#dylans headcanons

[putridpackingtown]

……………Peter headcanons because I’m losing my mind

sharp ass teeth like uncomfortably sharp

WILL doxx you online/hj

Probably bisexual

Does not fuck around when it comes to grilling

his favorite holiday is Christmas awwww🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sadomasochist

poor asf but like he lives in the middle of nowhere with his totally-not-boyfriend (obviously cameraman) so who cares

Really into polyamory

freaky relationship with Christianity

would bash my brains in with a hammer for writing this

I don’t care how smooth Fred Vogel is in the movies PETER IS A HAIRY ASS MAN

terrible relationship with his parents (which are dead)

obsessed with really long aimless drives

will wear a Hawaiian shirt while cutting your fingers off and will look fashionable doing so

NIPPLE RINGS!!!!!!!!!! (Crusty is obsessed with them) (Maggot called them gay one time so they fistfought)

fist victim was someone he hit with his car probably

probably owns a shitty pickup truck

nibbles to show affection (he’s never beating the dog man allegations)

HS dropout

was in the army but he left because they yelled at him and made him sad🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁 (obv joking)

Has like 3 or 5 siblings, a total runt of the litter lmao

Shot to death in a parking lot by cops at night a month after crusty died

Was either buried in an unmarked grave (bc edgelords kept stealing his tombstone after all the news got out) or his ashes were left unclaimed in the morgue (since like any remaining family would probs hate him) and were spread somewhere

might add more idk

[letteredaurora]

See, you don't understand how much of a whore Derek is for Stiles. How fucking gone he is over this spastic, pale as fuck, beautiful creature. How, once they've started dating, he cannot get over the overwhelming awe he has over Stiles' mind, his tongue, his wit, fuck -his body; how it moves under Derek's fingers, how Stiles mewls lightly when Derek kneads a sore muscle as they lay in bed for no productive reason whatsoever under the sunday sunlight. You don't know how many whimpers Derek has to hold back with his teeth pressed tight into his lower lip when Stiles moves, his thin waist so... grabbable, his lanky frame the most odd mix of fragile yet potent. He could go on and on and on about his suffering with Stiles but nobody will ever GET IT!

[heartfullofleeches]

"Fuckgirl" Yan + Stoner Reader

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"Think I got a crush on someone..."

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"Who is it this week."

First off, fuck you. Second-

"Dunno. Maybe it's the person who allows me to settle our petty disagreements with enough food to feed a family of four."

Her boot nudges the leg of your chair- a lazy, yet conflicted grin plastered onto her face. What can you say? You're an easy-going person with easy needs to fulfill. What good is staying mad at a woman who can readily drop bills to nourish your wildest craving? Getting harassed by her 'exes" can be bothersome, but at least she let you crash at one of her more permanent places of residence the last time things got sticky.

Pealing back the wrapper of your second burger, you cover your mouth - spacey eyes regaining a symbolence of consciousness as you chew.

"Funny. I mean... What's the point of throwing away our friendship over other people's actions? Things might be better if your partners didn't know I exist, but who else is gonna bring me burgers at four in the morning?"

Dylan picks at her bottom lip with her teeth, a hand skimming through her dyed locks.

She's got it bad.

For the biggest airhead she's ever met.

[elilovesredacted]

Alright, some stiles x witch!longtimebestfriend!reader headcanons

(reader should be GN, though if I make a mistake let me know!)

(that title is long af)

- You guys had been together from diapers, your mothers having been friends for years.

- And once Scott was in the mix, what a trio you were. They were your boys, your best friends.

- When they got picked on, whether for Scott’s asthma or Stiles’ fast talking, you were there to back them up, glaring at their bullies with your hands on your hips.

- Stiles thinks he started to crush on you from then on, and Scott knows he did.

- On the night of Scott’s turning, you had been at home, working on an art piece. Your phone lit up from a text from Stiles, urging you to open your window.

- This lanky guy fell through said window, mind racing as he relayed everything they had seen.

