#isaac x chris

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 1

[cbsghostsdaily]

GHOSTS | Nigel, 3x07 vs 4x07

[clarkeyshill]

three peaks challenge

arthur hill x fem reader

summary: you’re a production member for chris and stay back with arthur during the three peaks challenge.

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Being a part of Chris' production was typically really fun for you, I mean you got to spend hours at a time with your friends just laughing and making jokes the entire day. It was good, until you’re forced to hike the three tallest mountains in the UK within 24 hours.

You stood with the boys checking the settings on the camera as everyone took a drink and food break. You shifted your weight onto your left leg stumbling back slightly into Arthur Hill, “Shit, sorry.” You muttered, as his hand caught your waist from his seated position.

“Careful.” He laughed, making your cheeks burn at the feeling of his hand on the bare skin of your hip. He shifted over on the rock tapping the space next him which you accepted gratefully.

You placed the camera on your lap as you tilted your head back letting out a exhausted huff. You reached into your backpack pulling out your water bottle gulping it down quickly not noticing Arthur’s fixed gaze on you.

Chris’ laugh echoed through the mountain making your head turn to him noticing he was already looking back at you, “what?”

He shook his head, “nothing, nothing.”

You rolled your eyes slumping your shoulders, “who let me agree to do this?” You groaned, “I hate that short man.”

Arthur laughed at your angered tone, “don’t we both.”

You laid your head on your hand looking up at Arthur with an amused smile, “At least we can be haters together.”

“Ain’t that true.”

George patted Arthur’s back, “Stop flirting you two, we have a mountain to hike.” He teased making Arthur turn redder than he already was and you pressed record on the camera pointing it towards the boys as they started their ascent.

“Oh no,” you gasped, looking down at the camera in your hands that now had lines across the screen, “Chris?” You called out for your longtime friend and boss.

He whipped his head around looking at your concerned face, “What’s wrong?” He asked, almost panicked as he made his way down to you and Arthur stopped slightly ahead of you both watching the scene.

“The camera’s not working.” You told him, showing him the screen, “I don’t know what happened, it was literally fine a minute ago.”

Chris shook his head noticing the way your voice shook as you tried to explain it, “Hey, hey its okay. It’s probably just overworked, its one of the older cameras anyways.”

You nodded fighting back your tears that were threatening to fall, “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Don’t apologise.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders pulling you into a comforting hug, “lets finish this mountain yeah?”

You nodded turning off the camera completely taking in a deep breath before continuing on up the peak.

Once you reached Arthur, who has waited for you, he offered you a smile which you returned, “Everything okay?”

“The cameras fucked.” You told him and he hummed, “so now I’m just being paid to climb three mountains.”

“At least your getting paid to do this shit.”

You let out a laugh making Arthur’s eyes soften as he looked down at you. His eyes flicker over your appearance and the way you were practically glowing with the sun behind you.

In the distance, George and Chris were not so subtly watching the pair of you as you interacted. Noting the brushes of hands and the lingering eye contact, or the longing stares when the other wasn’t looking.

Finally, you had reached the top of the first peak. You stood at the edge of the cliff, admiring the fogged view that was quite underwhelming but you felt calm.

“It’s so peaceful up here.” You said, turning back to the boys, who all hummed in agreement as they took in the moment.

You glanced over at Arthur Hill, who was looking down at his phone with a soft smile dancing over his lips and you frowned slightly.

“Let’s get going guys!” You called out, ready to make the descent back to the van.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows watching as you quickly scattered away. He glanced over at George and ArthurTV, who both shrugged, before looking at Arthur Hill, who was just watching the girl walk off.

“Let’s go before she gets herself killed, yeah?” Harry stated and the boys nodded, following after you.

“Everything okay?” Chris asked as you both hung back from the group, who stupidly followed Harry who lead them away from the path.

You nodded wrapping your arms around yourself plastering on a smile, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

You and Chris had known each other for years due to being close with his sister when you were growing up which lead to you becoming like a second sister to him. This tended to mean that he knew you better than most other people and could pick all of your tell tale signs instantly.

“I don’t even know.” You shook your head, “it’s so unbelievably stupid.”

“Nothing is stupid.” He reassured you helping you down an uneasy path.

“I think I like Arthur,” you admitted, and Chris bit back his knowing smile, “And it’s stupid because I think he only sees me as a friend, and that’s fine but I feel dumb.”

Chris placed his hand on your shoulder rubbing it gently, “I can 100% tell you right now, you aren’t dumb. And I think you’ll be surprised at what Arthur would say if you told him.”

“Yeah?”

Chris nodded, “Yeah.”

Everyone clambered into the two minibuses, you climbed into the second one taking the window seat at the back. Once you had gotten comfy, Arthur Hill climbed in next to you giving you a smile making your breath catch in your throat.

“You okay?” He muttered, offering you the water that he was holding which you accepted gratefully as he situated himself in the seat next to you.

You nodded slightly handing the bottle back to him, “Just a little tired thats all.”

In response to that, Arthur slouched down in his seat shrugging his shoulder for you to lean on which you blushed at, internally thanking that it was dark outside.

You laid your head on his shoulder and he laid his head onto of yours. Your eyes slowly started to become heavy before you drifted off into uninterrupted sleep.

You stood with a unimpressed expression on your face with a hoodie draped over your form, practically engulfing your frame.

Arthur stood beside you with the same expression, “This man is about to lock in.” Chris said to the camera as he pointed at Arthur Hill.

“Better come back since,” He tried to retort before giving up with a shake of his head, “Fuck.” He grumbled making George and Chris chuckle softly.

“Oh, hasn’t started well.”

You moved next to Arthur leaning your head on his arm as you all waited for everything to be set up. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point living off of a minimum of 5 hours of sleep.

“I’m so tired.” You grumbled, looking over at Chris with a glare making him put his arms up in surrender, “this is your fault, hobbit boy.”

George cackled at your words clapping his hands as he did so.

“Shit.” Arthur muttered, from beside you shaking his leg slightly making you look up at him in concern.

You’re eyebrows knitted together as you placed your hand on his bicep, “What’s wrong?” You asked, “Do you wanna take a rest?”

