your head towards him, you notice his lips are only a few inches from yours. You donât even know how you got there. You know you should back up, nevertheless you feel attracted to him, in spite of yourself. Stuart knows how to bring you back to him. You have no idea if he does this on purpose or not, yet, he can make you succumb slowly again. You donât have the time to think much longer that you fell Stuartâs lips on yours. You kiss him back as if it was an automatism. Like youâre used to, your body gets closer and closer and you straddle Stuartâs lap. He puts his hands on your hips to have no distance between you two. You feel his hands slipping under your shirt and as if it was an electroshock, you snap out of your transe and break your embrace from him. You run away in a corner, opposite from him, trying to get a grip on yourself and putting your shirt correctly again.
âYou said it was the last time last week.â you exclaim, out of breath, âIs that why you came to my room tonight ? Your phone and the conversation were just excuses, werenât they ? Iâm sick of it, Stuart. I feel like this is just a game and Iâm the one who gets played. You canât leave and come back again and again. Itâs hurting me.â you admit.
âSorry, I donât know what got into me. I meant it when I said it was the last time.â Stuart apologises with red cheeks.
âYes, just like the time before and the ones before. I always need to build up walls and then you have fun destroying them. Iâm tired of it, Stuart !â you lose your temper, âYou canât say one thing and the next time say another one. Iâm lost. I donât know how to act with you, thatâs why the team realised something happened between us.â
âY/N, I swear to you-â
âKeep your explanation for yourself.â you retort before going to your nightstand, âTake your phone back and go ask Yo-yo for his charger. Leave me alone.â you order, giving his cell back.
Stuart lower his eyes before getting up from your bed and leaving your room without saying anything else. When he closes the door, you run your hand on your face, sighing. Itâs the first time youâre able to stop yourself before it goes too far. On one hand, you consider this a victory but on the other hand, he still got into your head for a second. You wish he didnât have that much effect on you. If you could, youâd go back in time and make sure to stay far away from him. You shouldnât have talked to him and become friends with him, you should've listened to your brain and focus on your internship.
After your last altercation, you havenât said another word to Stuart. You try to avoid him as much as you can, despite the circumstances. Unfortunately, that night, you have to stay in his presence longer than youâd want to. Your team needs to create an app and neither of you has an idea so with the team, youâre still in your room, making knots into your brain.
The more the time goes by, the more panicked you all are. Itâs the second to last trial so you canât make a mistake if you want a job for the next year. From time to time, Billy and Nick try to propose some ideas but they have already been done. What annoys you the most in the situation is that they donât seem stressed about the fact you got nothing. The teamworks is really complicated with them sometimes. You feel like they donât understand how important this internship is for you.Â
âYou know what ? We should get out, change our mind.â Nick says without a warning.
âWe need to find an idea for our app. We donât have the time to go out.â you retort, massaging your temple.
âYouâre always working. Itâs not by racking your mind youâre going to find a solution, trust me.â he says before getting closer to his friend. âTrust us.â
âAlright, but not too long.â Lyle accepts, âWe really need to work.â
After a meal in an Asian restaurant, Nick brings you to a bar, on the advice of a person from the restaurant. When you arrive in the place, you all discover Nick in reality made a mistake while translating. Itâs not a bar, itâs actually a nightclub, like the stripteasers prove it to you. You instantly feel embarrassed, like the rest of the group. Some women get closer to you, especially to the boys. One of them comes in front of Stuart who has his nose in his phone. When he raises his gaze, heâs surprised at first, then his eyes go wider when the stripteaser takes his fingers and puts it in her mouth. You canât help but open your eyes wide as well when you see the action. Without saying anything else, Stuart follows the women in another part of the club whilst you stay by Neaâs side.
Thirty minutes later, theyâre all having fun and drinking alcohol. As for you, you stay in the booth, a drink in your hand. You don't really want to dance with Nea or see Stuart having fun with another woman. This night is definitely in your top three of the worst nights of your life.Â
Notwithstanding, you try to see the good side by thinking Stuart doesnât come your way with his hormones yet youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you feel something to see him leave with that woman. You donât like to be eaten by jealousy. You finally got what you want : Stuart away from you but at the same time your body only wants one thing, to have him again. Stuart doesnât make you think rationally and you hate that, you hate him for that.