- You sat and listened to him for most of the night. His ramblings were usually ignored or met with some resistance from others, but never you.

- When Scott’s turning began to bring the supernatural to light in Beacon Hills, your own powers began to surface.

- You had been sitting in English class, mindlessly doodling while trying your best to stay focused. Stiles and Scott sat behind you, whispering about their crazy nights, and what to do about Derek.

- Your eyes began to burn, your head pounding. Everyone in the room is silent, but you can hear voices across the campus in your mind.

- Stiles notices. Of course he does, he knows everything about you. His hand reaches forward to touch your shoulder, calling your name softly.

- Before he can touch you, you let out a pained cry, the entire class turning to stare.

- Both the boys stand up and quickly rush you out of the room, Scott trying his best to let the teacher know that you’re going to the nurse.

- They bring you to the locker rooms, your hands gripping your hair as you continue to hear the innermost thoughts of the teens of Beacon Hills.

- Stiles places you on the ground, turning to Scott and asking him to call his mom.

- The poor boy is terrified, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

- “Come on, Sparks. Talk to me.”

- The nickname came from the time you almost lit your picnic blanket on fire, trying to light candles for a nighttime picnic with them both.

- You stare at him, trying desperately to hear him.

- “S-Stiles..”

- “I’m right here, promise.”

- You try to count the moles on his face, not that you needed to. You knew the number.

- When his voice entered your mind, it was soft, almost like a wave crashing over you.

- Please be okay, please be okay, i’m here, i’m here Y/N, you’re gonna be okay..

- Hearing the panic rising in his mind, your reached out and gripped his hand, tugging him to sit next to you.

- The boy flailed alittle, before wrapping you in his arms and rocking you slowly.

- When you began to hear less and less, you started explaining what had happened, your eyes trying to focus on his.

- “What the hell is going on, Stiles..”

- He held your face gently, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.

- “I promise you, I will help you figure it out. You’ve got me, and Scott, and we’re gonna be right here.”

- You leaned into his touch before burying your head into his neck, breathing in his cologne and gripping his flannel.

- If you could have seen his face, you’d see how unbelievably excited he was to have you cuddled up with him, his hands shaking lightly as he rubbed your back.

- Whatever journey you were going to go on, he would be with you all the way.

I hope you enjoyed, if you want me to continue this please let me know!

[awarnin]

NSFW Alphabet | DYLAN MINNETTE HEADCANONS

warning: NSFW content (obvs lol), chocking.

author's note: my first time writing smut FUCK. please be kind, constructive criticism is welcome. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 my inbox is open if you have a request or want to chat!

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a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dylan will take care of you always, during and after sex. He will pick you up and carry you to the shower, gently wash your hair making you feel comfortable and loved. He likes to make sure you’re okay.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He LOVES your hips. He loves being able to grab them and pull you towards him to feel your bodies collide. He does it everywhere, in private, when you’re talking to someone, when you’re distracted. A discreet act but sexy enough to turn you both on. As for himself, he’s been working on his arms lately and is very comfortable with the results. He knows you like them, and he likes that.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum on your stomach, seeing you lying there, defeated and with your puppy eyes waiting for him makes him give himself to you with such fervor. Plus, he'll always make sure you cum before him.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I dare say he's always had the fantasy of cuckolding. The idea of seeing you with another man turns him on a lot.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Experienced enough to know what he's doing, but he'll always ask you what you like and if you're comfortable with what he's doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWBOY. He really loves your hips, being able to hold you while watching you take control and make him cum is the best thing that can happen to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He'll make a few comments that will make you laugh so you don't lose track, but most of the time he'll focus on making you roll your eyes.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As you like. He'll keep it the way you prefer it and makes it more comfortable for you.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dylan won't get tired of giving you kisses on the neck, and whispering how much he loves you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's something he enjoys doing, whether you're there or not. It's something he does often and he loves doing it in places where he knows you'll catch him.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking kink: He likes you to choke him, Dylan is a multi-dynamic person, be clear about that.