Arthur huffed nodding limping over to the grass and you followed after him calling for Chris as you did so. You sat on the rock next to Arthur, who was putting all his stuff on the ground next to you.

“Do you wanna update the viewers on whats going on?” Chris asked making his way to the pair.

Arthur stood up straight, “it’s been a really embarrassing day for me. I thought my injury would be fine, it seems have cramped up a substantial amount.” He explained, looking over at Chris, who had a slight amused smirk on his face.

“I’m gonna pretend like I’m in a lord of the rings fairy tale and lie here, maybe die.” Arthur joked making you giggle and the camera panned down at you and so did Chris attention.

“And whats your reason for not doing this one?”

You tapped your chin in feigned wonder, “I don’t wanna spend more time with you.”

Arthur chuckled sitting on the ground in front of you and Chris let out a laugh placing his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt by your words.

“Well, have fun you two but not to much fun yeah.”

Arthur laid on the grass scrolling through his phone as you sat next to him with your back against the rock behind you and your feet draped over Arthurs lap.

Your head was against the rock with Arthur’s hoodie being used as a pillow as you watched the clouds float by, “that cloud looks like an elephant.” You said, bringing Arthur’s attention from his phone up to the sky.

A hum left his lips as he tilted his head slightly, “oh yeah.” He agreed dropping his phone to his chest and his hands along with it.

You glanced over at him, your eyes flickering across his face, “Arthur?”

“Yeah?” He replied, propping himself up on his elbows to face you.

You opened your mouth to say something but shook your head, “Nevermind, it’s not that important actually.”

The singer frowned sitting up fully placing his hands on your knees to pull you closer to him taking you by surprise, “Tell me.”

“It’s silly,” you whispered, refusing to tear your gaze from the ground as you picked at the grass around you.

Arthur lifted your chin pinching it softly between his thumb and pointer finger, “what’s wrong?”

“Would you ever maybe wanna go on a date sometime?” You blurted out trying to hide your flustered face as you buried it in your hands.

A bright smile broke out across Arthurs face at the question, “Shit, I wanted to ask you first.” He laughed, moving your hands from your face, “I’d happily go on a date with you.

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[delicioushottubpeanut]

Y'know when you start liking a dilf and see all these edits and then become jealous because they have liked them longer than you

[iliketopgun]

Y'all I gotta say something

Please remember this is my opinion!!

I can't stand when I'm looking for /reader stuff and I keep getting the use of "I", maybe I'm just being dramatic and pissy but I just cannot stand it when first person is used... I can't!

Anyways! I'm gonna go attempt to write

[riahreadz]

Okay ideal Teen Wolf fanfic pack Take 2! 🎬 Sterek✨️

If Derek is Alpha, then obviously Stiles is Pack Mom and Alpha Mate.

All the good fics have Peter as a good little wolf or at least relatively good to the Hale Pack whilst protecting them doing some dirty work as the Left Hand. Peter and Stiles, as best friends, 🤌🏼✨️ is just t it's golden. Derek honestly gets scared when they team up - he knows it'll never end well, especially if Erica is involved. Peter supplies Stiles with all the family heirloom books and artifacts or from his own personal collections.

Stiles just has a habit of collecting Hales, first Derek, then Peter, Cora, and even Malia.

And in the rarity that I read a fic where Ell isn't Stiles's son well Stiles took one look at the kid (maybe before he even knew Eli was Derek's) and filed him under Lost (Hale) PuppyTM Derek is particularly fond of Stiles's seemingly sixth sense when it comes to protecting the Hales. Despite also yelling at the younger man who can't get it through his thick skull that putting himself in the line of danger won't help Derek losing him anymore than losing another Hale.

Somewhere along the way, Peter gets back together with Chris cause, yes, they dated as teens with an unfortunate near 20-year pause due to the Argent/Hale shit show extravaganza. They are raising their teen/young adult daughters Allison and Malia as sisters - bonus points if Jackson and Malia are twins.

Now I can't for some reason ever really see Allison and Isaac being romantically involved after her death and resurrection. Usually, Stiles figures some way to bring her back,and going forward, she gets back with Scott, Issac becomes dependent on Chris as a father figure, so Allison and Issac are just good friends once she's back. OR he sees Derek as a brother or father figure kinda situation being the Alpha that originally turned him, and skips over the emotional attachment to Chris all together.

Malia and Kira make for an interesting side ship that I never saw coming but a cute addition lol

Boyd and Erica are mates, obviously. Erica is a little shit just like Stiles and especially teaming up with Stiles, but Boyd balances her crazy. Crazy fun that iS.

I do love a good fic with Cora being involved. The dynamic of her and Derek finding their footing once again as siblings just makes me super emotional, okay? Plus, Cora and Isaac make for a good couple/mates.

Given that I love a good bad friend Scott fic, Isaac has pulled away from following Scott like a lost puppy. His lost puppy status belongs to Cora or Derek, depending on whose good side he's trying to get on that day. But back to Scott - his main roll usually is to tear down Stiles or attempt to anyway. Usually, Allison is there to gather his wits back together and reel him back into being a good friend. I'im game with a good redemption arc for him, but it ain't required.

Lydia and Stiles make a good team, and she makes a damn good motivational ass kicker when Stiles needs one, which is usually at least once in every fic, let's be honest. She's either with Jackson or just a bad ass that doesn't need a partner to ground her. Jackson is still an asshole - it's why we love him. But he and Stiles develop a pretty decent friendship when they bond over healing from losing control from the Kanima and Void. He'd kill to protect Stiles. They all would. He's with Lydia, Danny, or Ethan.

Now we can't forget Sheriff Stilinski, rather his name is Noah or John, he's a big player in this pack. Despite being only human, he has a lot of sway when it comes to this rag-tag group of puppies and puppy adjacents. Derek and him make for a good team in the fics. Derek is a deputy. Or just the Sheriff adopting Derek as an unofficial Stilinski once he realizes his son won't ever let go of the Hales but especially one Derek Hale - plus it's easier to expain to his across-the-street-neighbor that Derek is family rather than filter through the panicked 911 calls of astrange man in a black leather jacket climbing once again through his son's bedroom window. Cause the Hales don't know how to use front doors - a trait they passed along to the whole pack like a worst kept secret family tradition.