âNot having fun ?â Nick asks you as he sits next to you.
âIâm not in the mood to party.â
âY/N, youâre 21, itâs time to enjoy yourself. After that, itâll be too late, believe me.â
âI have too much in mind to enjoy myself.â
âAh ! Itâs because of a boy, isnât it ?â he states, smiling. âMaybe I know the guy who is turning your head.â
âNonsense ! Iâm worried about the app we still havenât made yet because of you and Billyâs brilliant idea.â
You put your drink down on the table in front of you violently before standing up, angry at what he said. You only take two steps when Stuart comes in front of you with a huge smile on his face. Apparently, he just had a great time. You see him open his mouth, ready to talk, but you cut him off.
âYou shut up, I absolutely donât want to hear you !â
You go in the clubâs bathroom to splash some water on your face, hoping itâll calm you down. Youâre surprised to know you got easily riled up. The situation with Stuart is irritating you more than you thought.
Ten minutes later, you leave the bathroom and go meet the group. However, you find them on the verge of getting thrown away by the bouncers. Confused, you follow them out of the club and Yo-yo informs you they got into a fight, thatâs why they had to leave. Sometimes, you wonder why you didnât make more effort to get into another group.
You end up in a place near the Golden Gate Bridge to sober up, well actually for them to sober up because besides two drinks, you didnât drink anything else so youâre fine. Lyle is completely wasted while the others are hungover.
Youâre on a bench, away from the others. Your annoyance is too strong for you to laugh at their alcoholic antics so you prefer to stay alone and enjoy the coolness of the morning. You need thirty minutes to finally laugh at Lyleâs actions. He says a lot of nonsense which is really different from what he usually does. From afar, you can see Stuart talking to Nick. You wonder what theyâre talking about before you canât stop yourself from doing it. Stuart needs to stop being on your mind 24/7. Speaking of Stuart, you see him get closer to you. He sits next to you so you refuse to look at him, keeping your gaze on the landscape in front of you.Â
âCould we stop avoiding each other ?â
âWhen we donât, they notice thereâs something between us⌠I mean there was.â you retort drily.
âI said we wouldnât sleep together anymore, not that we should stop talking.â
âExcept that when we do talk, you always wanna get in my pants. So I prefer keeping my distance.â
âI didnât want to ruin our friendship.â he admits, âyouâre an amazing person.â
âLess amazing than the other woman at the club.â you murmur.
âWhat ?â
âNothing.â you tell him, not wanting to show your jealousy.
âY/N, I swear I never meant to play with you or ruin our friendship. When I kissed you the first time, I donât know what got into me. It shouldnât have gone this far. I apologise.â
âWeâve talked about it a thousand times, Stuart.â you sigh, looking at him, âI feel like we go around in circles. Either you want me or you donât. But you canât leave and come back whenever you feel like it.â
âI know.â
âWhy do you do it then ?â you ask him, desperate.
âI donât know.â
âWow, you know how to talk to women.â you say sarcastically. âFuck this love.â you mutter before standing up.
âWait. I care about you, Y/N.â Stuart holds you back while taking your hand in his, âMore than Iâd like to and I think thatâs why I leave and come back. I donât want to lose you but I donât know if you want me.â
âI wish you had talked to me about this instead of hurting me. At least, Iâd feel less shitty.â you throw at him before leaving him alone.
Your teamâs hangover ended up giving you an idea for an app which earned you a lot of points. Although youâre happy to see your internship is going well, you canât help but feel perturbed by what Stuart told you earlier. Did he mean it ? Or did he only want to put you in his bed again ? He said he cared about you however you donât know if you should believe him. After all, you got disappointed so many times by him in a month and a halfâŚ
As your trial is over, you walk to your room to finally get some rest. Between the sleepless night and the app you had to do at the last minute, you donât have energy anymore. You dream of only one thing : the comfort of your bed. Youâre about to open your bedroomâs door when you hear someone screaming your name.Â
âY/N !â
âStuart ? What do you want ?â you question as he comes in front of you.