Daddy kink: When he's in control, he loves you calling him that, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job.

Threesomes: Not necessarily a fetish but it's definitely something he likes to experiment with you, of course, if you want.

Praise kink: He likes to flatter you, compliment your figure and tell you to say it by doing well, he likes to receive the same.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a very closed person when it comes to having sex: your bedroom, the shower or the living room.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said before, your hips. God, he loves them so much. Also watching you wear his clothes or play his guitar.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Public sex. It’s a no, no negotiation.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He loves feeling your legs getting stiffer and more stiffer around his neck, it gives him enormous satisfaction knowing that only his tongue can make you come that way. He loves tasting your juices. He also adores to see you on your knees ready to give it your all just to make him feel good, what can I say, he has a big ego.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s the sensual type, he likes to take his time with you and make you feel great, plus he doesn't want to hurt you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, he doesn't like to take risks when it comes to outsiders that you aren't sexually involved with at the time. Sex is an intimate experience and he believes it should be treated as one.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 on a good day, most of the time 2.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He really enjoys using them on you, especially vibrators, he feels it adds a little extra spark to the moment. On himself, he's not into it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you too much, enough that you're already so down before you even start.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quite a talkative person during sex, he likes to whisper dirty words in your ear during the act, he'll let out a few little moans here and there.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to use handcuffs sometimes, it doesn't matter on which one of you, he just enjoys using them. He enjoys having you on top of him while he's being subdued by you without being able to escape. He loves you doing whatever you want with him without him being able to interrupt. When he's in the mood, he'll return the favor.

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's a little bit above average, kind of 6-6.5 inches, kind of thin but really good.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty normal, he enjoys sex with you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would rather spend some time talking to you before going to sleep, he likes to take care of you afterwards and make sure you are okay.

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[obriengf]

I just know for a fact that while Stiles is still majorly crushing on his girl best friend, he continuously pokes her just to annoy the fuck out of her and get a reaction (even if it's very negative, anything counts), but deep down, he also really enjoys any physical contact, no matter how much or how little. I JUST LOVE THAT SILLY LITTLE GUY

PLEASE OKAY, this is going to be a whole thing now ~ i also literally took this way off book and just kept writing but please i agree 10000000% with your idea, clearly! also didn't expect to get an 18+ warning here but the last paragraph is not for minors!

it doesn't help that this beautiful specimen has too much energy; he is constantly moving, and the need to touch and feel becomes a necessity once he finds himself absentmindedly gravitating closer to you at every minuscule opportunity. and to an extent... you know that it is his language of needing comfort, a silent plea for grounding; so you allow the way his shoulder or thigh sits against yours at the lunch table, or how he steadies himself with his hand on your shoulder as he reverses the jeep. at the cinema, you even reached out to hold his hand when you noticed how he fidgeted with a fraying piece of string from the hem of his lacrosse hoodie.

you gave stiles comfort, and the schoolboy crush he had developed since he was fourteen only grew more rapidly. with this comfort came confidence - and his hands, or any part of his body, always found a way to be near you. he remembers clearly when the wind had been wild during one night of a lacrosse game, he watched as you pulled your coat closer to your shivering frame, but he focused more on tucking loose strands of hair back and away from your face. stiles' knuckles were so delicate as they caressed the velvet skin of your cheek as they rose from your smile and he knew in that moment that he never wanted to be apart from you again.

stiles so easily gains happiness from the small squeal you make as his fingers jab gently into your sides - how you'd jump, squirm, laugh at the ticklish sensation that shook your frame and he adored the sound. to no end. it was a reaction that fuelled him but even when the moment drew an annoyed sigh or slap away of his hands, he kept going - absorbing your energy, hearing your voice, feeling your hand against the sensitivity of his skin is what made his heart swell more for you.

