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[sourwulf]

omg i saw your accounts months ago and loved your writing, i was going through a teen wolf craze and even made a stiles stilinski account which is now deleted and now i’m going through it again and i found your account i’m so happy your account is still up because i can never keep mine up the lack of notes always unmotivates me

thank you so much! yeah, i get it. when you spend a good amount of time writing or creating something and it flops it can be discouraging, but unfortunately that's just something that comes with writing :/

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[sourwulf]

Hi there!!

Just found this account of yours and fell in love instantly!!

P.S. Have a great day!!

oh my god thank you so much! i'm definitely not as active as i used to be but it still means a lot that people still enjoy my blog 🥰

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hi! do you allow people to link your fics in recommendation posts??

i have a rec list i’m making for the month of july and have read some of your work and would love to include it 🤍

yes of course! as long as you include credit :)

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All right, just keep going. Look, he had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He’s gotta be on the footage somewhere.

#stiles. #noah. #scott.

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#stiles. #malia. #noah.

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👀

#* #*p #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dailyteenwolf #fyeahteenwolf #teen wolf cast

[sourwulf]

Hi! Are your requests open?

they are!

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[sourwulf]

TEEN WOLF SEASON II + GREEK GODS & GODDESSES; insp & insp.

#isaac. #lydia. #boyd. #derek. #erica. #scott. #stiles. #allison.

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fr just an smut with isaac lahey BC DAMN

༄  word count  —  1.3k

፨  characters  —  isaac lahey

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut, dirty talk

☼ a/n — hey guys, sorry it’s been so long. i’ve been trying to take a break from social media so i haven’t posted since december (yikes 😬). but i’m back now! i won’t be as active as i was before but i’m getting to my asks i’ve received in the last four months, so be on the lookout for those :)

✎  masterlist

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it was supposed to be a nice, regular date with isaac after not seeing each other in a week. finals week was a bitch, and you had a habit of shutting yourself off from the world during it. and whether you meant to or not, you included isaac. every time he’d called in the last week you’d said you were busy with studying.

so right as the dismissal bell rang on the last day of testing, he was at your locker. he’d basically made you shove everything in and leave it, doing his best to get your mind off of school for winter break.

and you drove out to the woods for some alone time and an early drive-thru dinner.

as soon as he leaned over to kiss you, you knew this wouldn’t be a regular date.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were in the backseat of his car with you on top of him. he didn’t fit well back there, so his knees pressed against the backs of the front seats, giving you something to sit on.

but you knew this would happen. sure, you didn’t anticipate him driving you out to the woods, but you had a good feeling the two of you would fuck tonight.

so you wore his favorite skirt — a knee-length dark red one, which was tight around your waist so it could show off your hips. it gave him easy access, and allowed you to skip the awkward stage of shimmying off a pair of pants while on top of him. on top you had a low cut shirt, which you’d had covered with a sweater most of the day.

your body was for him, and you didn’t want anyone else looking.

one of his hands laid on your ass cheek, the other held your face still where he could kiss your neck. you wanted to kiss him, though, so you tilted his chin upward to connect your lips.

“i’m sorry for ignoring you for a week,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“it’s okay.”

you felt a pair of fingers push your underwear to the side and settle on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. along with not seeing isaac for a week, you hadn’t touched yourself either. you always tended to be more sensitive when it’d been awhile.

“you’re already soaked,” he said, looking up at you with heart eyes, admiring the way your face twisted and contorted from pleasure under his touch. “all this for me?”

“who else could make me this wet?”

it was his turn to moan, his being more guttural and excited.

you reached down and undid his jeans as his fingers continued to work, causing you to struggle a bit. but when you reached into his pants and wrapped your fingers around his hard length, he faltered and stopped for a few seconds. you hummed in satisfaction before he slid two fingers into you.

your hips involuntarily ground into his hand, your eyebrows dipping down and forming a crease between them. his fingers were long, and they could reach places in you that you never knew existed before he came around.

