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mysticallystilinski · 5 months

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FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

desc. STILES CAN’T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOUR BODY

has : SMUT 17+, fingering, very clingy stiles, tit sucking, tit playing, sub!reader, heavy teasing, whimper!kink.

“please stiles”, you moan out as he rubs against your body. it has been days since he has even came close to touching you. it was an understatement on how badly you needed him. his large hands run up and down your delicate body. he grinned in excitement at any little whimper that comes out of you.

“be patient”, he whispers in your ear. his heavy breath coming that close to you was enough to make you cum. you had no articles of clothing taken off you quite yet, but you knew soon enough he would have to cave in. you push off his torso and place your feet on the cold floor.

you lower your hands to the rim of your shirt, and proceed to pull it off in a quick flash. stiles sat on the bed, practically mind blown at this sudden boost of confidence. you walked closer to him as you heard his breathing pattern get quicker.

stiles had a certain feeling that you were putting on a false show. he tugged onto the waistband of your pants, and pulled you closer in between his legs. he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. “why are you acting like this sweetheart”, he groaned out. your words got caught in the back of your throat as he slowly stood up and placed you to the side.

he looked down upon you in lust as you scanned his large figure. his brown eyes almost certainly turned to black as he grabbed your shoulders and sat you down upon the bed. he now stood above you while you were in the opposite position as before. he got onto his knees, and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs.

“stiles please, don’t tease”, you practically whimpered. he interlocked his fingers into your waistband, and slid the soft flannel pants down your legs and to the side of the bed. he was now approached with your light red panties. he slowly moved his head toward your core, took his mouth and dug his teeth upon them.

he smirked as you looked down onto him in waiting. he lowered his head as the panties followed along with him intertwined in his teeth. he dug his fingers into your things as he made his away along your silky legs. he reached the bottom and discarded your sweet panties. stiles mind filled with all the things he wanted to do with you. he thought first about fingering you, then slowly moving onto other things.

he lifted his head up, and saw your facial expression. it was a mix of impression and excitement. your smile lit up the room as stiles started to giggle as he got closer to your heat. he used his large hands to spread your thighs apart, and lowered his head closer. his fingers untangled your thighs and moved to your throbbing pussy.

he slowly inserted one finger, then heard a gasp for air. you whimpered as his long finger headed deeper inside of you. he took it slightly out, and inserted one more finger. your head was thrown back in pleasure as he slowly pumped both fingers in and out. you felt him get closer to you as his fingers continued to glide in and out at the perfect speed.

your body filled with tingles as he increased his speed. one hand was gripping your boob, while the other was heading inside of you. you quickly moved and scrambled as his fingers hit just the right spot. he slowly used the hand on your boob to play with your nipple, slightly pinching it for a pleasurable feeling.

your body was feeling hot and heavy while stiles slowly talked you up to an orgasm. “you’re doing so good y/n”, he spoke. you gasped in shock and pleasure when he said those five words. “please cum for me”, he groaned out. you saw his eyes focused on your wet pussy when he looked up and smirked in a devilish way.

he held eye contact with you as he spoke softly, “baby you look so good taking my fingers.” your head filled with the things he was doing to you, and how good it felt. your core tightened as you felt the moment coming. he hit your g-spot one last time, and you collapsed. cum overflowed out of you as stiles latched his mouth onto your pussy.

he sucked up all he could, and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. you saw him look up at you with his lustful eyes. his tongue delved all around your area as he grinned. he lifted his head and moved his body so that he was on top of you. he lowered his head to your boob as slightly used his tongue to head around the area of your nipple.

stiles couldn’t help but groan as your body smelled sweet. his tongue clenched around your hard nipple, and you moaned out in peace. he slightly chuckled at your noise, but still was focused. he unlatched his mouth, and slightly placed his lips onto yours. he pulled back, “i want you to taste yourself.” your eyes widened but you complied as he stuck his tongue into your mouth. your eyes got heavier as he slid his hand up your bare body.

he made out with you to help you release some tension. you felt on cloud nine as your soft lips intertwined with yours. he removed his lips, and slowly smirked. “what are you up to stilinski?”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“round 2?”

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Stiles blurb with him and the reader having a little makeout session then Scott barges in and Scott looks like a proud parent 😭😭

“Easy…easy, Princess—”

“Stiles…come on—”

“Shh. You can be patient, can’t you?”

You lean back and catch his eye, offering a flat look. “Have you met me?”

He grins, chuckling under his breath as he smooths his palms up your spine while tugging you closer. “Touché.”

With that, his kisses return to your throat, teeth scraping down your feverish skin as your head drops back and your eyes fall closed.

You’ve never needed someone so badly. So urgently. So salaciously. He’s fucking everything.

And he knows it.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmurs, nose nudging under your jaw. “Not after all that begging you did earlier.”

You whimper despite yourself, fingers in his hair as he rolls your hips over his.

“It was cute.” He nips at your chest. “Hearing you beg me to touch you. Watching you squirm in your seat. Put my hand between your thighs under the table. In the middle of the goddamn library, too. S’that how bad you needed me?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Your cheeks are already flushed, and your mind is hazy but Stiles doesn’t care.

The sadistic prick.

“Does history turn you on? Is that it?” he teases, smirking when you whisper his name. “Had to drag me to the nurse's office just to fuck me? Is that it?”

“Stiles—”

“Say it,” he hisses, hand around the back of your neck as he squeezes, forcing your eyes on his. “Go on. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me how bad you fucking need me—”

“Stiles—”

“Stiles?”

The sound of a third voice brings your attention to the door, both of your eyes widening as you find Scott with his head peeking in from the hallway.

His eyebrow cocks up when he realizes what he’s walked into, blinking quickly as he mumbles, “Oh, my bad. Malia said you weren’t...feeling…well?”

Neither you nor Stiles move, somehow frozen as Scott’s mouth begins to turn up in a rather smug smirk.

“But I see you’re feeling much better now,” he declares, nodding his chin at the two of you. “Carry on, Obi-Wan.”

And with that, he slips back into the hall and closes the door, leaving Stiles to groan as he drops his forehead onto your chest. “He gets the reference wrong every fucking time, I swear to God—”

“I thought you locked the door,” you laugh as you slip off his lap to do just that. “It’s like you want to get caught.”

He watches you suspiciously as you return to him, grabbing onto your hips as you straddle his waist. “Oh, I’m the one who wants to get caught, huh? When you were screaming so loud last time, half the station heard you.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you had to have me right then and there,” you argue. “I mean, your dad was a few hundred feet away—”

“Right, and we would have gotten away with it, if you hadn’t done exactly what I said not to do, and moaned—”

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” you suddenly whisper in a needy purr, dipping down to ghost your lips over his as your fingers drag through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. “Can never help it when it comes to you.”

