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whimsicalmeerkat · 3 months
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solitude - teen wolf
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“Why do I always find you brooding in your Fortress of Solitude? You should get some hobbies.”
Stiles is panting, like he ran through the woods to get to Derek’s house.
“What’s wrong?”
Stiles looks offended.
“Why would you think anything is wrong! Can’t a man visit his alpha to say hi?”
“Stiles.”
“Maybe I just wanted to see your handsome face,” Stiles snaps, then turns beet red, like he didn’t mean to say that.
“What’s. Wrong.”
Stiles sighs. “Truth spell.”
“Fucking witches.”
Derek grabs his jacket. He’s going to wait until later to think about Stiles calling him handsome.
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greyhavenisback · 9 months
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PROMPT :D stiles + the first time derek meeped in front of him
Thanks for the prompt! Assuming I can count, I think this is an actual drabble....
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"Meep," Derek says.
"What?" Stiles says.
"What?"
Stiles stares.
Derek stares.
They stare at each other. Derek sidles off. Stiles hauls him back.
"Why did you meep?"
"I didn't meep."
"I distinctly heard you meep."
"Sigh," Derek says. Or, more accurately, does. Dramatically. With a roll of his eyes for good measure.
Stiles isn't impressed. "You meeped. It was adorable."
Derek scowls.
Stiles arches his eyebrows.
Derek growls and snaps his fangs. "Not adorable."
Stiles arches his eyebrows higher.
"I'm not," Derek insists, puffing up his chest.
Stiles kisses his cheek. "You are to me."
That's all that really matters.
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Tags -
@poebin @ohhalefire @teencopandthesourwolf @blue-eyedbeta @halinski @fairytales-and-folklore @kikiroo @youreastargirl @princecharmingwinks @raisesomehale @rosieposiepuddingnpie @savileho @thebigoblin @nerdherderette @jmeelee @dragonink13
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petopher-events · 11 months
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Petopher Event | May 25-31, 2023
There will be one prompt for each of the seven days of the event, but these are only suggestions! If none of the prompts inspire you, feel free to do your own thing! The point of this event is simply to produce more content focused on the relationship between our beloved Peter Hale and Christopher Argent. However you would like to portray their relationship is completely up to you—friendship, romance, sexual, hatred—just have fun exploring their dynamics! No sign ups, no word count requirements, no rating/content restrictions. Any and all types of content are welcome! Fanfictions, moodboards, art, music playlists, etc.
AO3 Collection: PetopherEvents_May2023
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May 25 | day 1
>monster
May 26 | day 2
>candles and crystals
May 27 | day 3
>time
May 28 | day 4
>moon and stars
May 29 | day 5
>comfort
May 30 | day 6
>predator and prey
May 31 | day 7
>magic
If you have any questions at all, please feel free to reach out to me through this blog or my personal one @ash-mcj and I will answer anything you’re wondering about! I also have a discord server that you are more than welcome to join, if you’d like to. Just ask me for the invite link!
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awktalksevenmore · 1 year
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Part 1 of 50 Prompts of Healing!
1. Scott refuses to believe Theo when the guy starts going on about how Stiles brutally murdered someone.That’s his brother that Theo’s talking about, after all! In fact, Scott needs to get to Stiles right now, because if it is true, it’s obviously some side affect from the Nogitsune. There’s no way Stiles murdered at all, he needs to find out why Theo is trying to, to say all these crazy things and— Scott needs to check on Stiles. He remembers the other times he hasn’t.
2. Scott starts to like the way taking somebody else’s pain feels. He would never kill, he’s not built for that. He knows it’s cowardly. But taking the pain away is the least he can do for failing Allison and not being able to save her, it’s the least he can do for not being a good enough Alpha to notice Stiles’ losing his mind to the Nogitsune. It’s so easy to just hold the hands of whoever he has left. It’s easy to rest a hand on   Stile’s and Kira’s shoulders after a rough lacross game. It’s easy to swindle a high five out of Lydia when he notices her having headaches. It’s easy to take the pain away without them noticing. Strangely, after the Nogitsune, Scott finds it easier and easier to siphon away the ache of those arond him.
3. Scott really did mean well, it’s not his fault that he’s the hot girl! He was trying to help, damn it, and helping means making sure Stiles’ crush knows how great Stiles is! Scott tries to be a wingman for Stiles, but it just ends up with Derek thinking Scott and Stiles are together. Derek is a little confused.