when you hug him - man, he can hear angels sing, he can feel his body ignite with warmth as his blood courses with a shot of serotonin that would last hours. stiles would react immediately as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling your body close to his, his nose gently nuzzling against your temple. he would never feel more content than in these fleeting moments of an over-loving heart that brought butterflies alive within his chest. these were moments of pure happiness.

then, you had moments of pure angst. ones that caused his eyes to sting, and his heart to act in a completely different way - it would ache, a heaviness that clenched and twisted, that left the boy in pain. your fists were balled as they pounded at his chest, the sound of your cries piercing through his ears as he felt each fist clash with much more dismay than he thought possible. an argument, a fight, a case of miscommunication and anguish that led to two souls falling apart. stiles let you go as he stood still and your hands continued to push and pull at his chest, until he felt scared... he would do anything for you, even if it meant that he would break, but the possibility of losing you was much worse. so he would grab your wrists gently, enough to stop you as he peered into your watery eyes. he was on the verge of tears himself before he pulled you to him as close as humanly possible and he held you. tight. until the cries ceased, and your trembling arms held him back.

it was straight out of a romantic comedy the first time he kissed you. stopping you in the middle of talking, his willpower to control himself slowly sinking away until he thought 'fuck it'. you were shining so bright, epitomising the sun and he loved it. he leaned across the small space between you both as you sat in the jeep, his hands grabbing at your cheeks as his lips pressed to yours. he was so gentle with you, as if one ounce of roughness would break your delicate composure. you were gorgeous, porcelain fragility in the palm of his hands and he wanted to treat you so well, so right. the prodding of one's tongue, a moment in which was so whimsical neither could remember who initiated it, however, it was a moment indeed that sealed every emotion that was bubbling within the boy. the depth and caressing, the dance of tongues and harmonious rhythm as you both moved... it was his favourite touch, by far.

stiles felt both at ease and completely on edge when he was inside of you. a strange concoction of a racing heart that was utterly peaceful, the sensation of running a marathon and taking a well-earned deep breath, melting from a fiery heat whilst also chasing cooling tranquillity. the way you hugged every vein and ridge as he plummeted into you, over and over again, was a dizzying effect. his fingers digging into your exposed skin as he held you so close - one unit moving together over plaid bedsheets, friction burning against his skin as you soothed it with wandering hands that covered every inch of him without fault. his lips dragged lazily as he panted, your neck, your chest, your lips, swelling with purple-pink hues. nothing could beat the feeling of having you fall so beautifully apart around him.

stiles stilinski's love language is touch, abso-fucking-lutely.

[mysticallystilinski]

Can we get more high stiles content? Also love your work its genuinely makes my day 🫶🫶

faded on the beach

stiles stilinski x fem!reader

content : p n v sexual intercourse, no protection, underage (below 21) intoxication, public sex, slightly experienced stiles stoner

lav speaks: < hi! thank you much for loving my work; you’re too sweet! request as much as you want! more 🍃 stiles content ahead >

masterlist + taglist

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lying on the blanket, you turned to face stiles as he applied his sunscreen to himself. he began to struggle as his back was the section needing lotion. stiles, baby, do you need help?, you giggled. no — i’m good, he grunted. it was funny to see him struggle at such a simple task.

ignoring his stubbornness, you dug in your bag for your weed. pulling out the blunt, and lighter, you placed both upon the towel. stiles eyes directed to the items on the ground, and slowly moved his eyes from there to yours.

are you thinking what i’m thinking?, he questioned.

you already know it. from then on, you took the blunt in your fingers, and slowly began to rotate it while evenly lighting the end. stiles eyes burned into your body as you burned the fire into the tip. he couldn’t deny it, stiles would fuck you anywhere he would if he could. the swim suit already left an impression on him as soon as you walked out of the house.

hey, y/n, when you’re done with that do you need me to help you with your sunscreen, he smirked. you couldn’t see his demeanor, but practically felt it pulse into you after those words came out of him. “yes stiles, only if you don’t mind”.

