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— "𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦" ; stiles stilinski x fem!reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 :)

(side note, AHAHSAHHSHAH I LOVE HIM SM!!! anways...)

It was Valentine's Day, and you hated it. You did every year. Why? Well, one reason you didn't want to face. No one wanted to ask you to be their Valentine. You were the prettiest girl in the school, hell, maybe even in all of Beacon Hills, but still, the only thing guys wanted from you was to shove their tongue down your throat, sadly.

All except him. Your best friend since third grade, Stiles Stilinski. He was perfect, but he was just your friend, you told yourself. He was hilarious, sarcastic, always coming up with creative witty comebacks, but sadly, no one wanted him either. He was too "nerdy," too "weird," but in your eyes, he was perfect.

After every lacrosse game Stiles had, you'd meet up with him in the field after a game. "Hey Sti-" You stopped dead in your tracks.

Stiles was standing there, waiting, biting his bottom lip anxiously and tapping his foot, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a little sign that said, "Will you be my Valentine?" With his messy handwriting and a couple spelling mistakes since he was dyslexic and a messy drawn heart on the side. You hoped, God, you prayed it was for you.

You stared for a moment... stunned. You slowly walked closer. "Hey... who are you waiting on?" You asked, a tremble in your voice.

His eyes shot up off the ground and to you. "Uh, w-well, I was waiting for.... you" He stuttered.

Your heart fluttered. "M-me? Seriously, I uhm... you know I hate Valentines Day-" He cut you off by handing you the flowers. "Please don't laugh. I know it's dumb and I spelled a few things wrong." He muttered with that lopsided grin of his. You accepted the flowers and held them to your chest. "It's not stupid... it's... thoughtful."

Your soft voice sent jolts throughout Stiles' body. "R-really? I-I mean, yeah... no problem." He said casually, leaning against a nonexistent wall and stumbling. You laughed and set the flowers down on the bleachers, helping him steady himself. He swats your hand away, "Nah, nah. I got it." He played it off, but his cheeks were bright red.

"It's cute. Seeing you do all this for me..." You said softly. He blushed again and handed you the sign. "I guess I just..." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck which was a nervous habit of his. "Wanted to tell you you're special. You're so beautiful and... smart... and I know no one really asks you out... so I wanted to... tell you I love you."

Your lips parted slightly in disbelief. "I uh..." You stuttered, your cheeks reddening and your gaze flicking to his lips and his eyes back and forth. He smiled a little, his soft smile. His eyes sparkled with adoration. "It's true. I love you." He blurted out.

You went silent again. Scott walked into the field. "Hey guys, I just! -" He stopped when he saw Stiles cup your face and kiss you. His jaw dropped and he waved Allison and the rest of the pack over.

He tangled his fingers in your beautiful locks, kissing you lovingly. You put your hands on his waist after slowly coming out of shock, kissing him back in return.

"Holy shit." Allison muttered.

Then, like it was a magical rom com, it began to rain, slowly getting heavier. Stiles pulled away with his lopsided grin. "Well, would you look at that. Great timing, rain." He made another witty sarcastic joke and looked up at the sky, still holding your head gently. He looked back down at you and laughed in disbelief. "Kissing... in the rain... it's a bit ironic. But I do want to change our title from, "best friends," to, "a couple." He confessed.

You stared in awe as you both got soaked. "Y-yeah... me too..." You said a little breathlessly.

The pack giggled from a distance, watching you both kiss again in the rain. It was pure magic.

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(AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SM!!!!!!!!!!)

[termsofagreement]

"𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲." — s.r x fem!reader. 🪐

warning : none! js some fluff :)

(he's such a cutie omfg)

Spencer, you, and the team just solved a case and were currently on the jet to return to Quantico. You were sitting on what everyone called, "Spencer's couch," and looked down, seeing his head resting on your thigh, fast asleep. He whimpered sleepily, nuzzling his head closer.

You smiled a little and the team pretended to sleep, peeking their eyes open to watch.

You slowly raised your hand and gently combed your fingers through his short head of curls. "Mm.." He whimpered in his sleep, scooting closer. You giggled softly and leaned down, kissing the top of his head and letting your lips linger for a moment. You pulled away, looking at his sleeping body.

JJ snuck her phone out and snapped a photo to send to Penelope later.

You laid down and slowly pulled him on top of your chest. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around your waist, still fast asleep.

"Aww." Emily whispered.

You kept running your fingers through his hair slowly until you found yourself dozing off.

"We're gonna have a field trip teasing them tomorrow." Derek whispered. "For sure." Rossi replied as you fell asleep under Spencer.

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AHHHHH I LOVE SPENCER FLUFF !!!

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❝𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲.❞ — an alex turner fanfic.

minors 𝗱𝗻𝗶, 𝟭𝟴+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 : dom!alex, quickie, public sex, pet names, slapping (not the face), rough? etc.

