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So wholesome and sweet, I want 🥺

𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

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and to the anon that asked this like a month ago i’m so sorry 😭 pls forgive me

B grabbing A’s hand to get their attention.

"Don't go where I can't follow."

B wrapping their arms around A’s waist and pulling them close, whispering in A's ear: "Stay close to me."

"Let me help you."

"I can't bear the thought of leaving you alone."

"You belong to me, heart and soul."

B texting A throughout the day to make sure that A is okay.

B leaving a mark on A's neck and breathing against A's ear: "So everyone knows you're mine."

"I don't want anyone else looking at you."

B suspiciously eyeing everyone that glances too intently in A's direction.

"I always protect what's mine."

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me."

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

B seeing that A is discomforted at a party and asking: "Are you okay? I can take you back home if you want to leave."

"I promise I will always be here for you."

B coming up behind A and hugging them tightly, as if they never want to let go.

"I want you to be happy."

"It sounds selfish, but I can't help but want you all to myself."

“For you, I would do anything.”

B always wanting to provide for A in any way that they can: whether it be cooking for them, buying something for them, caring for them when their sick or simply listening to what A has to say.

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This is literal art and it deserves so much more attention!💕

Can you please write something for Mattheo Riddle with academic rivals and if we get caught I’m blaming you

Tyty <3

✧ mattheo riddle x fem!reader x academic rivals x "if we get caught I’m blaming you"✧

( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

❁ i love all variations of enemies to lovers hihi, anyway this might have some mistakes which i’ll probably fix in the future

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You stormed out of the class the moment it ended. You couldn’t stand his remarks and comments on every topic, often resulting in an argument where the teacher had to step in to end it. You huffed and went outside to get some fresh air, Pansy followed your steps and you both sat down on the cold pavement. She took a cigarette out of the box and placed it in between her soft lips. To her surprise, you looked at her and extended your hand flat so that she could share one with you. She saw you smoke like at best - three times, throughout all the years she’s known you. You hated that smell, because whenever you smelt it he was somewhere close.

‘You want-‘

‘Yes.’ You cut her off and she silently placed a cigarette in your hand. ‘Don’t question it.’ You muttered as put the thing between your lips as well.

‘I wont.’ She mumbled as she pulled out a lighter.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke, both the taste and the feeling of smoking made you cough a bit. Pansy kept her mouth shut, but her eyes never left your figure.

‘What?’ You turned to her, still clearly upset.

‘Nothing.’ She sighed and took a puff. “I just think you should pay less attention to him, he sees that this rivalry makes your blood boil and he uses that to get a rise out of you.’

You didn’t reply for a moment, thick smoke slowly escaping your lips.

‘But I can’t let him win.’

‘You have been fighting for the best grades since i can remember, why are you so obsessed about it anyway?’

‘I-.. I don’t know. I just dont want to give him the satisfaction of being better than me.’

She nodded slowly, ‘You comin’ to the party on tomorrow?’

You sighed, ‘Probably not. We have classes on Monday.’

‘And? You have the whole Sunday to study’ She replied. ‘Mattheo will be there, you both need to relax for one fucking night, right?’ She tilted her head and smirked.

‘I still won’t go.’ You replied and took another puff.

‘Ohh come on!’ Pansy whined and she grabbed your arm to shake it roughly. ‘Pleaseee… I dont remember the last time we went to a party together..’

You looked at her and sighed deeply while closing your eyes, ‘I’ll think about it.’

She chuckled, ‘Merlin, you are so easy to persuade.’

‘You want me to say no?’ You remarked and she raised her hands in defense, her lips in a thin line so that she wouldn’t say anything more.