“shit,” you whispered, quickly placing your palm against his wrist. he looked at you with a bit of worry in his eyes. “i love your fingers, but i want you inside of me. please.”

you didn’t realize how needy you were after only a week, but he didn’t care. you reached behind you and opened the middle console of the car, pulling out a condom. you tore it open and rolled it onto his length for him, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

without hesitation, you lined him up at your entrance and looked him in the eye before sinking down, filling yourself up and holding your breath. he mumbled a ‘god’, his fingers pressing into your hips.

you took the lead, grinding and bouncing with such speed that you were rocking the car. you were dizzy from the pleasure and his tongue tracing circles on your carotid artery only added to that.

fucks, shits, and gods filled the air, adding to a perfect harmony with moans, whimpers, and pants that was enough to make aphrodite and eros themselves shudder.

most of the time when you and isaac fucked you were afraid he would rip right through you. you could feel yourself stretch as much as humanly possible and the tip of his cock pressing harshly against your cervix, but right now that would-be discomfort only added to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

he spread his legs a bit more so your movements weren’t so limited and keeping your ass from landing so harshly against them.

he slid his hand up between your shoulders and pulled your chest to his mouth, allowing him to press sloppy hickeys to your skin. but that position change caused friction against your clit and made your legs tremble, and you could immediately feel yourself that much closer to your orgasm.

“fuck, isaac,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders. he absolutely loved hearing his name come out of your mouth during sex. it was one of his top turn-ons — knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. that he was making you cum, making you moan and cry out. no one else, him. that you were his, all his, and everything he did made you feel good.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good. gonna cum soon.”

“yeah?” you nodded at his question. “you gonna cum for me?”

“yes,” you cried, picking up your speed to inhuman levels. “fuck... please.” you didn’t really know what you were pleading for as you were the one on top, but you knew he loved hearing you beg, hoping it would help push him over the edge.

he used his other hand to reach up and pull your hair, tipping your head back and giving him full access to your throat. and that was when you crumbled apart. you subconsciously switched to grinding against him instead of bouncing, giving special attention to your clit and allowing him to hit your g-spot.

tears slipped down your temples and into your hair, your legs shook hard enough to hurt, and the noises leaving your mouth only made him smile.

you rode out your orgasm, resting your forehead against his as you caught your breath. hums of ecstasy were the only sound you could muster as you looked at him.

“you good?” he asked with a smile, to which you nodded.

“did you finish?”

he shook his head. “almost.”

immediately, your hips were moving up and down again, and your lips found their way to his jaw.

“isaac,” you whispered, “be a good boy and cum for me.”

another one of his turn-ons? you talking to him like this. like you were a teacher asking him to do his best on a paper, or like you were a dog trainer gently teaching a puppy tricks, which was sort of ironic.

and it really worked. his fists squeezed your shirt into two balls, doing his absolute best to not do the same to your hips.

his head fell back and rested against the top of the seats, his eyebrows slowly raised up his forehead, and his hips began bucking. and elongated ‘f’ slid off his bottom lip, and you watched with a cocky grin as he came hard into the condom.

 you continued kissing his neck as he caught his breath.

“goddamn,” he mumbled, letting go of your shirt and slipping his hands under it instead, gently stroking the skin with his thumb. he tilted his head upward again so he could look at you. “god, i love you.”

you weakly chuckled, pushing his now slightly sweaty curls off of his forehead.

“i love you,” you responded. “and i missed you.”

“i missed you more.”

your smile only grew as you leaned down to give him another kiss, this time deeper and sweeter.

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[sourwulf]

“I was just nervous and uncomfortable and shy and nobody wanted to talk to me. It was weird.”

#cast. #dylan o'brien.

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blond dylan o’brien wearing pink. that’s all.

#* #*p #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dobedit #dylan o'brien icons #dylan obrien icons #icons dylan o'brien #icons dylan obrien #teen wolf

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endless teen wolf gif sets 50/?

#lydia. #stiles. #🥺

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STILES & LYDIA | Teen Wolf “ICE PICK”

#lydia. #stiles.

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“I had an amazing experience filming season 3 [but] if I’m picking my most fun season of Teen Wolf it’s hard for me to not say 1. We were making this little weird wolf show and we were having the time of our lives. It meant so much to me.”

— Fireside Chat with Dylan O'Brien at the Berkeley Forum - Oct 27 2020

#dylan o'brien. #cast.

[sourwulf]

So, if you’re gonna do this then... I think you’re just gonna have to take me with you, then.

#scott. #stiles.