Oh, and it's recently been brought to my attention that the Sheriff is in a secret relationship with his deputy Jordan and eventually gets exposed by Stiles seeing them on a date. Bonus points if it turns into a double date. Didn't know I needed this one until I needed it. However, I'm down for seeing him with Melissa or even a thropple with Chris and Peter. If he's with Melissa, then Scott has to have a redemption arc, or he was the good best friend/step brother all along.

And last but certainly not least, Eli Hale or shall I say Eli Stilinski-Hale or Hale-Stilinski? Doesn't matter as long as we all can agree that Elis Stiles's son. l'm not picky on whether it's adoption, mpreg, or Stiles and Derek got together after Eliwas born. Stiles. Is. Eli's. Father.

If some of this seems repeated from my Steter Ideal Pack - well, that's cause it is, lol. I wrote this first but finished Steter before Sterek. I'll probably rewrite this cause it's rushed, but I need to get it out to link for my Secret Santa in the Sterek Exchange.

✋️🛑 Now, all of this is just my personal preference on fics I've read. A lot of these obviously stray from the actual character on the show but 🤷🏻‍♀️ show canon meet 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 one person's fanfic canon. All respect and rights for the cast and crew in bringing these characters to life, though. Also, I'm not saying that I won't read fics that don't include this stuff - like I've mentioned just some stuff I've read over the years and liked. ✋️🛑

[whereforarthur]

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

Pairing: ItalianBach x Gf!reader x ArthurTv

Summary: Having had a threesome the night before leads to an interesting and revealing podcast episode, leading their friends to question what truly happened?

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: PG-13

Category: Fluff with implied smut and teasing

*****

“A love triangle is a threesome delayed.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The next day, you found yourself in the podcast studio with Isaac and Arthur, the memory of the night before playing like a sexy highlight reel in your mind. You couldn't help but blush as you thought about the things you'd done, the things you'd let them do to you. The tension between you was palpable, an invisible thread of desire that no one else could see.

Isaac leaned into the microphone, his voice smooth and professional. "Welcome back to 'The Bach and Arthur Podcast', today we dive into the wild world of fanfiction, smut and imagines that will make you scream minus the s." He glanced at you with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We've stumbled upon some… interesting fanfics, to say the least."

Your cheeks flushed at his not-so-subtle nod to last night's escapades. Arthur, rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Interesting indeed," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt a thrill run through you, knowing what that really meant.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, the tension in your chest unbearable. "You guys really read all the ones I found?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. Arthur's hand found yours under the table, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Well, not all of them," Isaac admitted with a chuckle. "But enough to get an idea." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned closer to the microphone. "And let me tell you, some of those writers have wild imaginations."

Arthur coughed, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "I, uh, didn't read all of them," he said, averting his gaze. "Some of them were…pretty intense."

You leaned over, whispering in his ear, "Don't be shy, Arthur. They were all about you."

Arthur's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "I know," he murmured back, his voice barely audible. "It's just…it's a lot to take in."

Isaac’s laughter was low and knowing, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're telling me," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. "Some of those scenarios were…inventive, to say the least." He cleared his throat, his gaze shifting back to the microphone. "But hey, if it gets the fans excited, I'm all for it."

Arthur shot Isaac a look that was half embarrassed, half annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile. "Guys," he started, his voice thick with good-natured protest, "you're making it sound like we're some kind of…"

"Smut kings?" Isaac supplied, his voice filled with a low chuckle. "Well, I suppose we are, in a way." He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But let's be honest, we couldn't do it without the imagination of our wonderful fans. So, to all of you who've written those steamy stories about us, we just want to say…" He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you."

"We really do appreciate it," you added, trying to keep your voice light and breezy despite the heat that was still simmering in your core.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long. "Yes, especially when it leads to…let's call them 'inspired' nights." He winked at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "You know, we should thank you for finding those fanfics," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "They really got our creative juices flowing, if you know what I mean."

Arthur's blush deepened, his eyes flicking to yours before darting away again. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, knowing that the reality was far better than any fanfic could ever capture.

You couldn't help but smile at the memory, the heat from last night's tryst still lingering in the air between you. "Well, I'm always happy to do my part for the podcast," you replied, your voice a soft purr. "And for our dedicated fanbase."

Isaac leaned over, kissing you softly on the cheek, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. "You're incredible."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of pride that you'd been able to push past your own boundaries and give into your desires. "Thank you," you murmured, looking up at him with a shy smile. "It was… an experience I'll never forget."

Isaac, ever the tease, leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with amusement. "So, which ones are we going to talk about today?" He looked at you expectantly, his voice dropping a notch. "I'm sure our dear audience is dying to know."

You bit your lip, trying to keep the smirk from your face as you handed him a printed stack of papers. "Why don't you start with 'Submissive ArthurTv Smut'?" you suggested, your voice a low purr.

Isaac's eyes lit up with excitement as he scanned the title. He cleared his throat dramatically before beginning to read, "Arthur looked so gone with each bounce, his chest rising and falling so dramatically with each breath, his eyes half lidded and completely dumbified, the way his lips twitched slightly as though he needed to say something but couldn't between all his high whimpers and moans which had you racing towards your climax."

Arthur's cheeks turned a shade of red that could only be rivaled by a ripe tomato. His eyes remained glued to his lap, his free hand fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. You could almost feel the heat radiating off of him, his embarrassment palpable. But it was the memory of those whimpers, those desperate, needy sounds that you had coaxed from him the night before, that had you squirming in your seat.

"And in this one," Isaac continued, his voice thick with amusement, "Arthur is being…shall we say, quite vocal." He cleared his throat again, his eyes gleaming as he read, "Arthur's cries grew louder, his voice hoarse from begging, his body shaking uncontrollably."

"Okay, okay," Arthur interrupted, his voice a little too high-pitched. "I think we've had enough of that one." He coughed, trying to regain his composure. "Let's, uh, let's move on."