the tip was lit, and ready to be smoked. you shifted the weed from your position to your open lips, and took a long rip. it wasn’t your first time getting high, so you knew how much you could handle. stiles, on the other hand, could not really handle his weed.

after taking a few more hits, you handed the wood to stiles. without hesitation, he grabbed it from your fingers and took a puff.

stiles started to cough, all while not being able to handle the sensation in his lungs. god damn’ it, he managed to choke out. you giggled as your breathing started to become staggered. the feeling was a little hazey, but would soon intensify.

do you wanna take another? he offered. you slyly nodded as he passed the blunt back over into your direction. taking another hit, you locked eyes with stiles. an idea popped into your head.

you sat up onto your knees, and motioned for stiles to sit in front of you. stiles gave you a look of confusion before you filled your mouth with smoke and connected your lips together. blowing the smoke into his mouth, he pulled you closer.

stiles inhaled most of the sweet mixture of your lips and the weed, and delved into the kiss. pulling you onto his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, being careful not to drop the blunt. he pulled away to exhale, almost immediately out of breath.

god — you taste so good y/n

you blushed, stiles could make you feel that way with a snap of his fingers. those fingers have made you feel good so many times. let’s make it once more. you tugged upon stiles hair, interlocking your fingers within it with one hand.

you threw the roach upon the ground and placed the other hand on his back. your fingers traced circles, lines, anything you could think of all while he was thinking of fucking you. stiles mind was filled with thoughts of taking you right there on the beach. so why wouldn’t he?

stiles hand made his way from your back, to the hem of your swim suit bottoms. sti, stop teasing please, you groaned out. your head was already pounding with thoughts and waves of pleasure. you felt stiles long fingers make his way under the lace of the fabric, and quickly find your throbbing clit.

he didn’t hesitate.

the boy began to slowly rub his way through your folds, finding all the perfect spots in all the right places. you couldn’t tell if it was the intoxication, or just his fingers that made it this pleasurable. does it feel good? he slurred. you moaned out in a giggly response, giving a quick answer.

while delving through your folds, stiles took his other hand and brought it upon your chin. look at me baby. his eyes were low, and so were yours. it almost seemed as though they were glowing a passionate red. seeing the expression from your pleasure made stiles smirk. he got horny quickly, a bulge appearing through his swim trunks.

you know, you make me feel so good y/n, stiles groaned as he stuck a finger into you. blissfully aware, this caused your high to heighten. your mind was boggling from the fingers deep inside your pussy, plus the weed making it’s way into your system. please just fuck me already stiles.

stiles thought you looked so cute begging for his cock right then and there. you couldn’t tell from your eyes being closed in pleasure, but stiles was staring at every inch of you. your clothed tits, your beautiful body, your gorgeous face. he loved absolutely everything about you.

sticking another finger in you, stiles began to go faster as you continued begging him to fuck you. please, please, please, you repeatedly whimpered. abruptly, stiles removed both fingers from your soaked heat. tilting your head in confusion, you were about to protest until you saw stiles pumping his cock through his shorts.

baby — can i help you with that?, you pleaded. stiles eyes met yours as he slowly tilted his head back with his mouth open. incoherent moans slipped out of his mouth just before you decided to help him out. you moved closer to him, and pulled the slip of your bottoms off to the side.

aligning yourself with his dick, you slowly lowered down. a gasp came out from both of your mouths. stiles was still inaudible as the high kicked up a notch, and you couldn’t believe the blissful feeling. stiles was making you so slap-happy to the point of no return.

stiles grabbed the sides of your hips with his hands. knuckles white, he bounced you up and down on his cock. it was a mutual feeling of success and attraction. you couldn’t get enough of eachother. your eyes flickered from the back of your head, to make contact with his. to your surprise, he was already staring at you.

mouth open, heavy breathing, stiles was a moaning mess. the way you clenched around his cock made him closer than he ever was before. he was as deep as he could get, trying to fit all of himself inside of you. he swore he could see stars floating around your body – or maybe that was just the drugs.