[sourwulf]

ooooh that cancer blurb made me cry

sorry 😭 sad fics are my favorite

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[sourwulf]

could you pls do smth like y/n is in the hospital with cancer and stiles comes to visit and it's just.... so soft and cute

༄  word count  —  995

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  mentions of cancer & cancer treatment

✎  masterlist

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exhausted was the only word you could think of when people asked how you were doing. nurses, family, friends would all ask, and that was your answer. you were utterly exhausted.

cancer. breast cancer to be exact. stage four, and it had spread to your lungs and heart.

in other words: you were fucked. two of those were in the top five of most deadly cancers, and it wasn’t like it was in new stages. it was pretty far along, and your doctors weren’t completely sure how long you had left.

they’d given the estimate of six months, purely because of the cancer in your heart. and because of how severe it was, they had you doing chemo every other day, and radiation five days a week.

on top of that, you’d been admitted for at least two weeks at this point. you hadn’t slept in your bed or worn regular clothes in two weeks, and you were miserable.

one aspect of treatment you hadn’t anticipated was how cold you’d be. your feet and hands were constantly freezing, and despite five blankets on your bed, you just couldn’t seem to get warm.

so, to counteract that, you visited the gift shop after chemo one day and bought a knitted beanie with a fluffy lining on the inside, and it did wonders.

once chemo started before you were admitted, your hair began to fall out. you’d wake up to big clumps of hair on your pillow, which was an impossible feeling to describe.

the night you’d decided to shave your head, you asked your best friend stiles to do it for you. he pulled a chair into the upstairs bathroom for you to sit in. you had patches of bald spots scattered across your scalp, but he still asked if you were sure.

it wasn’t an easy process for you, losing your hair. you’d fought against it for so long that it just felt like you were giving up.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he said softly, his hands resting on your shoulders.

you stared straight ahead into his bathroom mirror and took a deep breath. “no, i need to. it’ll look better than what i have going on here.”

he nodded and slowly shaved away at the shoulder-length strands you oh-so wanted to keep.

when you were done, he squatted down between you and the counter and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“i think you look awesome. makes me want to bring back my buzzcut.” you couldn’t help but laugh, cleaning the snot on your upper lip with the back of your hand. “seriously. it suits you.”

“you think so?”

“hell yeah.”

you pulled him in for a hug, and you held each other like that for what seemed like hours.

and now, a month later, your temporary home had become the hospital, room eleven-thirty-four. you froze your ass off every single night and fell asleep with old game show reruns playing softly from the tiny television mounted to the wall.

you were woken up at about two in the morning by a familiar face.

“stiles,” you said with a tired smile and raspy voice.

“hey.”

“it’s almost two in the morning, what are you doing here?”

“i couldn’t sleep knowing you were here by yourself.”

stiles was always the biggest sweetheart to you, and you weren’t used to having someone in your life who was just that nice. at one point you wondered if he had a crush on you, but after seeing how he interacted with the rest of his friends, you figured out that he was just a big teddy bear.

“how do you feel?”

“like i had chemo and radiation twelve hours ago.”

he pulled a pack of king-sized reese’s cups out of his jacket pocket. “hungry?”

“starving.” you reached out for them and he handed them over, then retrieving a snickers from the same pocket. “i haven’t been able to keep anything down today, so we’ll see how this goes.”

“i’m sorry i haven’t been here much.”

“you don’t have to apologize. you’ve been busy.”

after swallowing the candy in his mouth, he cleared his throat. “have your parents been here much?”

you shook your head. “a little. not as much as i’d like them to be, but, you know. what can you do?”

he looked at the beanie on your head and smirked. “i love the hat.”

you chuckled. “thanks.”

“bald spots again?”

“no, just an inability to stay warm.” that was when he noticed the five blankets on top of you. “even with a warmed up blanket, i’m always like ice. it’s miserable.”

“i could warm you up. i’m like a portable heater.”

“that sounds nice,” you said with a smile.

without another word, he pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around you. it was warm and made you let out a content sigh. before he cuddled up next to you, he kicked his shoes off and pushed them a bit under the bed.

within a few seconds, he was on his back next to you, you were on your side with your head on his shoulder, and his arm was around your back to pull you closer to him. he adjusted the jacket so it came over your chin, and you nestled in.

god he really was like a heater.

he noticed the iv in the back of your hand, which was surrounded by a bruise that was almost concealed by the bandaging holding it in place. he gently gripped your hand and pulled it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

“thank you for coming,” you whispered.

“there’s nowhere else i’d rather be right now.”

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep — it never did anymore. but stiles stayed up for a while. he watched the game shows playing on the tv and listened to you lightly snoring, smiling to himself when he eventually fell asleep.

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