âIâm tired of hiding.â he drops, âI really care about you, Y/N. Youâre a smart, funny and beautiful person. I was stupid for always leaving and coming back, you donât deserve me to do this to you. You were right this morning, I should have talked to you about what I felt before screwing everything up. Itâs just, I didnât know if youâd want a relationship with me so I was okay with what we had and you seemed okay with it too, except I ended up hurting you and Iâm terribly sorry about it. I know Iâve ruined all my chances with you, but if I could at least have you as a friend, itâd make me happy. Y/N, I promise you, if I could go back in time, Iâd confess my feelings for you way before so you wouldnât hate me now.â
âI donât hate you.â you correct him, staring at him.
âYou donât ?â
âI have been disappointed by you, thatâs for sure. Youâve messed with my brain, thatâs the least we can say, but I canât help and fall back into your arms because I care about you, too.â you admit to him, âI know Iâll probably regret what Iâm about to say but if this time, you promise to communicate with me, to not run away at the first hesitation, Iâd like to be friends with you again. Even if I have feelings for you, I canât promise you weâll get back together, I need to fully trust you again before getting into a relationship. But I canât act as if I wanted to stay away from you. Letâs try one last time.â
âOne last time is all I ask.â Stuart smiles with a hopeful look.
In the end, this last time ended up being different from the previous ones. Your relationship with Stuart has finally been able to blossom into something beautiful, like both of your hearts wanted it so much.
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â¤ď¸Romantic/đFriendship/đSiblings/đParents
Stranger Things Masterlist
Marvel Masterlist
Top Gun Maverick Masterlist
Teen Wolf
â¤ď¸I Wanted It To Mean Something - Kira Yukimura
â¤ď¸My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski
â¤ď¸Trust You - Stiles Stilinski
The Vampire Diaries
â¤ď¸Never Again - Stefan Salvatore
â¤ď¸The Shoulder You Cry On - Katherine Pierce
â¤ď¸Lose This With You - Katherine Pierce
â¤ď¸Falling - Katherine Pierce
Supernatural
đYeah, I Understand - Dean Winchester
đA Part Of The Family - Dean Winchester
đIâll Never Leave You - Dean Winchester
Bridgerton
â¤ď¸I Still Miss You - Benedict Bridgerton
â¤ď¸The Only One For You - Benedict Bridgerton
â¤ď¸Choice - Benedict Bridgerton
â¤ď¸I Really Care About You - Anthony Bridgerton
Criminal Minds
â¤ď¸New Milestone - Emily Prentiss
â¤ď¸After All These Years - Emily Prentiss
â¤ď¸Baking Therapy - Emily Prentiss
â¤ď¸Everything Will Be Okay - Emily Prentiss [½]
â¤ď¸Everything Will Be Okay | Letâs Go Home - Emily Prentiss [2/2]
â¤ď¸For The Very First Time - Emily Prentiss
â¤ď¸Beautiful - Derek Morgan (â ď¸Please check the trigger warnings before reading!)
The Maze Runner
đWeâre Gonna Get Outta Here - Thomas
The Internship
â¤ď¸Last Time - Stuart Twombly
Celebrities
â¤ď¸More Than A Friendship - Shawn Mendes
â¤ď¸The Memories Of Our Relationship - Shawn Mendes
â¤ď¸Close To Me - Dove Cameron
â¤ď¸And It Lasted - Dylan O'Brien
Drabble Masterlist
Album One Shot Masterlist
FR Masterlist
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prompts
- âNo, youâre not sleeping alone tonight, not after that.â  / stiles stilinski x reader
- âYouâre the most beautiful human being on earth no matter what and Iâm in love with you.â / stiles stilinski x reader
- âYouâre the most beautiful human being on earth no matter what and I am in love with you.â & âDonât do that again. Like never again.â / caleb holloway x reader
- âStop judging me.â & âOpen up, I got McDonaldâsâ / dylan oâbrien x reader
imagines
- two ghosts / dylan oâbrien x reader
- the one with interview and dylan oâbrien hoodie / dylan oâbrien x reader
- the good side / dylan oâbrien x reader
- born to die / mitch rapp x reader COMING SOON
drabbles
- sober / dylan oâbrien x reader
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My So Called Masterlist
Here lies the tragedy, comments are always welcome :)
Smut is marked ***Â
Last Updated 11/09/18
Hiatus: Series is taking a short break and will pick back up.. eventually
Alphaâs DutiesÂ
When Y/N steps foot in Beacon Hills, she has one goal. Save the McCall pack. She had rules, no boys, no friends, just a job, but that all changed when she fell for the alpha.