Isaac chuckled, setting the paper aside with a smirk. "Alright, Arthur, don't get too shy on us."

You couldn't help but giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all over again. Here you were, in a podcast studio, talking about fanfics that had gotten you so hot and bothered that you'd ended up in a threesome with your boyfriend and his best friend. You glanced at Arthur, who was still blushing furiously, and gave his hand a squeeze.

*****

"Alright, alright," you said, shuffling through the papers. "Let's go with 'The Unexpected Threesome'." Arthur's eyes shot up to meet yours, a silent plea for mercy. But you just smirked, knowing how much he enjoyed the real thing.

Isaac leaned in, his voice taking on a dramatic tone as he began to read. "Arthur and I were just hanging out, watching TV, when suddenly…" He paused for effect, letting the anticipation build. "You walked in wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered your gorgeous body."

You felt your heart race as he recounted the fictional version of last night's events. The room seemed to get hotter with every word, and you had to resist the urge to fan yourself with the papers. Arthur's hand inching towards yours, was now trembling slightly, and you knew he was fighting the same battle as you were.

"And before we knew it," Isaac went on, his eyes never leaving the page, "we were all tangled up in the sheets, exploring each other's bodies like it was the last night on Earth."

The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo and unspoken truth. The room felt smaller, the air charged with the electricity of the shared secret. You couldn't help but remember the feel of Arthur's hands on your skin, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered dirty things in your ear. You glanced at Arthur, who was now staring at the table with a pained expression, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

"So, what happens next?" you asked, your voice a little too eager. You knew you were pushing it, but the thrill of being so close to the edge was intoxicating. "In the fanfic," you clarified, your own voice a little raspy. "What happens next in the fanfic?"

Isaac looked up from the page, his eyes dark with desire. "Well, it seems our dear Arthur is quite the eager participant in this little tale."

Arthur's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a silent question in his gaze. You gave him a mischievous smile, enjoying the way he squirmed under the spotlight.

Isaac raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the discomfort he'd caused Arthur. "Ah, yes," he said, looking back down at the paper. "Arthur seems to have some…special talents with his tongue."

You felt a blush creep up your neck as you remembered all too fondly Arthur's skilled mouth on your body, the way he'd worshipped you with such passion and need. The memory was so vivid it was almost as if you could feel the sensations all over again. You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the podcast instead of the ache building between your legs.

"And it gets even better," Isaac read on, his voice a low growl. "The author really has a knack for detail." His eyes slid over to Arthur, who was now sweating slightly, his discomfort clear. You couldn't resist the urge to lean over and whisper in his ear, "Remember how good it felt when you did that?"

Arthur's eyes snapped to yours, a mix of surprise and arousal in their depths. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured back, his voice tight. You just grinned and nodded, your pulse racing.

Isaac, ever the showman, picked up on the shift in the room's atmosphere and leaned back in his chair, watching the two of you with an amused smirk. "Looks like we've hit a nerve," he said, his voice a little too knowing. "Or should I say, a particularly sensitive spot?"

You couldn't help but remember that exact spot all too fondly, the way Arthur had touched you so tenderly yet with such insatiable hunger. The way his tongue had danced around your clit, teasing and coaxing until you'd shattered under his ministrations. You felt your cheeks heat up and a little tremor run through your body at the memory.

The podcast conversation flowed around the fanfics, discussing plotlines and characterizations, but all you could think about was the way Isaac's cock had felt sliding into you, the sound of Arthur's grunts of pleasure as he took you from behind. You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too broadly, your mind replaying the vivid images like a private porn reel.

As the podcast episode drew to a close, Isaac leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Well, folks, that's all the time we have for today," he announced, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze beneath the table. "But don't worry, we've got plenty more to talk about in the future."

Arthur nodded, his own expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Thanks for tuning in," he added, his eyes never leaving yours. "And remember, if you've got any fanfics you think we should read, hit us up on social media."

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. "Thank you, everyone," you managed to say, your voice surprisingly steady. "We love reading them almost as much as you love writing them."

With that, Isaac hit the button to end the podcast, the sudden silence in the booth feeling deafening. Arthur visibly relaxed, letting out a shaky sigh as he leaned back in his chair. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his relief.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Arthur murmured, his voice still a little hoarse. He playfully swiped at you with his free hand, the tension between you three now a living, breathing entity in the room.

"Is that a challenge?" you asked, your own voice teasing as you leaned back in your chair. You could feel the thrill of the secret, the excitement of the shared experience, and the anticipation of what might come next.

Isaac chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it's definitely a challenge," he said, his gaze flicking between you and Arthur. "But one I'm sure we're all more than up for." Isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense. "So," he said, his voice a low growl that had your stomach flipping. "Ready for round two?"

*****

A week Later…

In the living room of their apartment, George, Chris, and Arthur Hill had gathered around the tv, their eyes glued to the screen, to watch the latest episode of their friends podcast, and today's episode had definitely been the steamiest yet. As the final words of the podcast faded out, they all exchanged knowing glances.

"Well, that was… something," George said, raising an eyebrow.

Chris leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "They totally had a threesome," he exclaimed, pointing at the TV. "You can just tell by the way they're acting."

Arthur Hill nodded, his mouth hanging open slightly. "I know, right? Did you see the way they couldn't keep their hands off each other?" He grabbed the remote, pausing the video to replay a particularly telling moment. "Look at Arthur's face!"

Chris and George leaned in, watching the replay with rapt attention. The blush on Arthur's cheeks was unmistakable, as was the way his hand had tightened around yours. "They're totally hiding something," Chris murmured, his own cheeks coloring slightly.

"Come on, guys," George protested, though his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "They're just good friends having fun." But even as he said it, he couldn't help but look at Arthur with newfound curiosity. They had to admit, the situation was ripe for speculation.

Chris grinned, not missing a beat. "Yeah, but you know Arthur. He gets all nervous and flustered in social situations. Remember that time at the charity gala?" He giggled, recalling a particularly awkward moment.

"Oh, God, yes," George chimed in, chuckling. "He couldn't even hold eye contact with the caterer."