And suddenly, he’s not so upset anymore, hands tugging at you until you both go crashing back against the small mattress.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your skirt.

Your breath hitches.

“Then let’s make it two for two.”

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goofygooberdays · 1 year

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Stiles Stilinski: Teen Wolf

“Alright, how about this? Next time I see him, I’ll give him the field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with “F”, end with “U”.”

I found all these pictures on Pinterest.

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stilinskibaby · 2 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀❁﹒⠀⠀🎤﹒⠀ ♡⠀﹒MASTERLIST

𓊆 DYL + CHARAS 𓊇

๑ handsy post void stiles ( smut blurb )

๑ dark stiles au ( hc )

๑ early season stiles ( hc )

๑ stiles + sleeping ( angsty fluff blurb )

๑ sex with stiles ( ficlet smut )

๑ brother's best friend ( fic, stiles x mccall!reader, angst, smut and fluff )

๑ nsfw alphabet

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating stiles

๑ dating fratboy!stiles

๑ dylan obrien, the man that you are.

𓊆 TEEN WOLF GEN 𓊇

๑ random teen wolf headcanons

𓊆 THEO RAEKEN 𓊇

๑ theo + fucking

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating theo raeken

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writingsbychlo · 11 months

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Omg, i LOVE your firefighter!tommy series!! I can’t get into any other Dylan Obrien series ever since bc none compare!! I was wondering if you were ever gonna write more blurbs for it? I’d love to read more!!

my DOB era is over so I won’t be writing any more for it, but I’m so happy to know it’s still so loved after all this time!! thank you 🤍

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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Misc Masterlist

* indicates smut

Dylan Obrien

> cockwarming (blurb)

Stuart Twombly

Mitch Rapp

Stiles Stilinski

Void Stiles

Colin (Not Okay)

Joel (Love and Monsters)

Moodboards

> bodyguard!mitch rapp

> vampire!stiles

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wileyswillowaly · 2 years

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(Dylan x Original Character)

Part One.

Dylan’s POV.

While sitting on my bed re-watching Teen Wolf on Netflix, the series that made me visible to people, the series that made me realize my talent, the series where I met friends who almost treats me like a part of their family, and most importantly, the series where I met the love of my life, Kayla Elizabeth Hale-O’Brien.

Kayla and I met on the Teen Wolf set on February 1, 2010, the first day of filming. We became fast friends. When I first saw her, it was like falling in love at first sight. Until I met her, I didn’t believe in that kind of cliché because it is, after all, a cliché. But then I saw her. She was officially a part of the Teen Wolf production staff, and she was responsible for my on-screen appearance, so she was almost always present. I stated my feelings for her till I couldn’t take it any longer, and she admitted that she had felt the same way ever since she first lay eyes on me, but had been afraid to admit it because she was afraid of being rejected. My heart would have sunk if I hadn’t disclosed to her about my affections for her on that day.

Afterwards, we began to engage in the kind of secret relationship that most actors engage in when they don’t want to be rumored, but something compelled me to speak out about my relationship with her in public because I am literally head over heels in love with her and I want everyone to know, because for the love of God, she was my first girlfriend and my first love. I didn’t fight the temptation because, in a previous interview, I had spoken candidly about my dating issues. And it felt nice. It was comforting to know that the general public is aware of my relationship with the woman I love.

And then, in a split second, we were married on the very day we met for the first time. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that she was going to be standing next to me at the altar, and that she was going to be the mother of my future children. I realized what true love was the first moment I laid eyes on her.

11 years have passed, and I’m still head over heels in love with her. Even though she’s mine, I can’t stop falling in love with her.

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it. Just how fast the night really changes.

I was about to watch another episode when I heard the door open and saw a little girl, my five-year-old toddler.

“Daddy,” she called.

“Hey, baby, something wrong?” I immediately put my laptop aside and sit to a proper sitting position. “You okay? Come here.”

The brunette-haired toddler then walked in front of me.

“Can I sleep here with you?” she muttered.

She’s undoubtedly still afraid of being alone in her room at night. Her mama is out of town today, so she miss Kayla’s habit of lulling her into a deep slumber in her own bed. As friends since Teen Wolf, Holland and Crystal wanted to take my wife away from me for a morning and afternoon hangout, and I accepted even though it would take many hours.

“Of course, baby.” I smiled and I gladly picked her up to put her on bed, pulling a blanket over her.

“Hey, where’s your teddy bear? You always hug it when you’re sleeping.” I asked as I stroke her hair lovingly.

She has this teddy bear that my bestfriend, Tyler, got her when she was born, and she hasn’t been able to take her hands off of that teddy bear since then.

“I can just hug you, Daddy.” She replied.

What a sweet human being.

With my heart throbbing with love, I simply smiled and went undercovers with her, cuddling her and letting her know how much love her.

“Love you, Abby.” I said.

“Love you too, Daddy,” she replied and yawned.

And with that, I kissed her forehead and let her fall asleep on my chest.

Kayla’s POV.

I instantly put out my keys to enter my house when Crystal and Holland dropped me off, knowing that I already miss my husband and child, even if I’d only been gone for six hours. Besides, it’s almost 7 p.m., and I haven’t cooked yet; they’re surely hungry by now.

Honestly, I’d rather stay at home with Dylan in bed and play with Abby, but Holland called and said she missed Crystal and I and that we should get together. I was hesitant at first, but decided to go ahead and do it because I missed hanging out with them too.

After entering the house, I was a little surprised to see Dylan not there, because he’s usually the one who sits on the couch and watches The Mets, roaring with delight everytime they score a run.

“Babe? I’m home.” I yelled.

As soon as I didn’t get an answer, I went upstairs and opened the door to our bedroom. When I opened the door, I found my daughter curled up on her father’s chest. Even the fact that they were sleeping makes my heart throb with love for them. Fuck this hormones.

I smiled and turned the lights back off again. I don’t want to wake them just yet; they look as serene as the wind, and I’m not about to interfere with that. Instead, I walked downstairs to the kitchen and began preparing Dylan’s favorite meal, chicken cutlets with broccoli and rice pilaf. I think Abby received it from her father, because she enjoys it as much as he does.

Dylan’s POV.

When I woke up, I noticed some arms wrapped around my waist, and it was my daughter. Oh, well, I suppose we both fell asleep at this point.