During supper on Saturday the Slytherin party was everything anyone could talk about. The more things you heard about it the less you wanted to go, but the previous day you agreed to Pansy’s request, now regretting it fully. You moved your fork around your plate, sometimes taking a bite of the food but mostly playing with it. As soon as you could exit the Great Hall you hurried to your dorm. After what felt like four hours of looking through your closet, you finally found the most decent outfit for the party. It started at 9 p.m. but you arrived an hour and a half later. After all you said you’d come, not when. You spotted Pansy in the crowd easily, she was currently engaging in a possibly flirtatious conversation with Theo Nott. You liked him, unfortunately, because it meant wherever he was Mattheo fucking Riddle would be close by. This time wasn’t any different. You slowly squeezed your way through the crowd of drunk students and tapped Pansy on the shoulder after reaching her side.

‘Why are you so late?’

‘What do you mean? I thought the party started at 11?’ you replied sarcastically.

‘Yeah, sure you did.’ She jokingly rolled her eyes at you.

‘Hi Theo.’ You gave him a smile.

He gave you a nod and went back to slowly sipping his whiskey. A moment later you felt someone squeezing between you and Pansy to rest their arms on both your and her shoulders.

‘Hello ladies, can I get you anything?’ A chirpy voice asked.

You chuckled, ‘Hi Enzo, nice to see you too.’ You wanted to add you didn’t want anything but Pansy was quicker.

‘Yeah, we both want the strongest thing you have.’

‘Wha-‘ You tried to interfere.

‘Our friend here needs to take her busy mind off of things.’

And with that Enzo nodded in understanding and disappeared into the crowd with a smirk.

‘Pans, what the fuck?’ You raised your voice.

‘Relax, you need a night off.’

You scoffed.

‘If he is having fun then you should too.’ She replied and nodded towards something.

You turned around to see Mattheo on a couch, sloppily making out with some Ravenclaw girl.

‘I’m gonna puke.’ You turned to Pansy. ‘That is not my idea of fun.’

‘I’m not saying you have to hook up with anyone! All I want us to do today is to get completely plastered tonight!’ She pleaded. ‘Please?’

You wanted to reply but before you could Enzo had brought the drinks. Part of you knew this was gonna have consequences, but the other part of you was like fuck it. You sighed and with a smirk took the beverage from his hand, you listened to the second option.

The night was full of dancing and drinking, mostly the second one which led to you sitting in a circle at 1:45 am, playing truth or dare. You were laughing at Fred Weasley’s poor try to do a split when he suddenly gave up and drank his shot as punishment. Then the bottle landed on you.

“So, truth or dare?” He asked you with a cocky smirk.

��Dare.”

To be honest, you would have chosen truth if not the fact that you were already a bit drunk.

“I dare you to go in a closet for 7 minutes with Riddle.” He and George started sneering.

You locked eyes with Mattheo and without thinking replied.

“I’d rather take a shot than spend a second with him alone.”

He scoffed at you, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You picked up your glass and the liquid soon started burning your throat.

On Sunday morning you woke up in your bed, how you got there though - you had no idea. You slowly sat up and felt like your head was going to explode in any moment. Then you remembered why you don’t get drunk, but it was too late to change that. You spent the rest of the day in your bed, away from any noise that would make this pain worse. You tried opening some books to study, but with this hazy mind and eyes not focusing on any sentence you quickly gave up and threw them to the side. After all, not studying for once wouldn’t bite you in the ass, right?

Monday morning was much better, you did your routine and the pain was gone. You quickly hurried to class and sat down next to Pansy just before the clock struck 9:00.

Professor Binns entered the classroom and everyone expected another boring lesson, where he hopefully falls asleep. Instead, he cleared his throat and told everyone to only leave their quills and a piece of paper on their desks. The students started looking at eachother in confusion, Binns had never done any sort of test without announcing it before.

“Today, I want to see how much you lot remember from the last few classes, there will be three questions, answer them briefly. You’ll have 10 minutes.”

Your eyes widened so much you thought they would pop out from the eye sockets. You were screwed, not only you hated this subject because you couldn’t remember much from what Binns was saying but you also haven’t studied because of this stupid party.

Everyone started groaning and trying to bargain with the professor but he was persistent. You scribbled the questions quickly as he was saying each one of them and you realised you don’t know anything.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

You saw Mattheo giggling across the room and writing on the paper. If only you could read his mind and copy the answers, but you couldn’t. You started writing anything that came to your mind, none of it was probably right, but maybe you’d get some points for trying. Unlike Berkshire and Nott who didn’t even write the questions down.