But Arthur Hill's expression grew more thoughtful, his gaze lingering on the frozen image of Arthur's flushed face. "It's true, he does get nervous, but this is… different." He paused, his thumb hovering over the play button. "It's like he's trying to hide something, and not just because he's shy."

Chris leaned back, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. "You think it's possible?"

Arthur Hill nodded slowly. "I mean, they're all adults. And let's face it, the tension between them has been off the charts lately." He turned to George, who was watching the TV with a knowing smile. "What do you think?"

George shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, if they did, it would explain a lot," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "The way they look at each other, the way they can't seem to keep their hands to themselves…"

Chris's eyes widened. "Do you think they're into that sort of thing?" he whispered, his voice a mix of shock and fascination.

Arthur Hill nodded again, his gaze still on the screen. "It's not completely out of the question," he said thoughtfully. "They're both so… open-minded."

Chris leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "But what if it's true?" His eyes darted between George and Arthur Hill, his curiosity piqued. "What would we do?"

George's smile grew wider. "Well, we'd definitely have to get the full story out of them," he said, his tone playful. "It's not every day your friends have a secret like that."

Chris nodded eagerly. "Yeah, and maybe we could, I don't know, set them up with someone to make it a foursome?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Arthur Hill rolled his eyes. "Just because you're lonely and single doesn't mean you need to live vicariously through them, Chris," he said, though his tone was light.

Chris pouted. "What? I'm just saying, if they're going to be doing all these… adventurous things, I wouldn't mind tagging along for the ride."

George laughed, slapping Chris on the back. "Don't worry, buddy. They're not going to leave you out of all the fun." He winked. "But maybe you should work on your own love life before you start crashing their parties."

Chris playfully shoved George away. "I'm just saying, if the opportunity arises…" His voice trailed off, and the three of them shared a knowing look.

The atmosphere in the apartment was charged with curiosity and a hint of excitement. They couldn't ignore the palpable chemistry that had been sizzling between the podcast hosts. It was clear that something had changed, something that went beyond friendship.

*****

"So, guys," George began, breaking the silence with a casual tone, "did anything…interesting happen recently?" His question hung in the air like a dare, a challenge for you to either confirm or deny their suspicions.

Arthur Hill leaned in, his eyes boring into yours. "You know, Arthur looked a bit… flustered during the podcast," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "And you two," he nodded at you and Isaac, "you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves."

Isaac chuckled, playing along. "What are you trying to say, Hill?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

You felt your heart race as the three of you locked eyes, the secret hanging in the air like a thick fog. You licked your lips, a smug smile playing on your face. "What do you think happened?" you asked, your voice a sultry whisper.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking to Arthur's hand, which was still clutching yours. "Well, you two seem pretty… cozy." His smile was a knowing one, a glint of challenge in his gaze.

You couldn't help but return the smirk, the heat from the podcast still simmering between the three of you. "What do you mean?" you asked, playing dumb.

Chris's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "You guys, seriously? Did you…" He trailed off, unable to find the words.

Arthur Hill leaned in, his gaze intense. "You can tell us," he urged, his voice low. "We're all friends here."

You felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of sharing your secret with them. The tension in the room was thick, and you knew that if you didn't say something soon, it would be impossible to contain. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the onslaught of questions and reactions that were sure to come.

"Well," you began, drawing out the word as you let go of Arthur's hand and leaned back into the couch, "it's not every day you get to live out your wildest fanfic fantasies."

Isaac barked out a laugh, his eyes gleaming. "You're telling me," he said, his voice low and rumbling with his own memories of the night.

Arthur Hill leaned back, his eyes wide with shock. "Wait, what?" he spluttered. "You guys actually…?"

You nodded, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Oh, yes," you said, watching the color drain from Arthur's face. "It was quite the night."

George's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. "You had a threesome?" he squeaked, his voice high with excitement.

Chris's cheeks were now a bright shade of pink as he stared at the three of you. "Oh my God," he whispered, his hand flying to his mouth.

Arthur's eyes went wide with shock before he buried his face in his hands, a muffled groan escaping his lips. "This is so embarrassing," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"What's the matter, Arthur?" you teased, your voice a sweet symphony of innocence. "You don't want everyone to know how much fun we had?"

Arthur's muffled groan grew louder, his face still buried in his hands. "This is so not what I signed up for," he muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.

You couldn't help but laugh, the situation too absurd to be anything but hilarious. "Oh, come on, Arthur," you coaxed, reaching out to pat his leg. "You know you had fun."

Isaac leaned over, his voice low and firm. "Babe, maybe you should ease up on him a bit," he murmured in your ear. His hand on your arm was a gentle but firm reminder of his words. You turned to look at him, his expression a mix of amusement and concern for his friend.

You bit your bottom lip, considering his words. "I'm just having a little fun," you protested, your eyes dancing with mischief. But you could see the point he was trying to make. Arthur was practically squirming in his seat, his embarrassment clear.

Isaac leaned closer, his voice a gentle command. "Let's keep some things private, yeah?" His hand squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "We don't want to make him too uncomfortable."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken request. You leaned back into the couch, the thrill of the secret still humming through your veins. "Sorry, guys," Arthur mumbled from behind his hands. "I just… I didn't expect this."

George, Chris, and Arthur Hill sat in stunned silence for a moment, their eyes darting between you, Arthur, and Isaac. The air was thick with a mix of shock, curiosity, and a hint of arousal that you couldn't help but notice. Finally, George found his voice. "Well," he said, clearing his throat, "that's… that's quite the revelation."

Chris's eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth slightly agape. "I… I can't believe it," he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I mean, I knew you guys had a… a certain chemistry, but…" His voice trailed off as he looked at Arthur, who was still hiding his face in his hands.

Arthur Hill was equally stunned, his expression a mix of disbelief and something akin to awe. "That's… that's crazy," he breathed. "But also… kind of hot?" He glanced around the room, gauging the others' reactions. "I mean, if you're all cool with it…"

Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Arthur. "It's definitely… different," he murmured, his voice still tinged with excitement. "But if it makes you happy…"

George leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, I for one am not one to judge," he said, his eyes sparkling. "But I do have to admit, it's not every day you find out your friends are living out their fanfic fantasies."