i’m gonna cum stiles, you whimpered. his eyes pierced almost into your skull as you said those words. igniting a flame inside him, he proceeded to go deeper and faster. not to mention the pleasure on his end was incredible. he felt a wetness quickly approaching his covered cock as you covered your mouth to stifle your moans.

let me hear you princess.

you cried louder and louder. your eyes felt heavy as he practically pounded into you. you felt him release shortly after your orgasm was finished. streams of cum filled inside your pussy. feeling filled to the brim, you got off of stiles in a stupor.

your high slowly faded as you were placed on the blanket by stiles. he covered you up with a clean towel, and proceeded to start to pack up. stopping in his tracks, he asked:

so – do you still need that sunscreen put on?

[uhhhj13iguess]

high stiles headcanon:

stiles x reader thoughts

just want to smoke a joint with this pretty boy

masterlist

you would introduce weed to him one day in high school, saying you got it from danny or whoever and suggesting it as a way to calm down and take a break from everything going on around them

he would cough like a bitch at the first hit and definitely be one to pull a "I don't think I feel anything" and then sit in silence for a few minutes just to start giggling to himself

"what?" "oh, did I not say my joke out loud?" "no" "oh. i don't remember it"

it would become a secret little ritual for the two of you when you needed a break from reality, stiles looking forward to the alone time with you

stiles would be so quick to get paranoid at literally any noise or shadow he encountered

"what was that" "stiles, that was me sitting on the couch next to you" "oh"

which is funny, because he would also love to put on horror movies and curl up with you on the couch, jumping so hard at times that the popcorn would go flying

you two would get really into your adventures, wandering the woods and looking for clues to whatever was currently going on in the town

of course, that would be until he heard a branch snap (of his own doing, obviously) and called it quits

you would go on walks for hours, passing a joint between the two of you and pointing out different constellations and him telling you the different stories

firm believer he would get really into pranking scott when you were out of these walks, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to ding dong ditch scotts house and run away cackling

"stiles, I'm going to call your dad!" "shit, go go go!"

he would get insane munchies, trashing the kitchen while making the wildest new concoctions and having you blindfold taste test them

he would also then lay on the couch and groan, complaining about how full he was

"I don't think I can ever eat again" "ditto" "... do we still have any oreos"

he would get so horny

I think the rush and feeling of getting high would get him so hard, and he'd have to will himself not to stare at you and drool

getting high would scramble his adhd riddled mind even more, causing him to jump from one thought to another at a more intense rate than normal

it would be his downfall

one night, both on his door steps and a joint in hand, he'd start rambling about something and get distracted by how you looked in the moonlight, shifting his rant to how much he liked you. he would get lost, absolutely going on about everything about you that was amazing to him

you'd stare back at him, just in awe as he spoke, and one thing would lead to another and you'd kiss him, thankful for the haze of the weed leaving you feeling bolder

after that, you guys would smoke and make out for hours, absolutely focused on how your lips felt against each other, and the buzz that radiated throughout your whole body

stiles had never been so happy to do drugs

[fandom-skellyweirdo-jumper]

Lumon industies (and/or Milchick) probably has all sorts of crazy ass cult company reasons for hiring a child, but I fully believe the main motivation for hiring Miss Huang was to discourage innie violence against supervisors.

Since, you know, Dylan G had no reservations and regrets over biting Milchick (and tearing through skin).

Not to say that her being a child would prevent everyone from dropkicking her one way or another to reach freedom *cough* Helly *cough* but hey gotta give it to the Evil Corporation for coming up with a pretty solid plan. It would've gotten me.