One â Two â Three â Four â Five â Six â Seven â Eight* â Nine âTen â Epilogue
Boy Meets GirlÂ
Dylan OâBrien has it all. A famous acting career, a famous girlfriend, roaring fans.. the only thing he doesnât have, is true love. That all changes when he meets the not so starstuck, Y/N. You know what they say about hollywood, it loves a dirty little secret.
One â Two â Three â Four â Five â Six â Seven â Eight â Nine âEpilogue
Itâs Just A Word // Soulmate AU
When you turn 13, you get a word. One word, which only your soulmate can see. Y/N spent her time covering up hers, until one day she meets the one person who would do anything to keep his from coming true.
Prologue â One â Two â Three â Four  â Five â Six â Seven* â Eight âNine â Ten â Eleven â Twelve â Thirteen â Fourteen â Fifteen â Epilogue
Falling Backwards // High School AUÂ [Hiatus]
A failed test and hurtful comment turn into a new math equation for Y/N and resident player Stiles Stilinski. So the question remains, what do you get when you add a fuckboy + Sweet talking LAX bro + High School mean girls + And a Deal? The D.U.F.F
One â Two â Three
Soul Survivor
In times of war, when itâs the hunters verses the hunted, no one can keep their hands clean. When an ally comes from shadows.. Stiles and the McCall pack have a tough choice to make about the lesser of two evils and what they are willing to do to survive.
Prologue
SacrificesÂ
Thereâs a couple things you need to know about Y/N Stilinski. She loves her dad. She loves her mischievous little brother. And she may or may not still love her best friend from High School, Derek Hale. What she doesnât love, however, is being lied to. Repeatedly.Â
One â Two â Three â Four â Five â Six
Fair Beacon HillsÂ
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star-crossâd lovers take their life choose their path.
One â Two â Three
Stiles Stilinski
Bad Habits Die Hard
The Funeral
Lineage (Stydia/Scalia)
Void
Never Trust A Fox
Derek Hale
Grinchwolf [Christmas Special]
Tiny Traitor [Christmas Special]
Age Restriction
Wanted
Theo RaekenÂ
An Empty GlassÂ
Terrible Timing (Thiam)Â
Blurried Lines (Stiles/Theo/Reader)
Isaac Lahey
A New FairytaleÂ
Sterek
Never Again
TW & Their Hogwarts Houses
Stiles Stilinski
Lydia Martin
Kira Yukimura
Riverdale
Betty Cooper
Veronica Lodge
Cheryl Blossom
I recommend the shit out off these fantastic fics from my WC <3
Words Hurt//Fuckboy!Dylan AUÂ â By @writersoull
Mistakes and Regret â By @madjor99
Riddle to Solve â By @roscoeknows
Memory Found â By @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone
Do You Love Me? â By @dylanobemineforever
Itâs Okay, You Donât Have To Love Me â By @redbrickisaac
Pup and Baby Wolf â By @mixedupsammy
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gonna tell my kids that he was my first boyfriend because literally how would they know
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Please note when it comes to the Dylan OâBrien you can ask/request for any of his characters with any kind of trope or idea but I do not write RPFÂ
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To try and make this more mobile friendly, I have decided to try a new way of listing fics
Title {Pairing} (if needed will notate smut or dark here) Â Summary (if requested this will be listed after) {{and then anything additional.}}
 THE INTERNSHIP (Stuart Twombly)