Although I long to cuddle up with my daughter, I have yet to see Kayla; she is, after all, still not here, I guess. Consequently, I carefully moved Abby’s arms around me, and by carefully, I meant extremely delicately, because I didn’t want to wake her up in the middle of her sleep. She hates it. Then, after properly standing up, I threw the blanket back over her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead, smiling.

Eventually, I left the bedroom, still wearing my blue checkered pajamas and gray t-shirt. I was immediately drawn in by the smell of someone cooking, and it was something that I knew I would enjoy eating very much. My nose can already tell that these are chicken cutlets, even without looking at them.

When I got to the kitchen, I noticed a brunette woman with her hair in a bun and wearing a nightgown – it was my wife.

My smile couldn’t be suppressed as I silently walked towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist, which caused her to flinch a little bit.

“Oh, God, baby, you scared me.” Kayla laughed a little, turning around to see me, my hands still on her waist.

“Aw, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” I replied and stared at her lips briefly before kissing it. We pulled back and chuckled a little. “So, how are my babies?” I asked as I kneeled and moved my palm to her belly to caress it softly as I look at her.

That’s right. She’s carrying my child in her womb. We haven’t revealed the gender yet since we wanted to keep it a surprise for ourselves. She’s been pregnant for seven months, and in two months, I’ll finally meet the person I’ve been looking forward to meeting.

Being pregnant really suits her though. She looks hella sexy carrying my child.

“Well, your other baby here was doing nothing but kicking when Crystal took us out to eat.” She replied, putting her hand on her bump besides mine. “I think the baby’s missing his/her daddy’s touch and morning kisses.”

“Oh, is that so? You missed Daddy?” I talked to her bump. “I guess I should make it up to you then.” I smiled and started kissing her belly, chuckling softly until we felt her kick.

“I think that’s his/her own way of saying “I love you, Daddy.”” Kayla said.

“Well, I love you more, and I can’t wait to see you, my love.” I said, placing a kiss on her bump once more.

Even the notion of seeing my second child makes my heart melt. This is exactly how I felt when Kayla announced that she was pregnant with our Abbigail. I couldn’t have been happier the moment I knew Abby was growing within Kayla’s tummy, and I still feel the same way about our second child.

“Okay, that’s enough, I should go back to cooking if you wanna eat your favorite.” Kayla smiled. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”

“Okay,” I stood up and kissed her lips briefly and pulled away. “Wait, one more.” I added and kissed her again before pulling away, still unsatisfied. “Okay, again.” I laughed a little and kissed her again. “Damn, woman. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

“Cute. Now shooo, I’m still cooking,” she said and I just rolled my eyes but couldn’t help a smile.

Kayla’s POV.

I set the meals on the table when I finished cooking them, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Dylan’s reaction when he started eating. When it comes to his favorite things, he’s always like this.

“My God, mmm, this is so good.” Dylan said with his mouth full.

“I know,” I replied.

“God, Kayla, you’re really the best.”

“Yeah, there’s really no time for sappiness right now, babe.”

“There is too. You’re just freaking good. I love you so freaking much.” He said.

I just smiled in response.

“So, what were you two doing before I got home? Abby seems exhausted.” I asked as we eat.

“Well, after you left the house, she immediately got bored and asked me to go in her room so that we can play tea party with Mr. Bear, the usual.” He replied that made me smile. “After that, I went back to bed and re-watched season 3 of Teen Wolf, at which time I realized that I was frickin’ amazing. Void Stiles was, and continues to be, the coolest. Oh, and I also spent some time on Twitter watching fan edits. It’s just amusing because even though I’m no longer active in the outside world, they still continue to support me,” he grinned. “And then, Abby suddenly came up to our room asking if she can sleep there. She probably couldn’t sleep without you around.”

Since finding out I was pregnant with Abby, Dylan has taken a break from acting and from the outside world. He has also taken a break from his Twitter account, he has taken a break from everything else. He said that he needs to devote his time to our family, which is why he is rejecting down offers for projects every time someone writes him with an offer. I don’t think he’s taking a break anymore; it’s almost as if he’s decided to retire from acting for good.

“I guess you two really had fun, huh.” I chuckled softly.

“Oh, you bet we had. She’s fun to play with and she’s a very calm person unlike those other spoiled brats out there.” Dylan said. “You really raised her well.”

“Hey, we raised her together, we raised her well.” I said and he couldn’t help but smile.

“We sure did.”

After we finished eating, I immediately placed our plates in the sink so that I could wash them and then go to bed.

“Babe, you look tired,” Dylan said. “Why don’t you just go upstairs and sleep, I’ll take care of the dishes, hmm?”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah. You need to rest.” He replied, moving one of his hands to my belly.

“All right.” I replied. He smiled, putting a hand behind my head to kiss my forehead.

Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, a notion occurred to me.

“Hey, Dyl?” as I turned to face him, I took a few steps forward.

“Mmm?” he hummed, looking at me as he turned the faucet off.

“What are your thoughts on resuming your acting career?” I asked.

He appeared to be fairly taken aback by what I said, judging by the fact that he stopped cleaning the dishes.

“Why?” he asked, facing me.

“I saw how your eyes glowed in the dim light of the moment. When I asked as to how your day had gone, you responded by exclaiming how fantastic you were back then. You love acting,” I said. “It’s been four years, Dylan.”

“Kayla, we already have Abby and the other one coming up, I don’t want anyone or anything to take away my time from them or from you. I want to be by their side at all times. I want our children to know that their father will always be there for them, no matter what happens. I want to watch them grow up.”

He’s such a great dad that it even hurts sometimes.

“And they will know that,” I said.

“Believe me when I say that being back in the business has a number of downsides. Since meeting you, Kayla, I’ve had the distinct impression that I don’t want to go anywhere when you’re not around. That may come across as sappy as hell, but I’m telling the truth.” Dylan replied. “I don’t wanna be busy by something else.”

“Even if it’s the career you love? Babe, I want you to be happy, I love seeing you happy.”

“And I am happy. I’m happy with the family I’m building with you. I don’t think I could get more happier than I am now, Kaylz,” Dylan said.

“But you could,” I respond. “I remember the first time seeing you on set of Teen Wolf and you were practically telling every person that you know that you’re gonna be seen on TV. You seemed so joyful, and I honestly believe I have never encountered a man who was more passionate about his work. I also recall how passionate you were about your Maze Runner series, and how you expressed delight that people were beginning to get to know you better. You were so thrilled that day that you burst into tears. Those were the moments when I realized how much you enjoy reading scripts and bringing those words to life. Go back to acting, Dyl.”

As I tried to figure out what he was actually feeling, I just smiled at him the entire time. Then, as he got further closer to me, he cupped my cheeks with his bare hands, and I felt his thumb lightly caressing each cheek.