Chris nodded, his cheeks still a delightful shade of pink. "Yeah, I mean, as long as everyone's happy and consensual, who are we to say anything?" His eyes darted to Arthur who was now peeking through his fingers, his face a picture of mortification.

"Thank you, guys," Isaac said, his voice sincere. "We appreciate you being cool about it."

Arthur finally lowered his hands, his cheeks still a deep shade of red. "It's not every day you wake up to find out your private life has become public podcast fodder," he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment.

You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, Arthur," you assured him, your voice soft and soothing. "They're our friends. They're not going to judge us."

*****

The room was still for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Then, slowly, the tension began to ease. Arthur took a deep breath and sat up, his cheeks still flushed but his gaze meeting yours with a newfound determination. "Okay," he said, his voice a little stronger. "Let's… let's just move on."

"So, who's up for a pint?" George suggested, trying to lighten the mood. The tension in the room dissipated like mist in the sun as everyone agreed. It was time to move on, at least for now.

The six of you piled into the cozy pub around the corner, the warm light spilling out onto the cobblestone street. The rich scent of beer and fried food filled the air, mingling with the laughter of the patrons. It was the kind of place where you could forget the world outside, and for a little while, you did.

As you sat at the worn wooden table, sipping on your pint, the conversation flowed easily, jumping from one topic to the next. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the tension dissipated. It was as if the walls of the pub had absorbed the secret, leaving nothing but the comfort of good friends and the hum of conversation.

Arthur leaned in, his voice a little too loud for the intimate space. "So, are we going to read more of those…stories?" he asked, his cheeks still a hint of pink.

You smirked, taking a sip of your drink. "Oh, absolutely," you said, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is just the beginning of our journey."

Isaac's eyes lit up at your words, his hand sliding over yours on the table. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter and good-natured ribbing, with Arthur slowly regaining his composure. As the night grew later, the pub's atmosphere grew more intimate, the lights dimming and the music taking on a sultrier tone. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation, knowing that the evening was far from over.

"You know," you said, leaning into Arthur, "this is only the beginning." Your voice was low and seductive, a promise of more to come.

Isaac's eyes glinted with excitement, his hand tightening around your own. "Yeah, we could make this a regular thing," he suggested, raising his glass for a toast. "To living our fanfic dreams."

The three of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the cozy pub. The others looked on, a mix of amusement and intrigue playing across their faces. It was clear that the cat was out of the bag, and now the question was, what would happen next?

*****

A/n: Omg!!! This took a lot of work but I loved how it turned out, hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks again to @g-xix for letting me use her imagine, definitely check her stuff out!

[bobardo]

I saw your reblog and i couldn’t help it…

I’m begging on my knees… write a breeding blurb. Doesn’t have to be long cause i can’t wait. Like 100-500 words

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THIS IS MY FIRST BLURBY, SO I HOPE U LIKE IT :D pls excuse any typos, most of this was written on my phone 🧍🏽‍♀

wc: 1.7k

cw: smut, minors dni, 18+. breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

It really had started out as a joke.

Thanksgiving inspires spending time with family, and family means entertaining all the new cousins and little nieces and nephews that had joined the family in the past year.

So, Y/N naturally gravitated toward the children.

They’re irresistible! With their chubby cheeks and gummy smiles, innocent stutters and big wide eyes that are subject to tears at any moment.

It’s not as if they put up much of a fight either, Cole and Oliver practically fell over each other to claim the thorn that was her lap.

She was consumed by them; if they went somewhere, she was right behind them making sure their little heads didn’t knock, stubby legs wobbly like a newborn doe. She ate on the floor with them (“The carpet’s comfy, Titi!”), played games with them—if you could even call it playing, they just oohed and ahed and slobbered over a deck of cards—laughed with them, wiped their tears for them, held them close, cradled them into a dreamy state that had her cooing in their ear.

And he saw. From his personal spot on the couch, that he’d homed since the first thanksgiving he could remember, he saw his girl becoming his family, too. He saw the hearts in the eyes of his nephews, he saw her adoration for them (not that he’s much better, they’ve got him wrapped tight around their tiny fingers), saw the bond that began to blossom between them.

He saw how calm Y/N looked as she cared for them, saw how natural she was.

And so maybe, on the car ride back he made a few teasing remarks about her motherly tendencies. And perhaps he mindlessly let it slip that he’d thought about her, pregnant, with his child.

But it was all in good fun, right? She’d scoffed in her seat—though the flush of her cheeks did not go unnoticed—slapping his shoulder to halfheartedly reprimand his crude comments. Sure, it sent a yummy tingle up her spine. And, yeah, okay, her panties got, admittedly, a little more uncomfortable after hearing his confession.

But that didn’t matter, because it was just teasing. Just words that he said to get a reaction, like always.

…Right?

———

Y/N now understands that he was not joking.

Not one fucking bit.

It’s kind of difficult to find miscommunication in any of his words now. She understands him, she gets him—Holy fuck, she gets him.

“Prancin’ around with babies on your hips, an’ you think m’not gonna wanna get you pregnant with my child?”

She gets him, with his fat cock stuffed in her snug, tiny pussy, filling her up, up to her fucking stomach. Literally. With the way he’s got her bent into herself—ankles up to her ears, thighs squishing her arms in, which in turn pushes her tits together, shiny with spit and quite bruised—his cock molds to her, pressing at her tummy, glaring at her. It scares her.

And it’s fucking everything.

She gets him, but she doesn’t fucking get how he has the ability to tease, mock, and degrade her so thoroughly, after so much time spent doing nothing but abusing her poor, helpless cunt. He stretches her out to the point of pain—unsurprisingly, there was little to no prep in the build up to their current state, though, at the time, it didn’t feel needed, she’d been dripping down her thighs as soon as the first button of his dress shirt popped. His cockhead shoves into her cervix relentlessly, viciously. He bullies his way through her, her essence soaking his prick to the base, a sticky mess between their crashing hips.