When the time was up all the papers flew directly into the professor’s hand. The rest of the class went by much quicker and as soon as it ended you stormed out of the class.

At the end of the day you found yourself in your dorm, studying whatever you learned that day in class. You picked up your History Of Magic book and started flipping through it in order to write down the correct answers to the questions which you luckily remembered. They turned out to be way complicated than you thought, you were officially screwed. Before reading them you at least had hope Binns would give you some points, now the hope has vanished.

Then, out of nowhere, a crazy idea popped into your mind. You turned to the side to see your roomate sleeping soundly and slowly got up from your bed and went over to the door. Holding your hand over the knob, unsure of your choice, you sighed deeply.

“Fuck it.” You whispered to yourself and exited the dorm.

This was not a good idea and you knew it. But it was better than being worse than Riddle. At least that’s what you were telling yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle. At night it was even harder to find the correct classroom where the professor would’ve kept the tests.

It felt like you have missed the correct room at least 10 times already, this was too hard. You were about to give up when you heard shuffling in the classroom a few metres away from where you stood. The door was slightly agape and there was a soft blue light coming out, someone was surely using lumos. You took a few small steps and remained as quiet as possible, peeking your head through the door you saw someone going through the desk drawers as quietly as they could. The person stood up and when your eyes landed on those messy curls, you instantly recognised him.

“Riddle?” You whispered as you entered the room. “The hell are you doing here?”

He looked up in horror, but immediately relaxed his stance when he saw it was you.

“I could ask you the same question.” He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. “Looks like we had the same idea. Didn’t think you were one to break the rules, though.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed.

“You came here to replace your test with the correct answers, didn’t you?” He smirked at you and pointed to the piece of paper you were holding.

“Why are you here?” You avoided his question.

“For the exact same reason, love.” He waved his paper sheet.

“Don’t call me that.” You replied and came over to him. “I saw you giggling in class, surely you must’ve known the answers.”

He shrugged his arms, “I was giggling because I knew I was screwed.”

You rolled your eyes at him and took a look around the class.

“Have you found them, then?”

“I don’t think they are here.” He nodded towards the desk.

You went over to the cabinet on your right and opened the shelfs, finding your tests in the lowest one.

“You are so daft, Riddle.” You gave him a smirk and waved the papers in front of his face.

He scoffed at you and took them from your hand. He started looking for your names and you both successfully replaced your tests.

“I wanted to be better than you and now we are gonna be even.” You sighed.

“I’m always better than you, though.” He replied.

“No you are not.” You hissed.

“Mhm.”

“I’m going back to my dorm. I can’t stand another second with you.” You huffed and started walking away.

Mattheo didn’t respond, instead he smirked to himself, put the tests back in the drawer and started silently following after you.

“Fuck off Riddle.” You whisper-yelled at him when he caught up to you.

“Why do you want to be better than me so much?”

“Just because.”

You didn’t even know why, you just knew you couldn’t be worse than him. This unspoken rivalry had been going on for far too long and you never understood why it mattered to you so much. You stopped walking and looked up at him, even though it was dark you could see his soft features. You opened your mouth to say something when a soft meow echoed through the corridor. Mattheo instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the nearest room, which happened to be a small closet full of different jars containing various herbs. You felt his warm breath on your face.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You whispered.

“Can you shut up for one second?” He whispered back.

“I’m just-“ He stopped you by putting his hand over your mouth.

You heard someone walking next to the door behind which you were hiding. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, but feeling Mattheo’s warm hand on your face made you even more nervous. You slowly reached up and took his hand away. Your eyes were flickering between the door and each other’s faces. The light from a lamp Filch was carrying shined through the bottom of the door. It lit up the room to the point that you saw your enemy almost clearly. He looked… pretty. Saying you didn’t find him attractive would be a complete lie. You realised how close you were to each other, his body heat making you get goosebumps. This is the closest you had ever been and for the first time you didn’t find him annoying. His eyes were glued to the bottom of the door, waiting for Filch to go past the room. Slowly the light started fading and so did his features you were studying, like the scar on his nose you never noticed. You wondered where it was from.