“How are you real?” he asked. “Most people would just prefer to get their husbands locked up to take care of their children.”

“But I’m not most people. Watch it, O’Brien.”

He just laughed softly in response. He knows how I hate being compared to other people so much.

He then moved his hands from my cheek back to my waist.

“You really know me damn well, Kayla, it scares me sometimes.” Dylan said and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re right. I do miss acting, especially the part where you meet new friends and messing up lines too is one, ‘cause it’s hilarious sometimes.”

“But, I don’t want to leave you here alone, especially with two kids and chores, I don’t want to- I don’t know, it seems like I’m running away from my responsibility as a father and a husband.”

What a cutie.

“God, Dyl, you aren’t running away from your responsibility, you simply just miss acting. And even if you try to run away, you wouldn’t, ‘cause I would definitely kill you without any trace,” I joked.

“But, Kaylz-”

“Babe, stop. Seriously. Do acting again. End of the argument,” I said. “It’s not an order, I’m just trying to speak up for your heart.”

And all of a sudden he hugged me.

“I love you, do you know that?” he asked.

“After you left your career for our family? I might have a little knowledge about that.” I replied.

I couldn’t see his face because it was hidden behind my neck, but I could tell he was smiling.

“Thank you, babe. Not just now, but for all the words you say that I always wanted to hear. You’re literally the best,” Dylan said as he look at me again.

“There you go again with your sappiness. Weird, but I love it.” I replied that made him smile. “So, is that official? You gonna go back now?”

“Yes. And I promise, I wouldn’t do any kissing scenes with someone if there is, I would just use my dead ringer to do it.”

“You better wouldn’t,” I joked. “Don’t like to share you with anyone.”

“Yes, Mrs. O’Brien, I got your word. This lips is only for you.”

“Good.”

“Let’s seal it then, yeah?”

I simply nodded and smiled, to which he responded by kissing me. As he kisses me, I can almost taste the smile that has been captured in his lips. So supple and delicate.

Then, he pulled away.

“Thank you so much, Kayla. Thank you for everything.” Dylan said before he kissed my forehead.

• 2 months later •

“Oh, my God! No way!” I suddenly heard an excited masculine voice coming from the kitchen – obviously Dylan.

“What is it?” I yelled, sitting up on the couch with my cardigan around me and a blanket wrapped around my waist.

We didn’t get an answer, but we did hear footsteps. When Abby, who was playing on the floor with her toys while watching television, looked at me with a puzzled expression, wondering what was going on, I gave her the same expression.

Then I noticed Dylan racing through the living room, his face beaming with delight.

“Babe, what is going-”

“Guess what?” Dylan asked and I simply raised an eyebrow. “I got the part.”

“You got the what? What are you talking abo- holy shit!” I cussed, not even aware that our daughter’s listening. “Oh, my God, you got the part!”

“That’s what I said!”

“Dyl, you have like two movies and a short film coming out a couple months from now, that’s amazing!”

See, when I told Dylan to get back into acting, he instantly told her sister Julia about it, and she was thrilled to hear it. It was her sister who broke the news to her parents and posted it on social media, which made Dylan’s followers weep and sigh in anticipation of seeing him again. Of course, Dylan was delighted to learn that they’ve been there for him even though he’s been away for so long.

He auditioned for Richie in “The Outfit” and Colin in “Not Okay” a week ago, and now he has both roles, which is amazing. He’s such a great actor. Taylor Swift’s “All Too Well” short film will also feature him, and we both gasped when we saw the email about it because who wouldn’t? Taylor Swift is one of our favorite singers. There were some kissing sequences in his brief reading of the screenplay, and he was hesitant to accept the job because of it. I just laughed and said it’s fine, as long as he doesn’t mean it. That’s what performers do, after all. I think all the movies here in U.S.A has a kissing scene. What a country.

“I know! Oh, my God! There’s so many projects going on and it feels really nice to be back.”

I smiled. “I’m so happy for you, babe. I know you don’t need my words anymore to tell you’d nail those roles, but you’re gonna do great. Absolutely great. You’re my best actor.”

He then kneeled on the floor and grab my hands as he look at me.

“Hey, I'm always gonna need my number one fan’s words. Your kind of words. No matter how many motivations are around me, you’re still the one I’m going to keep looking for.” Dylan said.

“Thank you, Kaylz. Literally. God, I love you so much,” he said as he’s caressing my bump softly, giving it a kiss right after.

Then, we heard a clapping noise.

“Congratulations, Daddy!” Abby grinned as she look at her father. “You’re the best!”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Dylan smile, sitting on the floor and placing Abby on his lap. “Thank you, baby.”

Following that, we enjoyed a short period of celebration with just the three of us. Since Dylan has a slew of ongoing projects, we need to take the time to celebrate as a family.

“Hey, you already look tired. How ‘bout I’ll take you upstairs? Hmm?” Dylan asked as he’s cupping my cheek.

I just nod since I’m really exhausted. After Dylan assisted me in getting into bed, he left the room for a brief moment to check on Abby, who had fallen asleep first and needed to be carried to her room by Dylan.

After some time had passed, he returned to the room, his gaze finding mine, which had been waiting for him. I simply cannot sleep without him snuggling me. It’s uncomfortable. He then sat alongside me as I moved closer to him, his arm around my shoulder.

“Babe...” I heard him call.

“Mmm?” I hummed with my eyes closed.

“Y’know, we don’t have a name for him or her yet.” Dylan replied, referring to our baby as he reached his palm to my belly to caress it gently.

We haven’t decided on a specific name for our child yet because we agreed to talk about it once I’m already in my due month, which will make it more thrilling.

“You’re right. Do you have any name ideas yet?” I asked, looking up at him.

“I kind of do,” he replied. “If it’s a boy, I want to name him Stiles.”

“Stiles?”

“Yeah. Aside from that really is a rare and an awesome name, that’s also the name of my character from where all this started. Stiles.”

I love how he still haven’t forgotten where everything started. It’s as though he treasures everything, and that’s one of the things I admire about him.

“Okay. Let’s name him Stiles if it’s a boy.” I agreed. He grinned in response as he grabs my hand, playing with my knuckles as we talk.

“How ‘bout you? Do you have any other name idea?”

“If it’s a girl, I was thinking, I’d like to name her Stella. I don’t know, but I just really love that name for some unknown reasons.”

“Stella? It’s pretty. I love it. Stiles and Stella. Wow, that’s actually lovely.”

I remember the time we thought about Abby’s name which was a difficult decision because it was our first child and we weren’t sure if the name we choose would suit her. We weren’t sure. But, in the end, we settled on Eliza Abbigail. Dylan had actually thought about her given name, and he said that he derived it from my middle name “Elizabeth,” which was rather adorable.

