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bigenergy777 · 5 months

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Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine.

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

"See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear.

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together.

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning.

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck.

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both.

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure.

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

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stapley0urmouthshut · 1 year

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Y/N: If karma won't fuck you, I will.

Liam: Is this a pickup line or a threat?

Y/N: Both.

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drabblesofsmut · 1 year

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can you do liam dunbar smut where the reader is scott’s little sister and liam takes her v card?

Liam Dunbar | +18

Requests are open

(I know it's long, I'm sorry, I was inspired)

Warning: unprotected sex, claw kink (?, Virgin reader.

★★★

Liam was on top of you, your legs on each side of his hips. The kiss was heated, his tongue entering in your mouth repeatedly while his hand caressed your naked thigh.

You knew he was desperate to touch you more. He wanted you to touch him more.you whimpered when you felt his claws digging in your skin lightly.

“i'm sorry”, he broke the kiss.

“it's okay” you kissed his neck, making his breath heavier.

He took your t-shirt and panties out, letting you completely naked in front of him. He kissed your neck and went down to your chest.

“this is so wrong” Liam grunted out. “Scott is going to kill me” he looked deeply into your eyes with a mocking smirk.

“he won't know” you said, drowned in ecstasy. You could feel the erection oh his boxers. He was big, you liked that, and also scared you. How was that supposed to fit in? Was that possible?

“you're worth the risk” he kissed you again, his claws out digging in the pillow. He took his boxers out desperately and accommodated you so he could pound in you.

“liam, wait” you stoped him.

“what happened? You okay?” he asked worried.

“I'm fine... It's just, I'm virgin” you told him.

“you wanna stop?”

“no, just.. fuck me soft at first” you moaned making his cock twitch.

“how the fuck do you sound so sexy all the time?” he asked with a smirk making you giggle.

He took his cock and align it with your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly, making you moan loud. When all of him was inside he let out a grunt, and stayed there a while, letting you adjust and him to recover his breathing and common sense. You where so tight, taking him so good that he felt like he was going to come right there.

“fuck, you're taking me so good, babe” he moaned in your ear.

“liam, please move” you whined, tightening your walls even more.

He began to move, going out slow and pounding hard into you, hitting that perfect spot. He was so big that you felt like in heaven. Your legs tangled around his waist and your claws digging in the skin of his back, scratching it.

His movements were getting faster and harder, making you moan louder and louder. You were happy that your brother wasn't home, but at this time you didn't even care if Scott arrived home right now.

With one hand on your waist to move you along him and the other next to your head to don't fall, Liam was pounding as hard as he could, as deep as he he could. “fuck!” he moaned. And took your waist with both hands, flipping you both, so you were on top of him.

“Liam, I've never done this” you told him.

“just move as you like the most, I'll help you”

You moved back and forth, Liam took you by the waist and moved you faster. Moaning at the feeling of him slipping in and out from you. Then you began to move up and down, letting your head fall back on pleasure.

“oh, God sake!” he moaned out loud. His hands gripping your ass hard and moving you harder. “fuck, don't stop, darling, keep going” he moaned drunk in pleasure.

You felt his dick twitching inside of you, his grip on you tightening and his hips moving sloppy with yours. He was at nothing of cumming.

You were so close too, and the bare sight of him, desperate to cum but trying to hold on a bit more, his face contorting in pleasure, and cracked moans slipping out of his mouth took you to your edge.

“fuck! Liam can I cum? Please!” you begged.

“yeah, baby, wanna feel you cumming around me” he moaned and came with you. “oh, fuck!” his claws dug in your ass as he felt you walls tighten around him, and you dug your nails in his chest as you felt him cum inside of you.

“oh, my God” you breathed out weakly. “that was good”

He got out of you and you lied down on his chest.

“you okay?” he asked, “did I hurt you?”.

“I'm fine, you didn't hurt me”.