“I think he’s gone.” He whispered which got you out of the trance.

“Hm?”

“Filch.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You whispered and turned your attention to the door.

Mattheo kept his eyes on you, little did you know he also felt nervous with being this close to you. He noticed you were still holding his hand, you didn’t let him go after taking it off of your mouth. He changed the position of your hands, interlocking your fingers. It took you by surprise, but you didn’t show any reaction, visibly. He led you through the corridors as you slowly made your ways to your dorms. You were about to let go of his hand and head off to your room when he tightened the grip.

“Guess you fulfilled the dare after all.” He beamed.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The night of the party you said you’d not spend a second with me and now you’ve spent much more than that.” He smirked.

“Wow, you are so full of yourself.” You let out a breathy laugh and a soft smile grew on your face. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t.” He reciprocated the smile.

You both looked down at your intertwined hands and slowly let go, your hand going back to hanging at your side.

“I still hate you, though.” You said with a smirk and started slowly walking away.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He replied with the same sentence he did the night of the party and smirked at you as well.

“Night, Riddle.”

“Night, love.” He replied and you rolled your eyes at him, but smirked to yourself after you were out of his sight.

The next morning History of Magic was your last class, which meant Binns had probably already graded your tests. He shook his head and said he is disappointed, as only two students got a good grade. You and Mattheo looked at each other and he sent you a wink.

“Stupid bastard.” You whispered to yourself, hiding your smirk and trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

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© girasollake 2023

i feel like this is bad .. sorry for the wait guys i am TRYING ..

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I'm at the most boring party ever and I just wanna write but all that comes to mind is smut. 🤭

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The Dylan O'Brien fic content lately is pretty limited and that makes me sad; I think I might do a couple pieces for him, sorry not sorry. 😅

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This man along with many others, could do unspeakable things to me 🥵🤤

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Page Management

Hi, I'm Vivi Vixen and these are the guide lines of this blog.

If you have a blog that doesn't have a bio or any posts I WILL BOCK YOU. (You are assumed to be a bot)

If your blog has videos, pictures, or gifs depicting sexual acts I WILL BLOCK YOU. (Same reason as above)

I trust that those following me are 18+ or are responsible and will click off a mature rated post; That being said, I will not block you if there is no age in your bio.

(BTW This post will constantly be updated)

All Requests Are Open

Fandoms I Write For

Actors I Write For

Cameron Monaghan [closed]

Dylan O'Brian

Jake Gyllenhaal [closed]

Pedro Pascal

Independent Characters I Write For

Cal Kestis

Damon Salvatore [closed]

Klaus Mikaelson [closed]

Marcus Lopez Arguello {new addition}

Mattheo Riddle {new addition}

Mitch Rapp

SpnHunter!Mitch [closed]

TASM!Peter Parker

[open]

Supernatural

Castiel [closed]

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline (no smut, he's too pure) [closed]

Sam Winchester

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf (the show bc I refuse to watch the new movie)

Derek Hale [closed]

Lydia Martin [closed]

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

[open]

The Last Of Us (the game & show)

Ellie Williams (no smut,I can't help but to see her a kid)

Joel Miller

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Who the hell gave this post the right to be so damn true.

There is this guy I play dnd with, go to the gym with, and party with all in a group and I do find him quite attractive; there are times where I'll glimpse over at him and slightly admire him from a distance but then he'll notice and look over at me. I obviously panic and pretend like I got text but this mf just stays staring through my soul. It's a little intimidating not gonna lie.

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One Sentence Wonders?

Okay, Spn Hunter!Mitch Rapp, or even Mitch Winchester.

(Not mine, I can't remember the og poster but all credit to them)

Yea or Nay?