Home {female!Reader} (smut) Being pregnant, for you, meant that you were constantly desperate for your husband and itâs just another night for the two of you.Â
Tamales are a Labor of Love {x Latina!Reader} - Sleepover drabble
 Honeymoon sex {x Female!Reader} - Sleepover drabble Â
THE MAZE RUNNER (Thomas)Â
Getting your Way {x Female!Reader} (smut) After an evening of some fun, you use a recent discovery to get away with going along for the Minho Rescue Mission.  Â
Finally Mine {Alpha!Thomas x Omega!FReader}(smut) Itâs been months since you had begun the bonding process with your Alpha to save his life. When your heat hits you, however, will Thomas finish the bond?Â
Hold On { x Female!Reader}  After a fight, Thomas goes to apologize to her and let her know how he really feels but a crashing sound on the other side of the door tells him it may just be too late - Based off song from Chord Overstreet.Â
Marry Me? {x Reader} A walkthrough of what itâs like to marry the love of your life- Written for Tomuary hosted by @writingsbychloâ
The Hot Tub {x Female!Reader}Â (smut) A game of Truth or Dare with the gang leads to you confessing some information about Thomas and it seems that Minho has a plan for what to do with that. (Please note this is an Modern Day AU- the maze was not a thing but there is an unnamed trauma they all experienced){{Written for Kinktober 2020}}
Moodboards & Still editsÂ
New Years TrioÂ
Just Thomas
Romantic Earth Wedding
Children of WCKD
Nikki & Tommy in Ireland
Live your life
The MazeÂ
AMAZING STORIES (Sam Taylor)Â
My Girl {x Reader}Â Â
One  - Itâs pouring rain and youâre standing outside the old Porter House⌠waiting⌠while you canât help but remember how you got here
Two - Sometimes, it takes a moment - or a conversation - before you can jump back into normalÂ
TEEN WOLF
StilesÂ
Alpha  {x Reader} (smut) -  During your heat, your Alpha holds you tight, holds you close and something new comes of it.  {{Written for Kinktober 2019 (ABO)} Drabble
Called Your Name {Alpha!Stiles x Omega! F Reader} (Smut) You hate Stiles Stilinski and thereâs not a soul that can convince you otherwise. Heâs supposed to be gone letting you get some studying in but when the cocky Alpha calls your name youworry he may need some help {{Written for Kinktober 2020}}Â (Nonnie Request â hey! thank you for answering my last request, and i was wondering if you could do a Alpha!Stiles fic with ABO dynamics (and maybe possibly he has a daddy kink?) thank you so much and i love your work! you are so kind! :) ) {{Written for Kinktober 2020}}Â
Caught { x Sarah} (Smut) Stiles and Sarah have been friends for years when Stiles comes over to her house one day, Sarah finds an unexpected boost of confidence {{Written for Kinktober 2019 ( Masturbation) (annon prompts: #10 âare you touching yourselfâ and #13 âfriends donât do thatâ ) )}}
Dinner Forgotten x Reader (smut)After getting a surprise ready for your husband, youâre at home making dinner when he surprises you. Things take a rather, interesting turn. {{Written for Kinktober 2019 (Ass Worship kink)}}
Girl in Charge {x Reader} (smut)Â Â Youâd decided that you wanted to try something different this time around and your boyfriend, Stiles, decides to indulge you. Â {{Written for Kinktober 2019 (Cowgirl)}}
I Promise {x Reader} You canât help but notice that somethings up with Stiles. His anxiety is through the roof and when you ask him youâre surprised at the answer that you get.