“okay” he caressed your hair for a while.

~~~

“text me when you arrive home, okay?” you told him, next to the door. He has yo go home, Scott couldn't see him there.

“okay, see you tomorrow” he kiss you on the lips and you open the door.

“shit” you whispered, “you're supposed to be with Kira” you said looking at your brother, who was at nothing of unlocking the door.

“and you're supposed to be alone. What is he doing here?” he pointed to Liam, with a straight face.

“we were studying to our next exam” you said fast. Liam nodded.

“sure...” Scott said.

“well, gotta go” Liam said and basically scaped from his alpha. Scott stood there looking how Liam ran out of there.

“well, I'll take a shower” you need to get washed up before he realizes that you smell like his beta.

Scott took advantage of the fact that you were bathing and went to your room. When he breathed the smell of sex and saw the stain if blood in the sheets, his eyes turned red and yelled.

“LIAM!”

He probably heard that

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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The First I Love You - Liam Dunbar (NSFW)

Liam Dunbar's POV:

I open the door to the Stilinski residence with the key Y/N cut for me and am too deep in thoughts about tonight that I don't hear the multitude of heart beats.

"Y/N?" I call, hearing his grunt from the living room, "I bought the whipped cream and chocolate like you wa-" I let out a small shriek when I see Lydia, Stiles, Scott and Derek in the living room with Y/N. Lydia cocks an eyebrow at Y/N when he tells me to go put it in his room instead of the kitchen.

I can't help but feel mildly annoyed as I trudge my way up to Y/N's room, meeting Sheriff Stilinski halfway up, "Afternoon Sheriff." I throw on a fake smile before entering Y/N room. I shove the bag into his bottom drawer then make my back to the living room to settle on the floor by Y/N's feet as there's no more room on the sofas. Y/N instinctively reaches down and begins to massage a hand through my hair, making me want more than his hand in my hair but of course I can't kiss him now because the others are here and I'm a minor so the pack may not be okay with it.

As if feeling my discomfort Y/N leans closer and says softly, "You can sit on my lap Lili, it might be more comfy than the floor." I pretend to hesitate but give in when Y/N pulls me up onto his lap, both of us shifting until we're in a comfortable position. A position we've sat in multiple times when we've been alone; fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

Halfway through the third movie I feel my eyes dropping shut and Y/N just presses a kiss to my hair and carries on carding his fingers through my hair, murmuring, "Don't fight it. Get some rest Liam."

I wake to find myself in Y/N’s bed, he's next to me with a book in his hand and the other is on the inside of my thigh where I've draped a leg over his waist. As if knowing I'm awake he begins to rub his hand up and down my thigh, inching higher and higher each time. My hips move towards his hand but every time they do he stops and moves his hand to my knee, making me whine.

"Sorry about the others coming over. They arrived with Stiles and it's his house too so I couldn't turn them away." Y/N finally glanced over from his book.

"You could make it up to me." I purr, placing one of my hands on his bare chest and slowly moving it down towards the waistband of the loose fitting tracksuit bottoms he's wearing, lingering on what I know are his weak spots. He shift subtlety and I call it a silent victory, especially as it causes him to lean over me and put his book on the bedside table.

"We'll use the whipped cream and chocolate another time. Right now I just want to fuck you." He whispers in my ear, teeth grazing across my cheek and making me groan.

"Please."

"You've gotta be quiet though baby, Stiles and Dad are home." He warns, trailing kisses down my neck before rolling on to his back, pulling me on top of him. I sit up so I'm straddling his hips and throw my tee shirt to the floor before practically ripping off my shorts in a rush to get naked, not caring because Y/N's eyes are raking up and down my body and ripping my clothes is an excuse to wear his ones after. He puts his hands on mine before I can rip my boxers, making me frown until one of his hands grabs me through the material. I whine and my hips buck into the friction, becoming fully hard.

"Off." We say at the same time and I can't help but snicker at this, both of us losing our final layer of clothes and patience. My eyes falling to Y/N's erection that slaps against his stomach, mouth watering a little as I wanna taste the precum that's leaking from the head but before I can even duck my head Y/N groans out, "Finger yourself."

I lean over him and grab the bottle of lube from his top draw, pouring some onto my fingers before throwing it on the bed beside Y/N's head. Y/N's hands softly caress my hips as I slot two fingers inside myself, his eyes on the movement of my fingers disappearing inside me as I stretch myself for him. Normally I'd shy away from attention like this but the way Y/N watches, his tongue darting out to wet his lips just turns me on.

Once I'm stretched enough I shuffle forwards and grab Y/N's erection, lining myself up with him so I can slid myself down easily. He lets out a soft sound once he's fully sheathed inside me that makes me lean forwards and press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, beginning to gently rock my hips. I can't help the small gasps and moans that leave my mouth as we find a steady rhythm, Y/N's kisses swallowing the sounds while one of his hands settles on my hip and the other tangles in my hair, pulling lightly.

"I love this." I murmur against Y/N's now kiss swollen lips, gasping when his hips buck up to meet my twist of hips. He smiles, nodding in agreement, "I love you," before his lips gravitate to that sweet spot on my neck to distract me from what he just admitted. It works because soon my hips are pressing down harder and his thrusts are becoming rougher. He suddenly pushes me into a sitting position and I cry out when the change of angle means he's pressing up against that tight bundle of nerves but Y/N's hand flies up to cover my mouth, hushing me. I bite my bottom lip so hard I draw blood and Y/N gently pulls my lip from my teeth before his hand wraps around my neglected member, making my hips jerk as my body becomes unsure where to gravitate to: down so Y/N's pressing on that bundle of nerves or forward and into Y/N's hand where his thumb is ghosting over the slit.