“Wan’ you stuffed full by the time m’threw with you,” he grunts against her lips, his hot breath fanning over her face, grounding her to this moment. She gasps with every plunge of his hips, the lack of activity in her brain clear as day from the cute, stupid look on her pretty face.

Eyes crossed in the middle every other second, glossy from past and reoccurring tears. Her cheeks puffy and rosy, glistening in the lamp-light from drool and salty droplets of tears. Her hands push fruitlessly against his hard, sweaty abs, chocking out spineless protests.

“S’big, too big— too deep, Daddy!” She cries sweetly, hiding in the puff of his pillows cushioning her head.

“Shhh, Baby, lemme fuck you, plug you up with my cum…” His hands move from the headboard, one pushing down on the back of her thigh, keeping her spread open for him, and the other to her ruined face, three fingers shoving between her kiss-swollen lips. She slobbers over them immediately, brows furrowed in devoted concentration, desperately aiming to please him. “Tha’s a good girl, Puppy, jus’ suck on Daddy’s fingers while he uses your cute, slutty little pussy.”

She whimpers through her gag, nodding dumbly, drooling all over again, the sparkly, moony glow in her eyes letting him know that her head is empty.

“You wan’ my babies, Pup?” His thrusts slow, working himself into her with a heightened calculation, forcing her to feel every vein and ridge of his big cock. She squeezes around him, whining. “Yeah? Tell me, were y’thinkin’ ‘bout it when you were takin’ care of the little ones?” His fingers slide farther into her mouth, his cock hitting places brutishly and delicately at the same time. “Were y’thinkin’ ‘bout bein’ my pretty baby mama?”

“D—addy,” She chokes pathetically over his fingers, tensing up in every way.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “you wan’ my babies, Puppy.” He picks up the pace again, pistoning his hips so her special spot, oversensitive from so much use, gets completely smooshed by his prick every single time he grinds back inside of her weepy pussy. His hand on the back of her thigh moves to the crease between her leg and her slippery cunt, his thumb poking her puffy clit.

“Oh, ma goo—ness!” she bleats, huffy, wiggling away from his assault.

“Cut it out, Sugar,” he tuts, the hand on her thigh coming down to smack against her cunt, strings of her silky cum stuck on his palm when his fingers move to fuss over her achy button meanly. “Fuckin’ take my cock,” he strikes her again, her hips jumping in response, tears sprouting and spilling from her bleary eyes. “Keep still before Daddy gets sick’a your squirmin’ and ties you to the fuckin’ bed.

When his palm makes rough contact with her swollen clit for the third time, Y/N comes instantly.

She squirts, everywhere, as a matter of fact.

“Oh, fuck, Puppy,” he groans, hips stuttering as his cock twitches, and before he can stop himself, he’s being flooded with an overwhelming warmth, his cum spurting in thick, white ropes that paint her insides.

There’s a lot. More than usual, probably. It fills her up to the hilt and then some, dripping from her cunt and smearing down her sloppy pussy lips, over her mound and his faintly hairy pelvis. He fucks her through their simultaneous orgasms, through the crippling, divine sensations that somehow fatten his prick even more, urging on his insatiable desire.

Y/N shakes beneath him, still crying over his finger, chomping mindlessly on them as the pleasure continues to roll over her in waves.

Eventually, his cock slips out of her, too soaked for his thrusts to remain precise. She gasps at the sudden, jarring emptiness, and he grunts, animalistically, at the loss of familiar, snug, wet heat.

He doesn’t immediately push back in, however. His eyes get distracted on the view of his milky cum gushing out of her stretched, abused hole. His hand drops from her mouth to join the other, smearing their mess into her flesh and spreading her puffy pussy apart. Inspecting.

His head tilts curiously while he collects his cum on his middle and ring finger that’d dripped down to her puckered entrance, scooping it up before tentatively pushing it back inside.

It does more bad than good, honestly; more cum spills from around his finger, leaving them right back where they’d left off. But, that doesn’t stop him from repeating the action. Once, twice, hushing her screechy crying when her massages it into her silken walls the third time, smearing it onto her special spot when he pushes it back in the fourth. He jams his fingers into her cunt until he loses count, and the sound of her messy, stuffed pussy is louder than both their moans combined. He adds a third finger and picks up speed when her hand wraps around his wrist, when her voice grows hoarse and she screams bloody murder.

“Too much, too—I can't, please!” she screams, eyes clamped shut, body trembling.

“Shut up, Puppy, ain’t shit too much,” he dismisses, standing to his knees and using his free hand to keep her pinned to the mattress. “M’gonna fuck my cum back into this slutty, precious cunt ‘til you fuckin’ squirt f’me again.”

His gruff voice, his big, veiny hands trapping her to the bed, the incessant press of his fingers into the perfect spot that makes her toes curl and her stomach coil tighter and tighter. The sweat that drips from his face—from the tip of his nose, across his forehead and temples, glazed along his cupid’s bow—his beefy biceps, straining as he fights against her involuntary shudders. His chest, massive and buff, firm and slick with sweat under her palm.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to oblige his demand.

“Just like that, Sugar, wet the fuckin’ bed, keep fucking coming.”

She keeps fucking coming. When his fingers are gone and his pretty, fat, perfect cock is reintroduced, she comes then, too. Like, as soon as he starts to push in.

It’s embarrassing, pitiful; pathetic.

But she can’t help it. She can’t help anything that she does or says when her cunt is stuffed with cum and cock, her sore pearl rubbed and swatted cruelly, her tits fondled demeaningly. She just lies there and cries, and takes his lovely cock. She lets him dump load after load of his spunk into her, claiming her, marking her as his. Making it stick.

“You’re my little cumdump, Pup,” he grumbles harshly, squeezing her pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re fuckin’ mine to kiss, love on, take care of,” she whimpers below, crying for his mercy, “my dumb slut to use, fuck, breed,” he plunges into her as deep as he can go, leaning in close and whispering, “you’re my fucking girl; my pathetic, needy fucking puppy that’s obsessed with my cock.” Y/N nods, gargling agreement.