Make it up to You {x Reader} Stiles has been⌠different with you lately and youâre not sure why. Will he realize what heâs doing? (prompt from annon: is there any chance you could make a one-shot or something about the reader being a child and being really close to stiles, when something happens with werewolves or something Stiles doesnât really make time for her so she thinks that Stiles doesnât love her anymore. when he continued to ignore her she starts ignoring him and stiles notices and tries to make it up to her with fluff please! )
Marked {x Female Reader} (smut) An adventurous afternoon with your long time boyfriend leads to an awkward moment with his dad. (prompt from @gaby-gabs so, if you have accepted requests, I would like one of Stiles in which he is very wild in sex and leaves her with several marks and his father ends up seeing and confronts him thinking he is attacking her, and she ends up telling him that it was in sex. sorry for the bad english, and thanks in advanceâ) {{Written for Kinktober 2020)
Needy (x Reader) When Stiles has been gone longer than normal you decide to try something new that leads to a very interesting phone call.{{Written for Kinktober 2020}}
Nightcap Activities {x Female!Reader} (smut) Getting home from date night, Stiles gives you news that means the two of you can finally work towards pups {{Written for Kinktober 2020}} (Requested by @thegirlwhoimaginedâ {breeding kink})
Prey {x Reader} (smut)  Youâd noticed that Stiles had a thing for knives during training one time and decide that you wanted to see what he could do with them, youâd told Stiles it was his turn to be the hunter.Â
Sheâs Back in Town  {x Reader}  Having moved back to Beacon Hills recently, you reconnect with one Stiles Stilinski throughout the school year. One day, he hears something he really doesnât like. (Prompt: âIf I ever see you anywhere near her/him, youâll have to deal with me.â )
Trying Something Different {x Reader} (smut) With everyone gone for the day, you decide to ask Darling if you can try something new. {{Written for Kinktober 2019 (Pegging Kink)}}
Your eyes light up the night sky {x Reader} (smut)Â Â After everything with Void, Stiles is finally okay, things can finally go back to normal. Until he overhears the pack talking about you. What had he done?
Void!Stiles
Divine Games ({x Reader} (smut)Â Â You and your mate pick up a poor John while out one night (Prompt: Based off Billie Ellishâs Bad Guy)
Please see the respective masterlists/chapters for warnings
After the Last City  {Thomas X Reader}
Amongst the chaos of the Last City falling, you went after Thomas and managed to get separated from the rest of the group. When Thomas wakes up in a strange place, he quickly learns that you had gone after him and never made it back to the Berg.
Forgiveness {Thomas x Nyx (OC)}Â
Forgiveness is defined as a conscious, deliberate decision to release feelings of resentment or vengeance toward a person or group who has harmed you, regardless of whether they actually deserve your forgiveness. There is an important distinction, forgiveness does not mean forgetting, nor does it mean condoning or excusing offenses. The thing is⌠there are some things that are done that are beyond forgiveness.
Friendship & Fate {Alpha!Stile x Reader}
Anonymous: could you do a fic of Alpha!Stiles and Beta!reader where they are best friends and they have to share a hotel bed together and reader and stiles slowly go into heat/rut together because of each other and they try to resist it because they want to be friends but give in and get together with ABO dynamics? (i know that was very specific i have so many ideas but canât write for my lifeđ) also i life your work!- you deserve so much more recognition!
In Your Arms
Three ones shots that can be read independently or together- just involving fainting spells, cake and smut
My Girl {Sam Taylor x Reader}  One - Itâs pouring rain and youâre standing outside the old Porter House⌠waiting⌠while you canât help but remember how you got hereTwo - Sometimes, it takes a moment - or a conversation - before you can jump back into normalÂ
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Fan Fictions:
Fan Fiction Series : Daylin Lace
A New Age Series
Written Images and One Shots:
Last Updated : July 29th, 2017Â
** Indicates Smut
[Bolded text are series]
Dylan OâBrien
Beauty and the Mets Fan**
Turbulence**
Running Line **
Happy Birthday Mr. OâBrien**
Wrong Loves My Company Series**
Dance Like Weâre Making Love**
Stoned On You**
Fuck You Better**
Scott McCall
I Know What You Are
Love Games**
Happy Valentineâs Baby**
Happy Valentineâs Baby Pt 2**
Stiles Stilinski
Nightmares & ConfessionsÂ
More Than Meets The Eye**
Stiles BilinskiÂ
Drinking Game, Never the Same**
Stiles Stilinski AU: WorkSpace Series**
Adventures with Rosce [A Scruffy Hoes Prod.]**
Never BeforeÂ
The After.