I almost scream when Y/N gives one final tug of his hand and the other pushes me down, my orgasm slamming into me. I collapse on top of him, biting into his shoulder to mask my moans, hearing him gasp a little. Once I'm sure I've come down from my high I just let Y/N fuck me to his own orgasm but what I don't expect is for me to be coming again at the feel of him filling me up. My back arches and I think I forget how to breathe for a good few minutes because suddenly Y/N is kissing me.

I pull away when my sex-fogged brain processes Y/N's murmur so I say, "I love you too." He stills before his face breaks into a grin and he pulls me down into another kiss, making me cry out against his lips as it's pushed him even further inside me and hitting that extremely sensitive spot. There's a creak outside and I freeze when there's a knock on Y/N’s bedroom door before the Sheriff asks, "Are you okay in there Y/N?"

"Yeah! Don't worry! I just slammed my knee on my bedside table again!" Y/N calls back and the Sheriff believes him as he sighs, wishes Y/N goodnight and shuffled back to his own room.

Once I'm sure he's gone I slowly ease off Y/N, my arms and legs shaking with effort before collapsing next to him while he leans over and grabs some tissues. I whine into his side when he cleans me up and then himself, snuggling closer when he finally puts his arms around me, mumbling, "Gnight Y/N, love you." Smiling when he says it back and presses a kiss to my forehead.

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bunbunbl0gs · 1 year

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In love with Liam

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carryingthebanner8 · 3 months

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Hey guys! I’m Mia and I want to start writing some imagines/smut in here! I will write for:

Jack Kelly and Racetrack Higgins (newsies)

Any member of One Direction

Any member of 5SOS

Any member of Big Time Rush

JJ Maybank and John B (obx)

Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace (pjo)

Any Teen Wolf boy

Any Harry Potter era/marauders era boy

And more! Suggest whoever you want even if they are not on the list! I need to add more people to this list so please! Thanks for reading!

-Mia 💜

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ilovewriting06 · 3 months

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Requests Are Open

I'm accepting requests for all male characters off Teen Wolf. Stiles owns my heart and soul so he's my favorite to write for (although I haven't posted any of the fics I've written yet, but it's coming) but I'll write for any male character off the show. I do write NSFW, not an expert at it but I do write it.

Let me know if you have any requests/ideas!!

Stay safe and have a good day/night/evening! <3

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lily-174 · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Can u request one with Liam Dunbar, kinda like the same setup as Hayden at the end of s5 but instead is reader and human and Scott has to turn her bc the beast hurt her and it ends fluffy please :)

‘this is the beginning’ - Liam Dunbar

trigger warning:violence, anger, angst, fluff, being given the bite, hurt, near death experiences.

requested: yes! hey, i’m sorry this took me so long, i haven’t watched s5 of teen wolf in a very long time but i have done my best to make this as accurate with the timeline as i can, i hope you enjoy!

you and liam had a complicated relationship, not in the way most people would think. but you’d known scott and stiles since before liam was turned, you’d known about the supernatural. and scott had begged for your help when he bit liam, since you were closer to his age then scott and stiles. liam didn’t trust you for a while after that, and with his IED, he was terrified of hurting you. which he did almost hurt you many times during the beginning, almost is the key word there. with his IED and now having to control himself, he was struggling. it had been a while now, he pretty much had full control but some days were harder then others. and considering your new found relationship, he was more terrified of hurting you then before. he loved how much faith you had in him, well in everything most of the time. you were the thing that distracted him from the horrors he sees. he loved you, but he’d never told you that..yet.

you’d been dealing with the supernatural since the beginning when it all started with scott, being his sister cause a lot more issues then needed. you’d seen a lot, from a young age. you were older then liam, but younger then your brother had his dork of a best friend. scott trusted liam with you now, which was good, and stiles was warming up to him which was also good.

now a whole new issue had risen in beacon hills. the beast of gevaudan. you’d all now been dealing with this for a few weeks, the current plan was unraveling, and not in a good way. the beast was in the school, obviously it was only scotts pack left since it was past 9pm. but you were supposed to stay with either your boyfriend or your brother. but somehow everything got mixed up. one minute you were with liam, the next minute you turned around and you were alone. your phone wasn’t working, you didn’t want to cause any attention to yourself so you didn’t shout out for anyone, you just carefully attempted to find someone. sneaking through the corridors until you heard foot steps, but you knew straight away they were not human. you cursed under your breath and ran to the boys locker room to hide.

you hid behind lockers, your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your throat, would would scott and stiles do? you couldn’t think, you just hid. you could’ve shouted out to someone, with werewolf hearing they could probably find you. but that would also give your location to the beast, so you decided against it. your breathing was uneven has you heard the beast getting closer, that was when you heard the crash of it coming through the boys locker room. you saw it. it knew where you were you didn’t stand a chance.