Just some of my thoughts about hunter!mitch

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When are you going to release something new? (big fan btw)

Thank you sooo much ❤

I don't really know to be completely honest, I'm thinking when I post the first chapter of my rewrite but untill then be sure to leave me some requests while they're open.

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Hey

Hello love ❤

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The D&D Players Handbook

Found this little gem in The Dungeons and Dragons Players Handbook.

The last line though.

I think about this when a show I like ends not so happily (*cough cough* SUPERNATURAL and Stranger Things) and well it's true "-if everyone had a good time and created a memorable story, they all win." Because it's not just us who are effected by the the story but the writers, directors and actors too if not more because this was thier project, they know these characters more then any of us, it becomes apart of who they as well.

And well not to point of the obvious but also because these stories are literally their jobs, so there's that aswell.

WARNING, Stranger Things Vol. 2 spoilers

Ok but sidenote, I didn't even think about it at the time but; This makes me want to write an angsty Imagine where the reader or OC has to finally come to terms with Eddie's death and they remember Eddie telling them about what D&D is and this phrase plays in their head or maybe while they are saving his life?

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Happy 420 y'all!

Not bc Hitler's b-day or columbine

Hey everyone I hope y'all are stoned or getting stoned, I moked a bowl at 4:20a.m and am ready to crash, also I may or may not write some weedy imagines or something.

And a friendly reminder of Dylan O'Brien because.. why not?

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I don't think I have anything to add

Can we all just take a moment and appreciate Dylan for everything? I mean this man has come so far in the movie industry and fought all his demons regarding stunts and, basically, the actor life.

He's now being casted in so many movies, even tho some are rumored, but yet it shows how appreciated he is and how searched for some roles he is.

Dylan is the definition of hardworking, but he's also the definition of being humble. I love him with all my heart ♥

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There's a First For Everything, Right?

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: 18+ content,Smut, first time sex, riding (In Editing)

A/n: This was my first smut and wrote it a long time ago. By the way this takes places before Scott was a Werewolf. 

You have been friends with Scott since you were seven, and is the reason you know Stiles. Over the years you've grown close with the two, maybe a little too close. Yes, you did, and still do, have the worlds biggest crush on Scott. You thought he was kind, funny, smart... he's every thing you ever wanted in a man. But Scott doesn't feel the same, in his eyes all you are is his kid friend. When you turned 16 Scott made time to go hang out with you. All day all you guys did was watch F•R•I•E•N•D•S, eat snacks, and talk in your bedroom. Thankfully your birthday landed on a weekend so you had the whole day together. Which brings us here, now.

You and Scott are watching "The One Where Ross and Rachel... You know"(S2 E15). You started thinking and you didn't know why but you decided to ask Scott an embarrassing question. "Hey Scott have you ever, done the deed with anyone?"  Scott spit out the soda he was drinking, not ready for that question."Uh no I- uh I haven't had sex with anyone... ever." Scott said in an awkward manner. "Oh well that's cool. I mean not because your a virgin- the like the fact that you haven't done it  is lame, cause it's not-" It was as though you couldn't stop your mouth from moving before Scott thankfully cut you off. "It's fine I get what you mean." He voiced with a slight laugh as he went back to Watching TV.

"Oh okay, cool... umm so I uh... I was thinking and I wanted to ask you something, I mean you don't have to say yes, just keep that in mind." You stated a bit playing with your fingers not daring to look at Scott

"What ever it is I'm sure I'd say yes Bunny." Awe, Bunny; The nickname he gave you because years ago, when you asked why he said it was because of how quiet you were when you first met eachother. However, now when he calls you by the nickname it makes your heart flutter."Would you ever wanna... y'know, with me?" You cringed at how you phrased the stupid question you should've never thought about. "Are you asking if I want to have sex with you?!" Scott practically yelled and jumping off your bed. "Say that louder I don't think my neighbors heard you." You whisper-shouted followimg suit after him. "Can we back track here, you're saying you want to have sex with me?" Scott questioned in the same quiet tone as you. "Yeah sort of." You shrugged.

"Well, how could I say no." Scott said more enthusiastic than you would have expected.