He smirks, “Yeah, my little breeding bitch.”

[pedro-reed]

Chris Damned and Isaac X | Raging Stallion’s Caulk Job

[dilfth1rster]

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[nightingale2004]

Can all my Teen wolf and sterek people gather around real quick.

So what if Scott's pack and Derek all accidentally traveled back in time to when their parents went to school in Beacon Hills.

Now here's my version of this.

Claudia and Talia are soul sister besties. Claudia was just like Stiles, hyperactive, a spaz, short attention span, adhd, etc (also a freaking spark). Talia, was this cool werewolf future alpha girl with a hyperactive puppy for a best friend. (They would totally gossip and talk about Lydia's mom behind her back)

Noah (Stiles dad) was a loner. He was awkward. Couldn't talk to a woman to save his life (Claudia obviously made the first move). He was more invested in criminal law and mysteries.

Marissa (Scott's mom) was in her own corner. She briefly met Claudia and talked to her once or twice.

Lydia's mom (idk her name) was smart but played dumb and all that jass to win the hot guy.

I'm also thinking Peter definitely had a crush on Claudia when he was a kid during this time since she would babysit him a lot.

Claudia and Deaton are also besties and emissaries in training.

The Argent family are in Beacon Hills (I personally would not know how this would go but in intrigued)

Claudia and Talia are exactly like Scott and Stiles and getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures with Deaton at their side and hiding the secrets of the supernatural.

And all of Scott's pack plus Derek gets to see how their parents know each other and have met along with their adventures.

Let me know your version of this and enjoy

[clarkeyshill]

platform roulette

arthur hill x fem reader

summary: arthur comes home from filming platform roulette and you take care of him

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You laid on the sofa in your boyfriends apartment curled under the fluffy blanket that was always draped across the back. The sound of the TV droned through the dimly lit living room as you scrolled through your phone awaiting the boisterous return of your drunken boyfriend and flatmate.

George, Arthur and Arthur had gone to film another platform roulette, and on their way home Arthur bombarded you with multiple incoherent text and a few blurry facetimes.

A smile graced your face as you heard the clanging of keys trying to open the front door alongside Arthurs frustrated grumbles and Georges amused laughs.

You pushed yourself off the sofa bringing the blanket around your shoulders before pattering to the front door opening it for the boys, "And what time do you call this?" You teased, looking at the pair.

"He's absolutely battered." George laughed motioning to Arthur, who was leaning against the door frame looking down at you with hooded eyes and a dopey smile.

"I can tell," You smiled softly at your lightweight boyfriend, "You can go to bed if you want George. I can take care of him."

George nodded before looking back at his best friend letting out one more laugh before making a b-line to his room.

"What am I gonna do with you?" You tutted, wrapping your arm around Arthur's waist letting his drop his weight onto you as he flung his arm over your shoulder.

Arthur smiled down at you twirling the loose hair from your bun between his fingers as you both made your way to his room.

"I've missed you." Arthur mumbled, dropping to his bed with a huff, "What did you do today?"

You giggled softly watching as he struggled to pull his shoes off his feet, "I went for lunch with Becky and then did some work." You told him as you sat on the floor undoing his laces.

"That's really nice."

You hummed placing his shoes next to the bed before standing up in front of him cupping his face in your hands, "What did you do today, my love?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders placing his hands on the back of your thighs pulling you to stand between his legs, "We did an escape room, and mini golf."

"And that got you this drunk doing that?"

"Blame George and Arthur."

You scrunched up your face in amusement nodding before leaning to peck his lips, "Lets get you in bed."

Arthur nodded pulling off his jacket and his shirt with slight struggle handing them to you one at a time as your popped them in the wash basket and grabbing pyjama bottoms from his draw.

"Thank you." He said in a barely audible tone, "I love you."

You smiled softly at him as you sat on the bed next to him running your hands through his hair before scratching the back of his neck gently and he let himself melt at your touch.

"I love you too."

Arthur moved to lay down opening his arms for you to join him, "You should do platform roulette next time we do one."

You let out a breathy chuckle laying your head on his chest, "But then who would be here to take care of when you come home?"

Arthur hummed tracing blind shapes onto the exposed skin of your hip, "Yeah, but I miss you when I'm gone all day." He pouted, and you nodded looking up at him, "It's agony being away from you."

"Okay, my little poet." You pecked his jaw, "Maybe one day I will."

Arthur squeezed your hip affectionately, "Promise?"

"Promise," You nodded, listening to the echoes of Arthur's beating heart beneath your ear, "Go to sleep."

"Okay." He mumbled, pulling you closer if that was even possible consider you were practically laying on top of him, "Goodnight."

Not even minutes has passed before soft snores started to fall from Arthur's slightly parted lips and his chest started to rise and fall rythmatically.

You laid awake twirling the soft curls at the base of his neck before letting the sleep you had been fighting off for hours take over you.

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 4

[crownofstardustandbone]

I’m loving seeing folks like/reblog the sterek stuff that I reblog so just as a heads up, if you like sterek or any of the following ships you’re more than welcome to send me asks or dm me to chat about them!!

Peter/Lydia

Chris/Isaac

Theo/Liam

Geralt/Jaskier

Eskel/Jaskier

Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Amos Burton/Praxidike Meng (the expanse)

Bill/Holden (Mindhunter)

[a1exaaaa]

with the tiktok ban the edits better be posted here PLZZ!!!😪🙏

[wadewnstonwilson]

hi!!!!

I miss writing so I'd like to jump back in and start writing some headcanons per requests.

They can either be about celebrities, ships you have, fandoms, fictional characters, movies, shows, anything! You can either comment on this post, leave an ask, or message me directly!

I will leave a small example list here and in the tags of the things that I know the best but feel free to leave what you can think of and if I know it well enough, I'll write it!

marvel

deadpool

deadpool wolverine

xmen

spiderman/spiderverse

game of thrones

stranger things

star wars

last of us

(celebs i love are hugh jackman, ryan reynolds, chris evans, sebastian stan, tom holland, glen powell, pedro pascal, oscar isaac, etc, hcs can be for any of their characters or them as people)