“SCOTT! LIAM!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as the beast quickly made its way towards you, you tried to outrun it but there was no where to go. the little locker room did no provide much protection. then you felt searing pain down your back, gashes. you felt your blood gushing down your back, as you fell to the floor, the beast threw you across the room as you heard your brothers voice echoing in the room followed by your boyfriend. as everything went black.

once the beast had been defeated by your brother, liam was cradling you in his arms pleading for you to wake up, begging that you would be okay. scott ran over once he had finally dealt with the beast.

“you’ve gotta change her.. she’s dying scott. please!” liam begged, scott looked you over, he didn’t want to burden you with the pain of being a werewolf, but he also couldn’t bare to loose you, your mom would be a mess, scott would be a mess, liam, stiles, lydia, youre the glue you hold everyone together.

“what are you waiting for?! do it!” liam yelled, and he did your brother but your arm, the only thing now was if you were strong enough to get through this, strong enough to survive the bite.

you woke in your room, liam sat next to you, scott and stiles piled on the floor next to your bed dead asleep waiting for you to wake up, liam sat next to you head drooping half asleep no aware you’d woken.

“liam?” you whispered, and his head shot up straight away, his features laced with happiness he bring you into a hug smiling straight away, you winced and he pulled away apologising.

“what happened? how long have they been asleep for?” you asked, liam sighed, he’d have to explain what you now are. he didn’t know how’d you react.

“they’ve been asleep since we made sure you were okay… baby- you got hurt, really bad. we didn’t have any other option scott gave you the bite. and you’re now healing.” liam explained, you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know how to react, your eyes filled with tears and liam pulled you into him.

“i’m so sorry.. i’m so sorry, youll get through this okay? you’ve got all of us.if i can do it you most definitely can too. this is a new beginning okay? at least scott and stiles didn’t kidnap you and tie you to a chair? that’s a good start.” liam chuckles as he remembered what happened when he had been turned. you cracked a smile at this and he kisses your forehead.

“it’ll be okay, i got you. me and you forever okay? now get some rest darling” he smiled, you nodded resting your head on his chest he gently began to play with your hair in hopes you wouldn’t worry too much about the upcoming months.

this is so bad, i am so sorry, i still hope you enjoyed i hate this one so much lmao. please keep sending me requests!!

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rottenstyx · 1 year

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what about liam x reader where reader maybe has bpd, odd, ied(like liam) or just anger issues so they're both constantly having to deal with eachother's rage, since none of them take their meds, and everything goes to shit when liam is bitten and neither stiles or scott knows how to deal with the both of them.

mabe like: dealing with one angered beta is hard, imagine two????

on a diferent scenario: what if scott or stiles is reader's brother so instead of the mess that is with liam, they already know how to deal better with the situation??

honestly idk what im doing here :/

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bigenergy777 · 5 months

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Get A Clue~Liam Dunbar

Warring- Cussing, Unprotected sex

"Liam, I don't see the maps! I thought you said you hid them!" You scoffed.

"I did! I know I'm new to this whole Werewolf Pack thing, okay, but I know what I'm doing!" He scoffed back.

"Oh, really, then where is it?” You stared at him while he searched vigorously through the books and papers on the table. His body looked so fit. His expression was concentrated.

You’ve always had a crush on Liam, ever since he joined the pack. You imagined romantic and dirty thoughts about Liam as you stared.

You pictured Liam standing there, staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes. Getting lost in his sparkling blue orbs Then you realized you weren't daydreaming, and Liam was actually staring at you.

"Did you find them?" He asked with a hint of amusement and annoyance.

"Wh-no. I didn't."

"Well, if you actually looked, then you probably would have by now," Liam said, turning back to search.

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. You watched his every move, checking him out from head to toe. "You know what? I'll look!" He decided. He moved behind you and stopped.

He stared into your eyes for a minute.You could feel your heart beating quickly, not knowing what to do. You know he could hear the beat of your heart just pumping like crazy.Even you could hear your own breathing without werewolf hearing.

Liam slowly moved his left hand onto your waist, then snaked it down to your bottom. You could feel his hand grab your butt and his right hand move on your back. He slightly pushed you closer, making you lean in.

In a second, you could feel his soft lips on yours. You moved in sync. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip, and you happily accepted. You made out for quite a while.

Finally, he picked you up and set you down on the table. Slipping your shirt off kissing your neck. You throw your head back, moaning.

Your fingers run through his soft hair. Liam left kisses down your chest, unclipping your bra, staring at your chest.

You're gorgeous." He smiled at you. You kissed him, ripping off his shirt. Finally, you both had gotten undressed. You got off the table and got on your knees. You positioned your mouth at the height of Liam’s length.

You stopped and looked at him. He nodded for you to continue. You took his dick in all the way.

"Y/N," he breathed.

His breathing was heavy, and he let out some small moans, pulling your hair back out of your face so you’re able to do it better. You felt him twitch, letting you know that he was ready to cum. You stopped immediately.

He looked at you, confused. You gave him a smirk. Liam grabbed your upper arm and forced you to back up.

"You're going to pay for that," he whispered huskily in your ear.