[putridpackingtown]

god finally sure you’re getting Mac tonight headcanons

has a lot of pretty bad addictions

unlabeled sexuality just horny

look closely into his pupils and you can see stars

Sensitive to light and a lot of different textures

too many exes

Vodka at the casino is his guilty pleasure

Kinda hates being alive but wants to live forever

only reason the government isn’t cutting him apart and researching him is because of his social status

Wears drag every Friday night

honestly has no clue why he’s so good on the piano

can hardly stop himself from doing stupid little gestures or singing or cooing or making other precious little sounds when he’s happy (cannot hide stimming to save his own life)

himbo twink hybrid

will act like a big sexy crooner man who doesn’t fuck around but cries to ethereal sounding love songs when nobody’s there

house is big as fuck and he has no clue what to even do with it so he just lets his hookers live there

Rarely cooks for himself

high metabolism

uncomfortably sharp teeth

eyes can glow

paints nails and has too many piercings (never even wears any legit getting them because he can)

probably wearing glittery lingerie under his suit at any given moment

smells like probably cigarettes, takeout, and whiskey on a good day (smells fucking awful all the time mac please you need to take care of yourself)

if you can’t already tell he isn’t very stable when he isn’t having fun or distracted

thinks about biting the paparazzi all the damn time

hates being yelled at or getting into trouble

actually a total sweetheart when he isn’t absolutely miserable

[soulofapatrick]

Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader 

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to. 

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin. 

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming. 

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him? 

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates. 

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him. 

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. 

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me. 

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us? 

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen. 

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present. 

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued. 

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring. 

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory. 

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement. 

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me. 

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine. 

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him. 

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown. 

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard. 

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us. 

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer. 

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable. 

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together. 

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. 

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden. 

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away. 

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged. 

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending. 

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory. 

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream. 

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing. 

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires. 

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection. 

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions. 

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words. 

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads. 

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me. 

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge. 

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him. 

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs. 

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head. 

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes. 

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

Teen Wolf Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[heartfullofleeches]

I actually have a ask about Dylan I know it's probably standard but I imagine them like in college because you describe them as a fuck boy and that's where the fuck boys live in my brain I guess. Anyways what would Dylan be like with a very like nerdy doesn't really go to parties type reader it's a very standard dynamic but I'm down bad for it every time also love your writing!🩷

"Fuckgirl" Yan + Nerd Reader

"I for one think it's great you don't go to parties."

"Mhm..." Flipping through the pages of your text book, you pretend not to notice as her hand clamps around your shoulder - kneading the tense knots.

"You're always home when I need you most. And trust me, I can never get enough. Ever thought about giving me a key to your place?"

"Hasn't crossed my mind before." If she desired your companionship as she claimed, you would appreciate a spot in your own bed. Following her last visit, you have reason to believe she hogs your mattress in order to raid your dresser, but you have yet to call her out on it. To this day, you morn the loss of your favorite pen.

"People like me- They'd eat you alive. A cute homebody like yourself. Smart too. Bet you're glad to have me watching your back."

You couldn't complain. On one hand, there was a significant drop in people pulling you aside for study lessons where you did majority of the work. On the other, there was her.

"Dylan?"

Propping herself up on her elbows, she nods in your direction. "Yeah?"

"I will turn a blind eye to you raiding my drawers if you grant me twenty minutes to study in silence.

"... You got yourself a deal."

[galactic-magick]

Some Severance Characters x Reader Headcanons

(Mostly platonic, a few romantic in italics)

I noticed there is literally zero Severance fandom self-insert content so I decided to do my duty and fix that. Call me cringe idc, I just want to imagine myself hanging out with these characters I’ve fallen in love with!

Helly R

You and Helly together would certainly be a force to be reckoned with

You help each other come up with escape plans, all of which unfortunately fail or Mark shuts down before you even try them

Despite the failures and hopelessness, though, she’d find a lot of joy hanging out with you

She would try to sneak into the elevator at the same time as you after work so your outies could meet

If your relationship becomes romantic, she would love kissing you at the most inappropriate times. Mostly because she just likes kissing you, but also because she knows someone is always watching and wants to piss off management lol

Mark S

Mark didn’t think he could ever have another best friend after Petey, but you prove him wrong

You make him laugh and smile, even on the days he comes in looking sad and hungover