"If we're gonna do this we can't tell anyone... Not even Stiles. Okay?"

"Yeah. Got it. Done."

"And it can't effect our friendship." You said and Scott nodded his head in agreement.

"So you wanna add any rules?" You asked.

"Can't think of any." Scott said and you nodded.

"Are we really gonna do this?" Scott asked.

"If you're up for it." You said in a questioning tone.

Just then you heard the font door close "I think my mom is gone. Y'know, if you wanna." You said, he nodded and you put your hands on his face, and he whispered "Trust me, I do." Finally you crashed your lips into Scotts. The two of you stood there for a moment kissing one another until Scott started running his hand up your shirt groping and kneading the flesh of your hips. "Scott" you breathed out. Before you could think you pushed Scott to fall on your bed and straddled his hips.

Scott started frantically removing your shirt exposing your bra, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. You lean over him so now your cleavage was touching his chest "Don't be afraid to touch me Scott." you whispered in his ear. His lips found yours once more in a passionate kiss. You pulled away to take Scotts shirt off, he sat up slightly so you could do so, you carelessly throw his shirt on the floor. "I think it's time to take these off." You said giggling as you unbuttoned his pants and his helped you take them off before throwing them to join his shirt. He rolled you so you were now below him, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rolled his hips into yours, you could feel his bulge on your covered core. Scott was kissing your neck now attacking your sweet spot. "Scott please" you moaned out wanting more of him. Scott then started removing your pants throwing them with his. His hand rested on your thigh as he made his way back to your neck, kneading your thigh slowing inching towards your wet panties.

Scotts lips attached to yours in a sweet kiss as he inserted one finger inside of you, sliding your panties to the side, your moan trapped in between yours and his lips. You gently pulled Scotts hair as another finger teased your entrance, soon he had two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. Scott started kissing your neck again as he pumped the two digits in and out of you, at every thrust of his hand you would buck your hips up as you moaned his name. Scott then pulled his fingers out and started fumbling with his boxers.

 "Wait wait wait, Scott, we need a condom." you said still a little breathless 

"Right uh, do you have one..?"

"Yeah, no."

"It's alright I think I have one in my bag." Scott said getting up and making his way over to his backpack in the corner of your room.

"Soo... were you just expecting to get some?"

"No, today Stiles heard we were hanging out,  he gave me a condom as a joke... Hey he was right, I guess I would be needing it."

"Could you please hurry up, I don't wanna fall asleep waiting on you." Scott rifled through his bag and found the square gray package. Scott rushed back over to your bed and opened the package with his teeth as he hovered over you, once the package was open the condom fell on your chest "smooth McCall" you said laughing at him. Scott picked up the condom as he watched you laugh. "Is something wrong?" You asked, just then he kissed you believe it or not more passionate then before, you were stunned for a second but soon melted into the kiss, your lips detached form eachother "Your just so beautiful, I'm so glad I'm doing this with you." you blushed at his kind words; You didn't even noticed when he put the condom on. Scott then started kissing your neck and removing your panties "You can always stop me if things become to much." he muttered in your neck, you just hummed as you felt his cock tease your entrance, slowly pushing into you, he stayed there for a minute giving you time to adjust to his size, you bucked your hips up signaling that you wanted movement. 

Scott started slowly pushing himself inside you and slowly pulled out of you, it felt weird at first but this amazingly awesome feeling took over. "Oh god, faster." you breathed out arching your back as Scott started picking up his pace, he started kissing your neck once more turning you into a moaning mess. Your nails dug into his back, "Harder" you bucked your hips "Oh Bunny, you have no idea what you do to me." there it was again the nickname only this time hearing it gave you pleasure, he rolled so you were now on top. "Ride me bunny" he said still inside you. You didn't hesitate to start bouncing on is cock, your hands on his chest as his were on your hips pulling you down harder against him. Your motions become weak as your orgasm washes over you, your walls clench around Scotts length. Scott again flips you so he is now back in control as he strives to reach his climax too, at that moment you come, not long after he came as well filling the condom. He then pulls out and pulled the condom off before cuddling your half naked body

"We should do this more often." Scott said nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck

"I agree... Scott?"