Chills went down your spine. Your stomach churned. You loved that he wanted to take full control now. You let him turn you around so that you were against the table and your butt was at his waist level.

You felt some pain as he slammed into you. The pain didn't last long. Pleasure takes over almost instantly.

"Liam!" You moaned.

"Shh!" He told you.

He covered your mouth with his hands to make sure you wouldn't let out any uncontrollable and loud moans. You tried hard not to shout or make any loud noises so nobody would come in.

Liam was banging on you like no one else. You wanted to scream so badly. This pleasure was almost too difficult to handle.

“Liam, I’m so close. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

He turned and placed you on the table, putting your legs on his shoulders and thrusting into you harder. You put your hand over your mouth this time.

Your breathing was outrageous and heavy. Surprisingly, the pain was so good you began to cry.

Liam's breath was making it worse, turning you on even more. You were very close to cumming, and you could feel him getting there, too.

"Fuck, I'm close! Uh," he moaned quietly.

A few more hard thrusts, and you two were all over each other. You let out a breath of relief so that you could finally relax. Liam gave you a few more kisses down your body before getting dressed.

You got dressed fast because, at any minute, someone could come down there.

Just then, you hear someone put a key in the keyhole. Your head snaps in the direction of the door. Your eyes widen in shock. You looked at Liam, and you both exchanged scared looks.

"Hurry!" he says.

"What about the maps?" You say back.

Liam takes out some old-looking papers from under a book.

"Oh look. I found them," he smirked.

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stapley0urmouthshut · 1 year

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Y/N: do you trust me?

Liam: no.

Y/N: smart man-

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drabblesofsmut · 1 year

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Masterlist

★★★

• Teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski → Warning: rude oral m!receiving, dirty talk, praising, Stiles has a thick, big cock.

Liam Dunbar → Warning: unprotected sex, claw kink (?, Virgin reader.

• marvel

Bucky Barnes → Warnings: f!reader, fingering, semi-public sex.

• stranger things

Eddie Munson → warning: face sitting.

Eddie Munson → Warnings: f!reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving).

Steve Harrington → Warnings: vaginal sex, almost getting discovered, bitting.

• Kinktober masterlist +18 - 2022

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ateotd-izzy · 10 months

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

part one | PART TWO (requested by @mysticallystilinski)

summary: after going through her memories and finally remembering stiles, y/n is confident that he’s back. so she goes with lydia and malia to find him.

warnings: FLUFF, some swearing, this is more parts of the episode rather than me just making it up but yk

taglist: @brvceyamada

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“y/n?” scott’s voice brought you out of your head.

"where is he?" you turned to face him. “you guys saw him? right? it was working.”

“what?”

“stiles. he was right here. didn’t you guys see him? the light?” you gestured to the empty hall in front of you.

“we didn't see anyone.” malia stated.

"no." you looked down the corridor again, your voice echoing around the walls. "he was here. i know it."

"alright, come on." malia put her hands on your shoulders. "back inside."

she and lydia led you back into the room and scott closed the door behind you all. or he went to.

liam appeared in the doorway and stopped it from closing last second.

"liam..." scott sighed in relief.

"there's something you need to see." liam said to him.

"you're still here."

"but everyone else is gone. all of them. they're all gone."

your heart probably would've sunk if you weren't dead set on the thought that stiles was back.

you ignored the rest of the conversation between liam and scott and tried to think about exactly where stiles could be. where you would find him.

"in case stiles comes back?"

your head shot up at lydia's words.

"if there's hope, you need to keep trying." scott told the three of you.

you knew stiles wouldn't think to come to argent's bunker, but you kept quiet as scott left with liam.

you waited about ten minutes before heading for the door.

“um, excuse me?” lydia scoffed, getting your attention. “where do you think you’re going?”

“where does it look? i’m going to find stiles.”

“scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.” lydia stated.

“okay, we all know stiles would never come here.” malia pointed out, joining you at the door, and you nodded in agreement.

“see? we need to find him.” you stated. the look lydia gave you was one of disbelief. “look, if he was gonna show up here, he would’ve. but he hasn’t, so…”

lydia didn’t say anything.

“please, lydia?” you begged. “please?”

“fine.” she caved and the three of you quickly left the bunker.

you ended up in the school parking lot just a few minutes later where stiles’ jeep had been left since he disappeared.

instead now the car was gone.

hope sparked in your chest as you examined the tire marks on the ground in front of you.

“they look fresh.” lydia noted.

“it’s from stiles’ jeep.” malia agreed. “it must’ve just left.”

“without his keys?” lydia asked incredulously.

“he used a screwdriver to start it up half the time.” you spoke up, not looking at your friends.

“then he’s here.” malia spoke.

“we have to tell scott.” lydia stated.

looking up, you noticed train tracks running across the school’s lawn and into the building.

“yeah, well, we should probably tell scott about that too.” you stood up and started walking over.

lydia and malia exchanged a look and the three of you headed into the school.

after reaching the library and finding the train station inside, and soon after finding peter, getting malia to get him out of the ghost riders’ world and into your own, there was a fight and you and lydia had to run out of the library, leaving malia and peter alone to fight the ghost riders.

“shit, where’s—” your voice seemed to disappear as you spoke.