He can never remember why, of course, but you’re there for him either way. You both just have to make peace with the fact his outie is going through some shit you’ll never know about

He’d be very sweet with you as he’s training you, he knows how weird being a new hire can be so he’s very gentle with you and Helly when you start

I think he’d be a slow burn office romance kinda guy, so if you do end up advancing your relationship, he will definitely not be the one making the first move. If you like him you’re just going to straight up tell him lol he will not get it otherwise

Dylan

Your relationship with Dylan is mainly competition and messing with each other

You’ll steal his finger traps when he’s not looking and sabotage/distract him from work so you win more prizes than him

Your teasing of each other is both extremely annoying and endearing for your other coworkers

You like to hang out and chat with him by the vending machines, getting excited whenever a new snack is added

Irving

Irving would be surprised that a fifth person is joining MDR, but he soon finds the more the merrier

He likes that with an additional person the work gets done faster and the quarterly quotas are less stressful

If you’ll indulge him, he likes taking you on walks and field trips and yapping about Eagan history

Sometimes you help him out by standing watch while he takes a nap in the supply closet lol. Let this man take a snooze fr

Harmony

A friendship or relationship with Harmony would probably go similarly to how she treated Mark, let’s be real

She’d be a little obsessed with you in her own weird way, and she’d pursue your outie as well if possible

If you manage to get past her cold exterior, I honestly think she could be very caring to someone she actually cares about. As long as you don’t get in the way of her and Kier lol

Mr. Milchick AKA Milkshake

This guys can be very scary and unsettling, but if you don’t mind that? He would be so fucking fun to hang out with

I think he can sing as well as he dances. You catch him humming and singing little tunes sometimes

Since he’s not severed, he’d sometimes accidentally slip things about your outie, since he knows both versions of you

He would resist any affection towards you, but inevitably a flirty comment would come out and you’d just stare at him in shock

Natalie

As the spokesperson for the Lumon Board, Natalie really isn’t supposed to have relationships with coworkers, especially not severed ones

But whenever she’s 99% sure they’re not listening, she likes to spend time chatting with you

You’re fascinating to her, and if you get close enough she might even start seeing you as a real person

Ms Casey

You’re her favorite client by far, and seeing you on her schedule always brings a smile to her face

You’d fake not feeling well a LOT just so you can have more wellness sessions with her

On the rare occasion she gets to leave the wellness office, she loves hanging out with you in MDR

If anything she reads about your outie involves love, she gets a bit jealous, knowing she’ll probably never get to experience it with either version of you

[rockrosethistle]

happy autism acceptance month specifically to these legends

[eternallyconscious]

I’m weak

[obriengf]

How would stiles be around reader who has like a resting bitch face, but when they smile it’s like another whole person

please send me some dylan characters and headcanons! TEMPORARILY CLOSED

stiles: he knew what it would look like; your facial expressions could give off a bad vibe to anyone who didn't know you, you always looked angry, or depressed, actually... a combination of both. people were scared that if they said the wrong thing, then you'd bite their heads off. it wasn't purposeful, that's just your neutral expression. you didn't feel the anger they thought you carried heavily, nor were you truly anything but the epitome of sunshine.

stiles saw this when you smiled. it lit up his darkened world and brought such happiness into his life. he could've sworn angels sung, and when he told you that, you couldn't help but let out the sweetest laugh he'd ever heard. you weren't a part of the pack necessarily, but that just gave him plenty of opportunities to observe you from afar.

he would see your resting face as you studied in the library - many people didn't feel comfortable sitting at your table - but when he wandered over, you smiled immediately the second he caught your eye, and he wouldn't dream of being anywhere else.

once his friends asked him what the secret was; how did you go from one extreme to the next? and what he said back was simple, "you don't know them like i do". and it was true. not many people took the opportunity to talk to you if they weren't your friend already, as if you were the "high school mean girl". but you were the total opposite.

stiles knew you. he saw you. and he admired you.