RememberÂ
The Night She Took (My Breath Away)**
Can We Still Be Alone?**
Void Stiles
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes**
A Void Inside Me**
Chaos Has Come Again**
Mitch RappÂ
Assassin Series**
The Preacherâs Daughter Series**
Dave Hodgman
That Was Fucking**
Stuart Twombly
Technical Difficulties [A Scruffy Hoes Prod.] **
When Chasing Love**
ThomasÂ
The Unspoken Game Series?**
Theo Raeken/Cody Christian
Our First Date
Payback**
I Want Her**
Bad News
I Love You**
Fueled By Desire**
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Big Ole Masterlist
Dylan OâBrien Stiles Stilinski Stuart Twombly Dave Hodgman Mitch Rapp Jimmy Malone Thomas
Series- Farmerâs Daughter Corporate
Bucky Barnes Lance Tucker Harry Jefferson Chris Beck TJ Hammond Chase Collins Mickey Henry Jack Benjamin Ben Curtis Carter Baizen Frank Johnny Nunzio Leo Riley Steve Kemp Nick Fowler
Peter Parker Link / Alexander Goodwrich Dennis Nash
Dacre Montgomery Billy Hargrove Jason Scott
Series- The Red Ranger
Joe Keery Steve Harrington
Bob Morley Bellamy Blake
Series- The Innocent Girl
John Wick
Jonathan Byers
Loki Laufeyson
5 Seconds of Summer
Ryohei Arisu
Suguru Niragi
Son Goku
Anime/Manga Characters
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Stiles Stilinski/Thomas Masterlist
One Shots
Everything is better wet
Thunder And Lightning
Dirty Dancing
Perfect To Me
Sweetcheeks
Promise To Protect
The V-Card Shame
The Moment That Changed My Life
Series
Best Behaviour Part 1 Best Behaviour Part 2 (More Than Friends)
How Things Change Masterlist
My Best Friends Brother Masterlist
Kinktober Masterlist (Basically one shots with kinks)
Roleplay May One Shots
Day 6 - Bad Neighbour
Day 9 -Â Just Let Go
Day 13 - What Are You Doing Here?
Day 19 - My Only Alpha
Day 24 - Baited Wolf Trap
Thomas (The Maze Runner)
One ShotsÂ
Youâve Always Been My Girl
Off Limits
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Dirty Dancing - A Stiles Stilinski x Reader - One Shot
Words: 6,116
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader/You, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Issac Lahey
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/You
Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Oral basically everything smutty! ;) Dominant Stiles, Dirty Dancing. Eh think thatâs it
You were so excited for tonight, it was just what you all needed, finally a night out as a pack. So the town of Beacon hills was unseasonably quiet for a change, and when you and Lydia had suggested a night out Scott and few select others had been a little sceptical. Although that hadnât lasted long, not when they were charmed by Lydia, which of course was like a normal day for her.
You were practically bouncing off of the walls, as you rushed to get ready because Lydia and Allison were already on their way to come and get you. Lydia had finally approved of your outfit late last night, she had rolled her eyes at your previous choice, unwilling to let you go to casual.
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Dylan O'Brien Masterlist
Updated: February 3, 2022
General Masterlist
Stiles Silinski-
Sacrificed
Stiles x fem! Reader x Yandere! Void Stiles
Summary: When void takes you hostage he expects Stiles to give him information cause of his feelings for you.
Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, head trauma, angst, major character death.
Death is the only escape
Yandere Killer! Stiles x Killer! Reader x Boyfriend Theo x Reader
Summary: When Scott takes his life because of the bullies at camp and gets no justice you and Stiles take it into your hands leading you to learn the truth.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, gore, major character death, yandere behavior.
Mitch Rapp-
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Thomas
A Beautiful Tragedy
Lovesick! Thomas x Lovesick! Reader
Summary: You and Thomas don't have the healthiest relationship but you love eachother and nothing will stop that. You atleast try to enjoy the little moments of peace because there's always a storm behind it.
Warnings: yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts, MCD, Jealousy, fighting in public, mention of flirting with someone other than your s/o, description of gore and death, toxic relationship, description if the afterlife that's not the bibles (if that offends you don't read), heavy angst, lovesickness, little but if fluff, death, murder.
Joel Dawson-
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at a sleepover⌠laying between three ppl⌠none of them know iâm reading fanfic rn
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