“It is, but I think this baby deserves a middle name,” I replied.

“Like what?”

“Rhodes.” I answered.

It’s Dylan’s middle name that he got from his mother’s middle name.

“Rhodes? My middle name?”

“Yeah. It sounds good and I like it. I want to keep it a cycle.” I replied. “Stiles Rhodes O’Brien or Stella Rhodes O’Brien.”

When I looked up, I saw him smiling, and he kissed the top of my head with affection.

“I love it.”

I just smiled at him in response. I didn’t hesitate as he lifted my chin up slightly to offer me a kiss on the lips.

“I’m so excited to meet him or her,” he said.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

We both dozed off shortly after that.

It was just a few hours later that I was awakened by an unexplained gush of fluid that I couldn’t stop. I was going to move, when I realized I was spooning Dylan with our fingers interlocked.

I had the sensation that I was going to wet myself, but it wasn’t a gush like you see in movies or on television. In fact, I’m not even sure if I just wet myself or if my water literally broke just now. In the midst of attempting to pull my hand away from Dylan’s grasp in order to sit up, I felt a sharp contraction, which caused me to squeeze Dylan’s hand as my other hand grasped his arm that was wrapped around me.

I was aware of his movement and realized he was already awake.

“Babe, you okay? Something wrong? What’s happening?” he asked with his tired voice.

I can feel myself getting hot as beads of sweat begin to gather on my brow and travel down my cheeks and down my face. What’s happening?! I locked my gaze on him and delivered a look that I’d delivered countless times before, but this time it was much more deadly than before. “My water just broke!”

Dylan’s eyes widen and they trail down to my shorts as he sees a big wet spot on the center of my pants that is also seeping through the sheets. “What?!”

“I’m having a baby right now...” I took short breaths to calm myself down.

“Fuck, right now?!”

“YES! Get your car keys and take me to the fucking hospital!” I exclaimed losing my patience, not bothering to calm my anger down on him.

“Shit, okay, okay.” He flinched while jumping off the bed, running to the closet, grabbing his black converse, slipping them on. He takes one of my sweaters from a hanger and a pair of shoes, running back to the bed. “Okay, can you stand?”

I nodded my head slowly, swinging my legs around the bed deliberately not wanting my stomach to hurt more. But that didn’t work since another contraction hit my stomach. “Ahh!” I stopped over in agony, clutching my stomach as tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Kaylz, it’s okay, let me help you.” Dylan frowned as he kneeled on the ground, picked up my ankle, and slipped one black moccasin onto my foot before repeating the process with the other. Slowly, he rises up and reaches out his hands, taking my arms and carefully pulling me up till my feet are touching the carpet. “There you go... now, let me put this on you.” He walks behind me and assists me in tucking my arms into the jacket sleeves and resting the sweater on me.

He goes back in front and tightens the sweater on me. He goes to the dresser and grabs the keys and wallet next to the T.V and rushes back to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Okay, come on.”

He helped me walk outside our bedroom and helped me take smaller steps as we got down the long stairs. After that, we proceed through the living room on our way to the front door. I felt another contraction as he was about to open the door, causing me to halt walking and double over once more. “Oh God!”

Dylan stops and looks at me with a worried look on his face. “Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to make it.” He said, pulling me closer to his body as he turns the knob to the right and opens the door. We step out of the house and he closes the door, locking the doorknob.

We walk to his convertible outside the driveway, I noticed Dylan taking his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. He rests the phone against his ear once we stopped at the passenger door.

“Julia? ... I’m sorry I woke you up, but Kayla is going into labor. Tell Mom and Dad. Abby’s in her room sleeping, come quick.” Dylan said panicking as he’s calling his sister. He opens the passenger door and helps me get inside the car, buckling the seatbelt for me. “No, I am not kidding! Kayla is having contractions already and I’m taking her to the hospital right now.” He kisses my cheek and steps back closing my door. He rushes around the car and opens his side of the door, getting inside, slamming the door at the process. “Yeah, I’m taking her over there right now, just meet us there...” there was a long pause. “... All right, I’ll see you soon. Be careful.” He hangs up the phone and throws it in the cup holder, then he sticks the key in the ignition making it come alive.

I pant short breaths feeling sweat all over my body in this heat. “What did your sister say...?” I asked quietly.

“She’s on her way here to look after Abby and she’s calling your parents to come to the hospital.” He answered, looking both ways on the road and driving backwards from the driveway. “Don’t worry, just keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll get there in no time.” His hand moves the gear shift on Drive and drives out of the neighborhood at full speed.

Oh God, I hope he’s right by how fast he’s driving!

Part Two.

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trashinaglass-archive · 4 years

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Luna

Request: Okay...I've been waiting for this... Can I please have a big serving of dad Dylan O'Brien, like him gushing about the reader and their son in interviews or bringing them to set when he was on teen wolf?

A/n: When I say this made me laugh and then melt, i mean I freaking LAUGHED and MELTED reading this. Such a cute concept and to start it off with “I’ve been waiting for this”. I’m dying. Thank you so much.

Btw this gif is from my fav teen wolf panel so that’s why I chose it

“So things have really changed since the last time we saw you,” the host of Young Hollywood started the interview as you looked on, a small smile on your face as you knew what she was hinting at.

“Yeah, I finally got a haircut. Thanks for noticing,” Dylan jokes as he ran a hand through his hair, looking to you before laughing. You chuckled as you watched the host’s face turn toward the camera with a defeated smile. “No, yeah. We had a baby.”

“You had a baby!” She repeated gleefully. “How exciting is that?”

“It’s crazy, but yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without her now; she’s amazing. Even if she acts just like me,” he added with a chuckle.

“How old is she now?”

“Just turned four,” he answered, nodding his head as the host awed. “She’s adorable, it’s ridiculous.”

“What was it like getting to introduce her to your Teen Wolf cast mates?”

Dylan smiled at the memory, excited to share. “It was insane, yeah. I was kind of able to grow up with them, and it was such a crazy moment to introduce my kid to the people that knew me when I was basically still a kid, you know? And who would have ever thought that I, of all people, would be having the first Teen Wolf baby?”

The host giggled, “yeah, my bets would’ve been on Crystal.”

“Right?!” Dylan laughed. “But yeah, we got to let her hang out on set for a while, tried to get her in a few shots, you know.”

“Get that acting exposure,” she played along.

“Yeah, get her started young.”