"Yes bunny?" 

"Is there any chance you have another condom?"

Helloo, so I wasn't that proud of this one, if you didn't like it I totally understand and apologize, I'm still in the Editing process and somethings might become very different or change completely (for the better) I'm removing unimportant details/dialogue.

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I'll Take Care Of You

Summary: Reader, Scott, and Stiles sneak into the high school library to get drunk. Turns out, reader gets "excited" when she drinks.

Word count: 1k

Warning: maybe some swearing, under age drinking, (not recommended), partial nudity, many cheesy pickup lines, and fluff

A/n: just an edit, I honestly didn't expect this many people to like what I put out there, thank you guys so much and let me know what else you'd like see.

Stiles POV

"Just shut up and follow me." Yn said annoyed with me and Scott. The two of us stopped bickering and did as we were told. We were each trying to find a place to get black out drunk and Scott and I were arguing about where we should go. Yn was going through a lot and just wanted some kind of release. She texted the group chat telling us; I stole a bottle from my dad, with or without you guys I'm getting wasted. Ever since Yn moved to Beacon Hills, freshmen year, I had it bad for her so of course I was in.

"Ok here, this is perfect" Yn said before plopping down in the back of the school library "Did we really have to break into the school?" Scott asked, Yn opened the bottle and smirked at him. "Yes, life is about taking risks." she said before taking a swig from the bottle of spiced rum, she scrunched her nose at the sting the liquid left behind, and passed it to me. "Yeah and dealing with the supernatural isn't taking risks." I said sarcastically before taking a drink of the rum and handing to Scott forgetting he couldn't get drunk.

"Fine we take risks but not fun ones, I mean you gotta admit that the thought of getting caught riles you up just a bit."

"That sounds kinda perverted." Scott said taking the bottle from me and handing it to Yn

"Scott, no offence but like, you can't get drunk so why are you here?" Yn questioned taking another long swig from the bottle.

"I'm just being emotional support."

About an hour or so passed and Yn and I were so wasted we could barely walk, and laughed every time we stumbled over one another.

"I'm starting to regret being emotional support."

"Awe Scotty , don't be a sour wolf." Yn teased with a slur causing both of us to start laughing.

(Time skip)

Scott, somehow, got us back to my house and as soon as we walked through the door Yn jumped onto the couch with her feet dangling over the arm rest. Luckily my dad was working a night shift so when the both of us were loud no one was there to wake.

"Is she gonna be ok?" Scott asked me, to which I nodded my head. "Yeah, she'll have a hang over tomorrow but she'll be fine." "Don't forget that you'll have one too." Yn loudly interrupted our conversation with a fit of giggles. "What's up Yn?" I asked in a sing-song tone as I walked over to the couch. "Mmm, c'mere." She whispered to me, I did as she said and got a little closer.

"Are you a parking ticket... Cause you got fine written all over you. Oh wait wait wait I gotta a better one... Hey I'm  Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?" She burst out laughing once more.

"Wow is she drunk, well good luck with that. I gotta text from Allison so I'm gonna go."

"What happened to 'emotional support'?"

"I did my part, and besides Allison probably wants to do it, so if I had to choose between sex and two drunk idiots, I choose sex" Yn laughed even louder at what Scott had just said causing the both of us to look back at her.

"Who knows Stiles, maybe Scott's not the only one getting laid tonight."

"I'm gonna put her in the shower and see if that does the trick." 

"Yeah, I've heard shower sex is the best." I guess when Yn's drunk she gets... horny.

Scott left to Allison's leaving me to deal with a horny and drunk Yn. "C'mon" I said helping her off the couch and up the stares. We reached the bathroom and that's when she kissed me, I could still taste the rum on her lips. "Fuck me Stiles" She practically moaned "C'mon Yn, in the tub." She did exactly as I said but was very wobbly. "Easy, here maybe you should sit." Again she did as I said.