(no hate, please. it's been a long time since i wrote smut.)

alex was getting ready to perform for his concert in england, standing backstage in his room, looking into the mirror and taming his hair. you were his girlfriend, but you were never shown in public. he wanted things to stay private, but his exact words were, "i just don't want you to get hurt because of me."

you walked into the backstage room, seeing him tame his hair and straighten his shirt. you slowly walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. "you look fine, honey." you said quietly. he chuckled softly. god, his voice. "thank you, darling." he replied and continued taming his hair.

you smiled a little, watching him style his hair with products and such. alex had been busy, as usual, dealing with his mangers and the tour, which meant you were constantly left alone. without his touch... his taste... it was lonely. often times you found yourself taking matters into your own hands when he was busy. (iykyk) it was mesmerizing to stare at him to be honest. you swallowed thickly when he made eye contact with you in the mirror. you knew exactly what that look meant.

he slowly turned to face you and set his brush down on the counter. "you think you'd be up for a quickie, love? i know i've been busy all week." he asked. your eyes widened slightly, but jesus christ, you'd been needing him all week. you nodded excitedly. he moved his gaze to the door, figuring out a way to make sure no one heard or came into the room. he walked over and locked the door. "promise me you'll be quiet, princess." he turned back to you, grabbing your hips and pushing your lower back against the counter.

you blushed like crazy and nodded. "promise." you replied quietly. he smirked and pressed himself closer. "good. i promise i'll be gentle, babydoll." he lifted your thighs and set you on the counter. he slowly lifted your skirt to see your wetness already pooling in your lace panties.

he smirked and hooked his thumb at your waistband. "can i?" he asked, knowing damn well the answer was yes. you nodded immediately. he slowly pulled your panties off and laid them neatly on a nearby chair. he licked his lips subtly at the sight of what was in front of him. damn, i didn't realize how wet i was already. you wondered.

he bit his bottom lip very subtly and spread your legs apart. he yanked your hips closer to the edge of the counter and got on his knees. "you ready, sweetheart?" he asked. again, you nodded quickly. he chuckled, his breath tickling your core. "eager, aren't we?" he teased before licking a stripe of skin on your folds. you whimpered quietly, remembering the promise you made before.

"mmm... i've missed you.." He muttered against your folds. he used his two fingers to spread your folds, seeing that beautiful cunt spread out for him, all for him. he licked your hole and clit, gently sucking on your clit as he pushed his tongue inside of you, your back arching and lungs gasping for air from excitement.

"fuck, i've missed you so fucking much..." you said quietly, lightly panting. he kept fucking your hole with his tongue, gripping your thighs with both his hands. he pulled your hips closer to his face, his nose subtly pressing against your wetness.

"mmm..." he groaned against your lips. alex felt like he was gonna cum then and there, just seeing you at his mercy so desperately. his pants tightened and his cock hardened and twitched, aching to be inside of your pretty pink cunt.

"cum for me." he said quietly. your legs were slightly shaking, he knew your orgasm was close. finally, it hit. your hand flew to your mouth to cover your loud moan of his name.

"oh fuck! yes!" you moaned into your hand, your juices spilling onto his tongue. he smiled against your skin and licked it all up. he rose from his knees and looked at you, a mischievous dark glint in his eyes.

"get down." he ordered. you hopped off the counter. it was so soon from your orgasm, but you obeyed. "turn." he demanded. you turned and he grabbed your shoulder and bent you over the counter. "now, watch me fuck you in the mirror." he said. he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. he pulled his boxers down and his fully hard cock fell out, his tip leaking with precum. it twitched with excitement.

he lifted one of your legs with his big and calloused hands, bending it and setting it on the counter. your folds spread when your legs spread, his cock twitching in response. "stay quiet." he reminded. he decided to pump himself a few times before slowly rubbing the head of his cock on your hole.

"please... alex... i can't handle the teasing. i need you. now." you whined. he smirked. "fine. but i want you to look right in that mirror and watch me fuck you." he said.

he pushed his length into your hole, both of you moaning in response. you let out a gutteral moan. "oh fuck!" you moaned. "look at that..." alex panted, pushing his cock deeper inside until his whole cock disappeared inside you. "that feel good, baby? can i move?" he asked, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

you nodded and panted. "please... just fill me up.." you mumbled. you rested your forehead on the mirror, your breath fogging the glass in front of you. "good girl." he said before slowly beginning to pump his cock inside and outside of you.

you tried to keep your eyes on him fucking you in the mirror like he told you, but the way he was thrusting so hard was making you bounce forward and backward onto his cock, making hard to keep your gaze on the slight sweat on his forehead and the satisfied look on his face.

he let out a gutteral moan, his cock twitching inside you which caused your walls to clench around his length. "oh, fuck... look at that pretty ass." he raised his hand and slapped your ass cheek, making you yelp loudly. you went silent, hoping no one heard.

you continued to pump in you, getting faster with every thrust. he slapped your ass again. he began to thrust faster, skin slapping on one another. "fuck... i need to cum. you close?" he asked. you panted and nodded. "yes! i need to cum!" you whimpered. he let out another gutteral moan, spilling his load inside you. you moaned at the warm ropes of seed filling you up.

he slowly pulled out and smirked, seeing the mixes of cum pool together. "alright, honey. off to the show i go." he kissed your lips softly, cleaned up, zipped his pants, and left.

𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽.

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- first post.

i'm new to tumblr, but i'm excited to get started on here. my online name is eris, and i love writing, reading, playing guitar, singing, and editing. i will link all of my accounts at the bottom!

here's some more about me !

i was born, raised, and currently live in florida (go gators iykyk)

i have an unhealthy obsession with alex turner and spencer reid bc i'm awesome

i've written a couple fanfics before, but they were trash. so now i'm starting from scratch!

i'm physically and mentally disabled, but that doesn't keep me from doing the things i love. (i just got recent spinal surgery and i have mental illness)

i do accept positive and negative feedback! but i'd prefer if harsh words are not used.

anyway, look forward to fanfics! requests are open.

instagram — @ spencersmismatchsocks

tiktok editing account — @ spencersbriefcase

character ai account (i make bots) — @ erisxoxo_