“So I wanted to ask- her name is Luna Scott. Can you please confirm what all the fans are hoping her name means?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “It’s exactly what everyone thinks. Teen Wolf is a huge part of my life, and my wife’s- she worked as a makeup artist on set, you know, that’s how we met, and so we figured the best way to kind of commemorate that was to give our daughter that namesake. So Luna means moon and Scott is our best friend and brother.” He ended with a shrug.

“How adorable,” she smiled before transitioning to another topic. You couldn’t help but smile, so grateful that your daughter had such an amazing father to love her. Your attention was pulled away from Dylan when you felt your phone vibrate, you brother’s name highlighting the screen.

“Hello,” you answered, walking away from the set.

“Mommy!” A gleeful squeak met your ears. You laughed, loving the excited tone in her voice.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you greeted her. “What are you doing?”

She giggled before asking her own question, “When are you and daddy come home?”

“Real soon,” you assure her. “Not having fun with your uncle?”

“I am!” She exclaimed. “I made a present for daddy.”

Your heart melted hearing her words. She was a big daddy’s girl, and you loved seeing it play out. “Awe, he’s gonna love it.”

“Mommy, you don’t even know what it is!” Luna giggled.

“But I know you, and you make the best presents,” you told her. “I gotta go, okay? We’ll be there to get you soon.”

“Ok, mommy,” she replied. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Luney Tune!” You smiled, hearing her laugh at the nickname. She had been obsessed with Looney Toons since she was two, so the name only came naturally. You hang up the phone right as Dylan runs to you, almost tackling you in the process. “Oh my gosh!” You exclaim in shock.

“You hung up without letting me say anything?” He asked, genuinely upset.

You roll your eyes and suppress a giggle. “She made you a gift so if you’re ready to go...” you trailed off.

“Then let’s go!” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out and to the car, driving straight to your brothers place.

Dylan drove into the driveway, laughing as he pointed out your daughter waving through the window. She turned around, running further into the house as you got out of the car, walking up to the door.

“Daddy! Look!” She yelled as you opened the door. Luna ran to Dylan, a paper flapping around her tiny fist. He bent down to her level as she pushed the paper into his hands.

“You made this yourself?” He asked, excitement in his voice.

She nodded with a proud smile on her face. “Yeah! It’s you and mommy and me and puppy!”

“This is so beautiful, bud. Thank you so much,” he picked her up, hugging her to him. She scrambled out of his arms before running to you, showing you the portrait, the paper held tightly between her fingers on either side.

“It’s gorgeous, Lu,” you told her. “Told you Daddy would love it.”

She smiled shyly and turned back around, her head leaning against Dylan’s shoulder. “Right!” He said as he scooped her up in his arms, standing as she squeeled in excitement. “Why don’t head home and put this masterpiece on the fridge?”

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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could you write something please with a reader being the mother of dylan’s son and like their son of 3/4 years ends up being really protective of his mom and jealous and like whenever dylan calls the reader baby or love their son also calls his moms like that. or when dylan starts to kiss the reader their son just broke their kiss saying no papa it’s my mommy and dylan tells him that’s he was there before him

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

The sound of a children's show played in the background as Dylan worked on his computer. His son's eyes, near duplicates of his own, watched as the characters sang and danced across the screen. He cherished the quiet moments like this with his family the most. He could hear you moving around in the back of the house doing something, the small tapping of Tony's nails against the hardwood floor as he followed you everywhere.

Dylan was always amazed at how quickly his life had changed over the last few years. His career was snowballing with jobs and roles coming in more than ever before. But his personal life was growing since he'd met you. He'd fallen in love, married, and how you both shared a son with the want to have more children.

The sound of footsteps caused his head to pop up and away from his computer, a small smile tugging on his lips as he watched you walk into the living room. No matter what, you always made his heart race and left him breathless.

"How's working coming along? Any good scripts?" You asked, walking around to sit on the couch beside him.

"A few, I'm marking the ones I like and sending them to my manager." Dylan set his laptop to the side before moving to face you more.

His arm stretched over the back of the couch the two of you sat on. Your son continued to play in front of the tv, his attention drawn away from the show still playing on the television. Dylan moved to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, kissing along the side of your neck, before kissing your lips softly. You giggle slightly against his lips - a noise that caught your son's attention.

"No...no...no..." a small child-like voice sounded, small feet rushing toward you.

Soon small hands grabbed at both your legs, making you pull away and look down at your son.

"Mommy...no, mine...my mommy." He whined and whimpered, reaching his hands out to you in a reaching motion.

Dylan couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh as you reached down to grab your son. Since turning three, your little man has been in a new phase. A phase where he get's jealous any time Dylan shows you any sort of affection in front of him. He has a small little tantrum and always tries to pull Dylan away from you. All of you think of it as funny - except your son.

"My mommy," He pouts, his lower lip stuck out as he glared at his father. "No kisses."

"I can't kiss mommy?" Dylan asked. "Why not? Daddy loves kissing mommy."

"No! Mine!" Your son reaches over and wraps his arms around your neck and hugs you tightly. "Mine."

"Ok, baby, ok..." You rubbed his back softly. "Daddy is sorry."

"Can't even kiss my own wife." Dylan shakes his head and laughs again.

"I'm sure when the next one comes, she's gonna be a daddy's girl." You smiled, one of your hands reaching down to rub your slightly growing belly.

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mysticallystilinski · 4 months

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stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself

can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭

I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES

has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.

the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.

a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.

being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.

you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.

stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.

“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.

you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.

“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.

you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.

you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.

you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.

“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”

your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.

“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.

while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.

he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”

he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.

you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.

his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.

at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.

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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭

“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”

You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”

“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”

You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”

To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”

“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”

His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”

“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”

He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”

You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed.

He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”

Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”

His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.

“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”

“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”

“Yes, Princess?”

You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”

Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”

“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”

“Stiles—”

“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”

“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”

“Words, Princess.”

But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.

Which…to be fair, it probably was.

“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”

You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”

“He can wait.”

You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”

“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”

Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.

And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.

He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns.

“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”

Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—

“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”

He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor.

And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.

And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.

He makes you better, too.

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mrsevans1328 · 6 years

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215 Cute Prompt List

Please feel free to submit a request and reblog. Just some basic rules:

1) This list is purely for fluff blurbs/imagines. I am working on a different list for smut prompts/blurbs etc. So please do not request any smut from this list, thank you

2) Pick a prompt (obviously), and a character from the list below :

Shawn Mendes - Dylan O’Brien/Stiles Stilinski - any Teen Wolf character or their respective actor/actress - Tom Holland/Peter Parker

3) Please do not request a prompt that I have already written or am in the process of writing. Finished prompts will have a “ ** “ by it, works in progress will have “ ~ “ by it, followed by who the character in the blurb is. Only reason for this is there are over 200 prompts available to choose from. Once the list gets fuller, I will make repeats available.