both you and lydia had turned around to face the library, but you had this feeling.

your heart sped up and it was like a rush. like how you had felt before when you went through your memories.

the feeling you had around stiles.

you started heading down the hallway without another word.

“y/n? where on earth…” lydia sighed and followed after quickly.

it was like something was pulling you through the school, down the different hallways.

a gunshot not too far ahead got you to speed up.

“scott, i can’t fight this guy!” stiles’ voice shouted from one of the locker rooms and you frantically grabbed lydia’s arm, pulling her to the room as another gunshot went off.

“no, no, no.” you muttered as you did so, before you reached the doorway.

inside the room was a ghost rider pointing his gun right at someone’s head.

stiles stood before the ghost rider, looking exactly like he did when you last saw him.

the same red flannel, the same hairstyle, everything.

you covered your ears as lydia screamed, sending the ghost rider flying into the lockers ahead.

when she stopped you pushed your way into the room properly and froze as stiles stared back at the two of you in shock.

“stiles…” you breathed out, a smile tugging on your lips.

you both then rushed towards each other, meeting halfway and connecting your lips in a kiss.

his hands cupped your face like they had so many times before, and your hands were in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible.

you never wanted to let go of him.

the missing piece to your puzzle had finally been found, and now the picture was complete.

in that moment, you didn’t care about the ghost riders, or lydia, who had stepped out of the room for a moment. the only thing you cared about was him.

stiles.

the three whole months without him had been the longest of your life. even if you couldn’t remember him.

the two of you pulled apart and his arms found their way around you.

“oh, god.” he mumbled into your shoulder, hugging you tight.

you took his face in your hands and just examined him. you took in all his features as if it were the first time you had ever seen him.

he was real. and he was right in front of you.

“i thought i had lost you.” you whispered, the tears finally starting to brim in your eyes. “i don’t know what i would’ve done…”

you trailed off, getting lost in his brown eyes.

his eyes.

you hugged him tightly again.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in your ear. “god, i’ve missed you.”

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.” you said with a slight chuckle. “oh, my god.”

he smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again.

“i still can’t…” your hand brushed some of his hair that sat slightly over his forehead. “i mean, you exist. you’re here.”

“i’m here,” he wrapped his arms around you again. “and i don’t want to leave you ever again.”

you hugged him back tight, your arms slotting into place around his torso just under his own arms.

lovely to just stay there with him.

“you ready for our last day of high school ever?” you asked stiles quietly.

the two of you were lying in his bed, under the covers and in pyjamas, facing each other.

the last day of senior year.

“no.” he whispered and you smiled softly.

you slotted your hand into his. “that’s okay.”

“yeah.”

it had taken some time, but everything had slowly begun going back to normal.

or your definition of ‘normal.’

normal was you and stiles lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning when you were supposed to be getting ready for school.

it still felt impossible for you to be looking at him again. touching him again. kissing him again.

with one hand in his and the other tucked under your head, you just stared at stiles with a smile.

“what’re you looking at, weirdo?” he asked, his beautiful smile slipping onto his face.

“you.” you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

“woah. very bold.”

“it’s ‘cause you’re kinda cute.” you shrugged, holding back a smile.

stiles rolled over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “you know i might have to call my girlfriend and tell her this very pretty girl is making moves on me.”

you rolled your eyes as he held his phone to his ear, your phone ringing seconds later.

“well, would you look at that?” he grinned, hanging up the call and dropping his phone onto the bed. “you’re my girlfriend.”

“you’re such a dork.” you laughed. “and so cheesy.”

“you love me.” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

of course the door opened at that very second.

“okay, you two, enough canoodling and start getting your butts to school.” sheriff stilinski ordered, coffee mug in hand, and stiles groaned. “last day!”

stilinski forced a small cheer and you chuckled, copying the cheer.

“there’s the enthusiasm.” noah nodded and walked back down the hallway.

“dad, close the door!” stiles called after him.

“get ready for school!” noah yelled back.

the two of you, stiles more begrudgingly, did end up getting ready for your last day and sat down in his jeep.

“you ready now?” you asked stiles as he put the keys into the ignition.

“nope.” he started up the car.

“me neither.”

stiles turned his head to meet your eyes and smiled.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you smiled back and he started driving, both of you totally unprepared to leave high school, but ready to start the rest of your lives. together.

before

a/n: i feel like this isn’t as good (or as long) as the first part but i still hope you guys like it

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soulofapatrick · 4 months

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Midnight Confessions - Liam Dunbar x Female Reader

Summary: Liam can't sleep so comes to your room and ends up admitting he has feelings for you

Words: 2.2K

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I’m awoken by a soft rustling, the sound of someone fidgeting nearby and the soft click of my bedroom door. It would be barely audible to the naked ear but being a werecoyote I hear it as clear as day. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dimness of the room. In the half-light, I make out a familiar figure slipping into my room—Liam.

“Lili?” I murmur, sitting up, voice hoarse with sleep.