Before I turned the water on I could hear her giggle, "I thought of an other one. Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" She asked and laughed at her own joke. I turned the water on and let it hit her making her clothes cling the her body and making the white shirt she wore see through and the navy blue bra she wore visible, but she didn't care. "I'm washing me in my clothes." she mumbled  her favorite vine making me laugh slightly, kneeling down to be near her head. "Mmm Stiles, I love your laugh..." she trailed off slightly "...And I love your eyes, your hair, your stupid cute face, and those hands mmm, what I'd let those hands do to me." I gulped at her words. She doesn't mean that she's drunk, the alcohol is clouding her judgment. "What would I have to do get those hands to touch me just how I want to be touched?" "Well a; Be sober. And b; ask." I said knowing she wouldn't remember the next day. "Does it count if I'm half sober?" "You are not half sober." she laughed quietly "If your scared it'd be 'taking advantage' of me then let me tell you a secret... Drunk or sober, I. Want. You. Stiles." She said finally opening her eyes to look at me, she then groaned at the light. "It'd still feel wrong Yn." "I get it. I'm kinda tired anyway." She said before closing her eyes again.

I let the water hit her body for a couple more minutes and finally turned it off. As soon as I did so she started to shiver "C'mere" I mumbled with a towel open, she stood up already looking less wobbly. I wrapped the towel around her still shriving body and helped her out of the tub. "You always know how to take care of me, your the best Stiles. Any girl would be lucky to have you." She mumbled leaning into me. "Lets go find you some new clothes." I said guiding her to my room. I rifled through my drawers looking for something for Yn to wear when I heard her giggle again slightly. "I thought of another one... Are you French? Because Eiffel for you." She giggled again, I pulled out one of my flannels and some boxers for her to wear. "Hey Stiles, I mean as much as I'm enjoying being drunk, y'know you could have given me bread to soak up the alcohol and some coffee and then the shower as a last resort but you do you... Boo, sorry I saw a rhyming opportunity and I took it." Yn said sounding slightly less drunk. God she's cute when she rambles.

"Do you need help getting dressed or...?" I asked to which she shook her head and attempted to take her shirt off but was struggling. "Stupid wet fabric" she mumbled "Ok I need help." she admitted. I pulled her shirt over her head leaving her in her soaking wet bra. She looked at me and for a second she looked stone cold sober. "You never answered my question... Does it count if I'm half sober?" I leaned my forehead against hers. "I don't want to risk it Yn" I said quietly "Life is about taking risks... fun risks." "Your drunk Yn" I told her pulling my head away slowly "you drank as much I did, how are you still resisting this." she said pulling my hand up to her chest. I pulled my hand away gently and turned her around undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor before putting the flannel on her, but she turned around with the flannel not buttoned at all yet still covering her chest "I'm sorry." she said leaving me slightly confused.

"I've been annoying and asking you to do something your uncomfortable with and you stayed by me helping me somehow, I mean shouldn't you be as drunk as me?" I started buttoning up the flannel "I weigh more than you Yn, and I was pretty drunk earlier, but the walk here kinda sobered me up and besides you kinda hogged the bottle." She laughed through her nose "Um this is a little embarrassing but I think if I tried to pull my pants down I'd fall so...?" she questioned, I nodded and sat her on the bed before guiding her Jean's down her legs, careful not to look at her lady bits, I slid the boxers up her legs, by the way she was now talking I could tell she was sobering up. "It's fine by the way. Nothing you do would annoy me." Yn got up to adjust the boxers by folding them at the waist so they would fit. "I'm so tired" she yawned "If you want we can watch a movie." I suggested to which she nodded getting into my bed and under my blankets. I put on her all time favorite movie and got dressed into some sweats and a t-shirt. I crawled into bed beside her cuddling her, she seemed to be fast asleep so I pressed a kiss on her head. "I love you." I said quietly, not to wake her but to my surprise she wasn't asleep. "I love you too Stiles." she mumbled into my chest.

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Okay but like you ever write a fanfic and you're using the transcript but then feel like fuck the transcripts I'ma wing this shit.😩