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1. “ Not you again.. “

2. “ Leave me alone. “

3. “ Why do you hate me? ”

4. “ I lost the baby. ” ~ Shawn Mendes

5. “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

6. “ We cant keep this up forever. ”

7. “ You’re a disappointment. ”

8. “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”

9. “ I never meant to hurt you. ” ~ Dylan O’Brien

10. “ Are you upset with me? ” ** - Shawn Mendes

11. “ I’m going to kill you! ”

12. “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

13. “ Dont call this number again. “

14. “ Why did you spare me? ”

15. “ I’m sick. ”

16. “ I’m dying. ”

17. “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

18. “ I thought we were family!”

19. “ There was never an us. ”

20. “ I fucked up. ”

21. “ I came to say goodbye. ”

22. “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

23. “ About the baby… Its yours. ” ~ Shawn Mendes

24. “ Dance with me! ”

25. “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

26. “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

27. “ Will you marry me? ”

28. “ I’m pregnant. ” ** - Shawn Mendes

29. “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

30. “ Do you trust me? ”

31. “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

32. “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

33. “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

34. “ I want to take care of you. ”

35. “ Can we cuddle? ”

36. “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

37. “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” ** - Shawn Mendes

38. “ Is that my shirt? ”

39. “ How did we get here? ”

40. “ You own my heart. ”

41. “ You’d be a great dad. ”

42. “ I want to protect you. ”

43. “ You’re so beautiful. ”

44. “ Is that a new perfume? ”

45. “ Stop being so cute. ”

46. “ You’re making me blush! ”

47. “ You’re teasing me again… ”

48. “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

49. “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

50. “ Of course I remembered! ”

51. “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”

52. “ Are you jealous? ”

53. “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

54. “ Are you drunk? ”

55. “ We cant go in there… ”

56. “ Well this is just great. ”

57. “ Don’t touch me. ”

58. “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

59. “ I don’t remember that! ”

60. “ Get that thing away from me! ”

61. “ You owe me. ”

62. “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

63. “ Are you hitting on me? ”

64. “ You did what?! ”

65. “ Why are you bleeding? ”

66. “ Where did all these puppies come from?”

67. “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

68. “ That wasn’t funny. ”

69. “ Are you mad at me? ”

70. “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

71. “ Let me help you with that. ”

72. “ Take that back! ”

73. “ I brought you your coffee. ”

74. “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

75. “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” ~ Shawn Mendes

76. “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

77. “ Was I really that drunk? ”

78. “Give me back my phone! ”

79. “ Are you cold? ”

80. “ This place gives me the creeps. "

81. “ It’s just your imagination. ”

82. “ Stop being such a baby. ”

83. “ Go back to bed. ”

84. “ Are you okay? ”

85. “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

86. “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

87. “ Put me down! ”

88. “ There’s only one bed… ” ~ Shawn Mendes

89. “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

90. “ How did I loose it? ”

91. “ I read your diary. ” ** - Shawn Mendes

92. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” ~ Shawn Mendes

93. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” ~ Shawn Mendes

94. “And you wonder why you’re still single.” ~ Shawn Mendes

95. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

96. “Were you dropped on your head?”

97. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

98. “If I survive, can I go home?”

99. “My middle finger salutes you.”

100. “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

101. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

102. “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

103. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” ~ Shawn Mendes

104. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

105. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

106. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

107. “I need therapy after this.”

108. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

109. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

110. “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”

111. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

112. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

113. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

114. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

115. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

116. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

117. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

118. “You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.”

119. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

120. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

121. “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

122. “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

123. “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”

124. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

125. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

126. “I like you. You’re different.”

127. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

128. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

129. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

130. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

131. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

132. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

133. “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”

134. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

135. “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

136. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

137. “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”

138. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

139. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything…stupid.”

140. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

141. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

142. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

143. “Are you crying?" "No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”

144. “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

145. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

146. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

147. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

148. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

149. “Such big evil in such a little thing.”

150. “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

151. “And hello to you too… little home wrecker.”

152. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

153. “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

154. “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”

155. “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”

156. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

157. “ She’s not yours. “

158. “ There is no us, there never was. “

159. “ Why didn’t you tell me? “

160. “ If lies keep spewing from those lips then i’ m walking out that door. “

161. “ Are you ever going to listen? “

162. “ Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me. “

163. “ Shhh. I know. “ ~ Tom Holland

164. “ Tell me a story. “

165. “ Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we’ve done. “

166. “ All he ever did was use you. Why can’t you see that? “

167. “ Alcohol’s the only constant in my life. “

168. “ I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart. “

169. “ You’re married!! “

170. “ He’s a fuck-boy and he’s never going to treat you better than this. “

171. “ H-how long? “

172. “ You still wear my hoodie? “

173. “ I’m too sober for this bullshit. “

174. “ How did you imagine our future together? “

175. “ That was supposed to be me, not him. “ ~ Dylan O’Brien

176. “ I didn’t have a choice. “

177. “ Compromise. "

178. “ His finger was right on the trigger but he wasn’t fast enough. “

179. “ Leave him and marry me. “

180. “ It’s okay if you have to go. “

181. “ Always and forever. “

182. “ You always cared more about her than you ever did about me. “

183. “ You had a kid and decided to walk out. You don’t get to call the shots round here. “ ~ Shawn Mendes

184. “ I fell for you. “

185. “ Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love? “

186. “ I‘m never going to be good enough for you, am i? “

187. “ He already boarded the plane. We’re too late. “

188. “ That look in his eyes. That was enough to tell me he didn’t feel the same anymore. “

189. “ Who the hell abandons someone they ‘love’? “

190. “ The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up. “

191. “ Meet me upstairs in 10. “

192. “ One more chance. “

193. “ It doesn’t have to be that way. Come with me. “

194. “ I don’t love you. “

195. “ You were my everything. “

196. “ You’re never seeing either of us again. “

197. “ Trust you? You don’t know the meaning of the word. “

198. “ You made me feel loved and wanted and for that, I’ll always love you.”

199. “ She’s lost without you. “ ~ Shawn Mendes

200. “ Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me. “ ~ Tom Holland

201. “ I want to be alone. “

202. “ D-did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? “

203. “ Step out that door and i swear we’re done. “

204. “ What right did you have keeping it from me? “

205. “ Running seems to be all you’re good at. “

206. “ What the fuck is it that’s so funny? “

207. “ She always burned so brightly. “

208. “ We aren’t even in the same book, let alone the same page. “

209. “ I don’t want to live in a world where I’m not with you. “

210. “ Your hair still looks so good. “

211. “ You say this is what you want but your eyes are telling me a different story.“

212. “ Murder was apart of the agenda for today. “

213. “ What if i just break his nose a lil’? “

214. “ Hurry up, before we regret it. "

215. “Didn’t you read the sign?"