He turns, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, “Oh, hey,” he greets, his voice low and rough with an air of apology, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

I just shake my head, pretending a false wakefulness, though the little skip of my heart likely gives away my lie, “No, I was already awake.” I lie, offering him a comforting smile, “What’s wrong, Li?”

Liam hesitates, his usually confident demeanour replaced by an uncharacteristic vulnerability, “I… I can’t sleep.” He admits, his voice filled with frustration, “It’s like my brain won’t shut off.” As Liam edges closer, I catch the hint of embarrassment swirling in the air, the subtle shift in his scent betraying his unease. He's never been one to show vulnerability easily, and the faint aroma of it mixing with the usual notes of his scent makes his discomfort palpable.

Without a second thought I’m shuffling closer to the wall and living the duvet, patting the now free space besides me, “Come here,” I offer, used to having any of the pack in my bed at all hours of the day. Being the Pack Mum they all come to me when they can’t sleep, can’t work anything out or just need someone to be with. This is no different, so I don’t hesitate.

Liam hesitates though, he’s never been one to come to me, always being one to bottle up his emotions and have them all come out in bursts of anger. His IED. His gaze flickers between me and the bed as if fighting some inner turmoil before his shoulders slump and he’s shuffling over to the bed.

He eases onto the bed, tentative as if unsure of the unspoken rules governing such intimate moments. I give him the space to settles sensing his discomfort lingering in the air like a fragile thread. So, with a silent invitation, I was my arm around his waist, pulling him closer, offering a sense of security in the embrace. His head finds a resting place on my arm, and I gently pull him closer, molding our bodies together, his back against my chest.

The warmth of his body against mine, the rise and fall of his breaths in sync with mine—it’s a quiet intimacy, a silent understanding that transcends words. My hold on him is gentle yet firm, a reassurance that he’s not alone in this moment of vulnerability.

His muscles tense at first, the unfamiliarity of this closeness evident, but gradually, with each passing moment, he relaxes into the embrace. I feel the weight of his exhaustion, the weariness of carrying the burdensome thoughts and emotions alone. We lay there in the stillness, a fragile peace enveloping us as I wait for him to speak. My heartbeat, a steady rhythm against his back, serves as a comfort for him enough to begin speaking quietly.

Liam’s voice is a mere whisper against the quiet backdrop of the night, almost hesitant to disturb the tranquility we’ve found. “I never… I never do this,” he admits, his words soft and raw with vulnerability, “I don’t… I don’t let people in.” His confession echoes in the space between us, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. I tighten my embrace ever so slightly, a wordless encouragement for him to continue, to share the burden he’s carried in solitude for so long, “I’ve always kept everyone at arms length,” He murmurs, the words weighed down the years of self-imposed isolation, “But… there’s someone I really like.”

His confession lingers, pregnant with unspoken truths. My heart quickens, despite myself, as I’ve honestly liked Liam as long as I’ve known him after Scott turned him into a werewolf. His unwavering determination drew me in at first, he possesses an unyielding resilience, facing adversities head on, regardless of the trials fate throws his way. His willingness to confront challenges, to persevere in the face of danger, ignites an admiration with me.

There’s an inherent goodness in Liam—a genuine kindness that permeates every action and word. Despite the turmoil within him, he exudes compassion, extending a helping hand without hesitation. His caring nature extends not just to the pack, but to everyone around him. Witnessing this innate warmth and empathy, I find myself drawn to his selfless heart.

Liam shifts in my embrace, his movements gentle yet deliberate, turning to face me in the subdued light of the room. His features, usually framed by determination or a boyish enthusiasm, now carry a vulnerability that renders him achingly human.

His electric blue eyes, etched with complexities of emotion, meet mine, shimmering with a blend of uncertainty and an unspoken depth that captivates me. They hold a silent plea, a longing for understanding, yet also harbouring a hint of apprehension about the confession he��s laid bare.

The soft light casts a delicate glow upon his features, accentuating the curve of his jawline. His tousled hair, kissed by the dimness of the room, frames his face in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. It’s a vulnerability in his gaze, the rawness in his expression that draws me in. Every line, every nuance of his face tells a story—one of resilience, of battles fought, and a heart brimming with unspoken desires. And in that moment, with him facing me, vulnerability and sincere it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to close the distance between us.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that hangs between our breaths, pregnant with the weight of unspoken confessions. His proximity feels like a magnetic pull, an irresistible force urging me closer.

His lips, parted as if ready to voice more, hover tantalising close, and my pulse quickens at the proximity. The temptation to bridge the gap between us—to taste the unspoken words on his lips—is almost overpowering. His cerulean eyes, shimmering with a tempest of emotions, flicker downwards for the briefest of moments, tracing the curve of my lips before reconnecting with mine. There’s a silent acknowledgement in that fleeting gaze that it’s me. I’m the someone he’s been thinking about and my heart quickens.

In a heartbeat, his hand moves, a tender caress tracing the contours of my cheek, the touch feather-light yet electric against my skin. His fingertips, warm and gentle, send a shiver down my spine, igniting a flutter in my chest. It’s a gesture so achingly tender, filled with an unspoken longing and a depth of emotion that words couldn’t convey. The weight of his touch, the unspoken invitation in his eyes, they weave an intricate tapestry of desire and restraint, of longing and apprehension.

For a suspended moment, we exist in this delicate dance, an unspoken understanding passing between us, as if a silent agreement binds our hearts in this tender, charged space. His thumb brushes lightly against the corner of my lips, an intimate gesture that ignites a cascade of sensations within me. I’m captured in the intensity of his gaze, drowning in the unspoken desires that shimmer beneath the surface.

The charged atmosphere crackles as Liam inches closer, our breaths mingling in a symphony of shared anticipation. Every move, every beat of our hearts, seems synchronised in this suspended moment, an unspoken agreement guiding our silent exchange.

He draws nearer, an almost imperceptible movement, until the space between us narrows to mere inches. The magnetic pull between our bodies intensifies, practically pressing chest to chest, our closeness igniting a firestorm of emotions within.

His touch is a whisper against my skin, a delicate dance that sets my sense ablaze. And in that fragile interlude, his hand guides my head, a tender urging that sends a thrill down my spine. Our gazes lock, the depth of his blue eyes holding a storm of emotions—hesitation, nervousness, and an undeniable longing.

As if testing the waters of an uncharted sea, he leans in, a hesitant yet determined motion that bridges the final gap. Our lips meet in a hesitant, nervous collision—a gentle brush that sparks a conflagration of emotions. It’s a kiss born from the depth of unspoken desires, a tentative exploration of something that has simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The touch of our lips speaks volumes, conveying a yearning and a vulnerability that transcends words.

The initial brush of our lips, tentative and uncertain, ignites a fervour that neither of us could contain. It’s as though a floodgate has been opened, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotions that surges between us. The kiss deepens, a magnetic pull drawing us into a whirlwind of passion.

Liam’s lips, once hesitant, now mold against mine with an urgency born of unspoken longing. The kiss takes on a life of its own, a heated exploration that speaks volumes of the emotions feeling this newfound intimacy.

Our bodies move in sync, a silent symphony of desires entwined. The once gentle touch turns fervent, his hands exploring every curve, every inch they can reach. It’s a dance of fervour and restraint, a silent plea for deeper connection that resonates between each breathless exchange. The world fades away as Liam rolls us over, positioning himself above me. His presence is magnetic, his gaze locking onto mine in an intensity that electrifies the air. The weight of his body against mine sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, our closeness an inferno of unspoken desires.

My fingers tangle in his soft locks, pulling him closer, urging the closeness as his lips trail from mine to explore the sensitive skin of my neck. His touch sears through me, every caress leaving an imprint of longing etched into my skin.

In response, my hands roam, tracing the contours of his muscular chest, feeling that strength beneath the surface. The heat between us intensifies, a collision of passion and unspoken emotions that dance in the air around us.

Our bodies move in a synchronised dance, each touch, each kiss, an unspoken dialogue of unbridled passion and profound connection. The heat between us amplifies, a whirlwind of emotions and desires swirling around us, encapsulating us in a world of fervour and longing.

Liam captures my lips again in a passionate kiss that steals my breath away. His fervent embrace, the way he fits against me, feels like an intricate puzzle piece finding its perfect match. It’s a collision of sensations—a tumultuous wave of emotions crashing into each other, drawing us deeper into the abyss of our shared desires. With every stolen breath, every tender exchange, I’m consumed by the intensity of the moment, enveloped in a whirlwind of feelings that leave me craving more. There’s an urgency in the way our lips mold together, an unspoken desire to lose ourselves in this infinite moment.

As our kisses deepen, I lose myself in the rhythm of our shared passion. Every touch, every movement, resonates with an undeniable longing—an unspoken declaration that I never want this moment to end. In Liam’s embrace, I find a sanctuary where time stands still, where our connection transcends the boundaries of the physical, and whirr the fervour of our shared desire ignites an unquenchable flame within me.

Eventually, I break the kiss reluctantly, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, feeling the undeniable pull of Liam’s presence lingering between us. “Maybe we should… try and sleep.” I murmur, noticing a flicker of disappointment cross Liam’s features as doubt clouds his expression.

But before his disappointment settles in, I quickly add, “We have all the time in the world to make out, but maybe not at 3m on a school night.”

A bashful giggle escapes him, his embarrassment evident as a faint blush tinges his cheeks. He settles back next to me, nestling into the cradle of my arms with a sheepish yet affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He concedes, his voice softened by the intimacy of the moment, “Sleep sounds good.”

The tension from our passionate exchange gradually dissipates into a quiet tranquility. Liam finds a comfortable spot, his head resting against my shoulder, a sense of contentment enveloping us in the soothing embrace of the night.

As the minutes pass, the weight of our shared emotions lingers in the air, an unspoken promise of deeper conversations yet to come. The steady rhythm of his breathing against my chest becomes a soothing melody, lulling us into a gentle slumber.

In the quiet of the night, I hold him close, cherishing the intimacy and vulnerability we shared. Our entwined bodies find solace in each other's presence, a silent understanding that this moment, fleeting yet profound, has kindled something unspoken yet unmistakably beautiful between us. I bury my face in his hair and as sleep claims us, I drift into dreams, knowing that whatever awaits in the waking hours, the warmth of Liam's embrace remains a cherished memory.

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