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WITH BENEFITS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings : Smut-like content, 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.

Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

Lydia and Kira burst into my apartment to find me in a pink faux leather mini skirt and a lace corset top. “Hey, gorgeous!” Lydia chimed, looking me up and down. “Hi,” I hum back. “Grab anything from the fridge.” The two nod and snatch something out as I finish fixing my hair in the mirror. Once I’m done, I walk over to sit next to them. “So…” Lydia begins. I look at her for a moment, before turning to look at my cup. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks and you and Stiles have done nothing but avoid each other.” I nod my head, “I know…” Kira speaks up softly, “Maybe that’s for the best though?” We both turn towards her. “I mean, they have been arguing less.” I laugh slightly, but Lydia is not as amused. “Yeah, but they aren’t arguing because neither one is hanging out with the group anymore.” I looked at her quickly, “Stiles isn’t going either?” She shakes her head, “He leaves the apartment until Scott texts him to come back.” I sigh, “It’s hard to burry the hatchet, you guys…” They both sit in silence, knowing this is true. Another knock hits my door before two couples walk in - Allison and Isaac and Mason and Corey. We all say our hello’s and they begin to pregame for the soon-to-be party as well. This meant that, luckily, the conversation steers away from Stiles and I... until Liam and Malia come in.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the first time Y/N and Stiles are going to be in the same room since the ultimatum was made?” Everyone turns to Malia. “I know I’m not great with social cues, but come on… We need a game plan.” Everyone stays silent, not sure what to say. “She’s right.” I speak suddenly, surprising everyone. “How are we supposed to plan for you guys to not bitch at each other? If it was that easy, there wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.” Liam comments quickly. I nod my head in agreement, “I know… But we’ve never tried this plan…” I pick up a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “The only time Stiles hasn’t made me wanna kill him is when I’m drunk.”

So, that’s what we did. We all got drunk off our asses in the spirit of making tonight as good as possible. About an hour and ten shots each later, we all started our walk to Scott and Stiles’ apartment for their party. We each walked in and were all greeted by the two hosts despite there already being a rather large crowd. Everyone at the party was pretty drunk, but no one was as drunk as us. A few hours and many more drinks passed before Stiles finally walked over to me. “Hey,” He forced. I rolled my eyes at him, too drunk to care. “Let’s go dance!” I said excitedly. The boy furrows his brows in confusion at me, “Aren’t you supposed to hate me still…” I laugh and shove him playfully, “We’re being friendly now, remember?” Stiles looks at me and laughs slightly, finally realizing how out of it I am.

It was now almost 2:00 AM and everyone but the pack members had left. Scott and Kira had fled to his room not too long ago and the other two couples had left around midnight. Malia was passed out in the corner while Lydia and Liam were arguing about who is Scott’s favorite - an argument that really had no answer to, but in their drunken state needed to be argued.

Conversely, Stiles and I were still dancing. It was a great night, especially for Scott’s ultimatum.

I felt myself yawn, “I think it’s time for me to go home.” Stiles looked down at me, arms still warped around my waist drunkenly. He nodded his head before gasping excitedly, “Stay here!” I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and then looked around at the dirty living room. “Come on, Y/N!” Stiles slurred. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” I laughed at him, not used to seeing this side of him. “Stiles, this place is a disaster.” He looked around for himself before nodding happily, “Stay in my room!” I looked at him in astonishment. “Your room?” He nodded again, “Yeah! I mean Scott wants us to be friends, what’s more friendly than that?” I smiled up at him, his words making a whole lot of sense. “Okay!” We drunkenly walked up the steps to his bedroom, just barely avoiding falling down them. He led me to his room and opened the door. “What?” He smiles as he notices me still standing in the doorway. “Your room,” I smile, “It’s exactly as I would’ve imagined it to be.” He smiles at me sloppily, “You’ve seen my room before.” I nod my head, “Yeah, but I never really looked...” He just smiles again before nodding and sifting through his drawers.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” I shrugged, “I can just sleep in this.” He turns to look at me up and down, “Are you sure?” I shrug again. “I guess I could get a little more comfortable…” He nods his head once, not taking his eyes off me as a new wave of feelings hit me. I unzip my shirt and let it fall down to the ground, revealing the small black underwear on my body. “Got a shirt?” I smirk, still not totally sure of what I was doing. Stiles nods with a nervous gulp before grabbing the closet t-shirt he could feel without tearing his eyes off of me. Stiles threw the shirt over to me, watching as I caught it with ease and turned around. I rip my top off, revealing my bare back to him, and then I slip the t-shirt on over my head. I turn around again and smile. Stiles gulps again before ripping his own shirt and pants off quickly. “Mind if we share a bed?” He says just barely above a whisper. I shake my head and watch as he slips under the covers just before I follow his move. We both turn on our sides and face each other delicately. “You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when I’m drunk.” He laughed quietly, “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re drunk, too.” I scoff and shove him playfully again, but this time Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me slightly closer.

“What are you doing?” I say barely above a whisper, my eyes traveling back and forth from his own eyes and his lips. Stiles doesn’t answer me, but instead takes my gaze as permission. He fills the gap between up in and places his lips on my own. At first, I was taken aback. What the hell was this kid doing? More importantly, why did I like it?

I slithered my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He groaned into my mouth as I inched closer. Stiles began moving his lips down my neck, his hand traveling down my body. I moaned in response before rolling over and straddling him. I sat up and looked huim into his eyes the way he did into mine - with hunger. “Stiles,” I started, through labored breath after the heavy makeup session we just had. “Are you sure we should do this?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like we’re about to ruin a friendship or anything.” I chuckled slightly, nodding my head. “Great,” I smirked. He mirrored my expression but with anticipation. I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt and ripped it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I heard him gasp lightly, “God help me…” I bend down and continue the kiss, but Stiles isn’t satisfied. He rolls me over quickly, removing what was left on my body and diving right in. To say this boy’s tongue was magical is an understatement. It wasn’t too long before I was doing the same to him and listening to his grunts like the radio. He eventually pulled me back up, not wanting to cum in my mouth. We proceeded to roll around the bed in as many positions as we could think of in our drunken state before we both finally finished. We both move to slam our backs into the bed and look up at the ceiling breathlessly. “Whoa.”

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