4. Stiles travels back in time to after season one. He decides the best way to fix everything is by doing it by himself, so he fakes his death or goes missing.  Stiles did not factor in how Scott would react. It’s hard to control yourself when your anchor dies, even if you didn’t realize the person was an anchor. And soon, Scott's eyes are looking awfully blue. (Bonus points for wholesome Derek-babysitting-vengeful-and-angry-Scott).
5. To infiltrate a gang or some sort of supernatural society, Stiles and Scott have to pretend to be the darkest versions of themselves. Cue Scott acting like an asshole alpha who kills off useless pack members and Stiles acting like the Nogitsune with just a bit more sass. It’s oddly therapeutic for both of them.
6. Stiles’ dad is struggling to pay the bills. So is Scott’s mom. But Theo recently just moved out of his room at the Mccall house and the office downstairs isn’t really being used…Stiles and Scott living together shenanigans. Give me confused classmates, soft Mom Mccall for Stiles moments! Protective Sheriff Stilinski for Scott's moments! 
7. Scott travels back in time to fix some things. It’s awfully suspicious to everyone else, especially after the fiasco of Void, when Scott starts insisting on killing, turning, or stalking certain people. A somewhat dark!Scott concept only, everyone (read: Stiles) is a little disturbed by it.
8. Stiles is struggling with feeling real after the Nogitsune leaves. Scott is there to help him count his fingers. Meanwhile, all Scott can think about is how easy it was to sink his claws into his friends’ necks. Or! Five times Scott helps Stiles feel safe to be around and one time Stiles helped Scott feel safe to be around.
9. Stiles just wants to be a supportive friend! And Danny always seems to know what going on too, so why would Stiles question it?  Stiles doesn’t know Isaac moved in with Scott. All he (and Danny, apparently) sees is them being around each other all the time, Isaac glancing at Scott all the time. Them just being Scott and Isaac now. Any good friend would do what Stiles did! Which is, of course, try to needle a confession of Scott like-liking Isaac and insisting that Scott can “Talk to me about anything, bro, I love you, dude,”
Alternatively, the above prompt but it’s Stiles and Derek with Scott trying his darndest to be supportive.
10. Stiles and Scott both time travel. Derek is so confused as to why there are kids on his doorstep insisting that there is, apparently, “An earthquake about to happen and you and your family need to come with us right now, promise, trust us, c’mon, let’s go!”
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eusuntgratie · 2 years
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Fluff prompt: dallison and stisaac double date, except the waiters can't tell who's dating who
Felix is hiding by the kitchen when Levi comes up and nudges him. He points to the front with his chin.
“Hey. I'll give you this table if you stop being a sad sack.”
“I'm not a sad sack, fuck you. And why would I want a table of teenagers?! They never fucking tip!”
“Did you look at them? They are literally a bisexual wet dream.”
Felix looks again, really looks. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, uh, I'll take them. I uh- I’ll owe you. Holy shit they're so pretty…”
“Yeah, I got you. Go flirt a little.”
It's a group of four of the most beautiful people he's ever seen. He takes a minute to just watch them. They're his age, maybe a little older. It's three guys and a girl, all knocking into each other, arms thrown around each other. The tallest, lean with curly hair and an ethereal face, shoves the brunette into the candy machine. She looks back at him, scandalized, and wrestles him into a headlock with ease despite being much shorter. The brown haired kid, who looks the youngest with his pretty doe eyes, hoops and laughs while the stoic dark-haired guy in the leather jacket rolls his eyes.
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scribeoffate · 2 years
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37, Mason, Scott and Stiles
“Did you just scuttle? In the hallway?”
"Dude!" Mason's mouth drops open. "You so did. You just shuffled sideways to your locker."
Scott glares. "I did not."
Stiles walks up behind them with a hand on Mason's shoulder.
"He did. It's his crab instincts. You'll wanna keep an eye on those for Liam. They do it without noticing."
Scott turns around and yanks his locker open. "Crab instincts, I'll show you crab instincts."
Mason can't prevent the smile plastered on his face. First Liam is a werecrab, then he's in the inner circle and then Stiles is telling him about crab insnticts. It's like. The best day ever.
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seaweedpuff301 · 6 months
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my fandoms include
harry potter
marauders
pjo + hoo (not other series)
teen wolf
maze runner
zoey 101
if you have any recs please let me know i have a tbr list but none of them look good so i need more
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hunterfromthewoods · 10 months
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[Tag dump]
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cinematicnomad · 2 years
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GASP you never said a word!! I love that fic so so much! It's so wonderful!
ah!! i love that little fic of mine and i am so pleased to hear that there are still people who a) like it, let alone b) remember it 😅. i wrote that fic in one night around the beginning of my senior year of undergrad, and i wound up adapting the fic into a short story for my creative writing class. i'm still proud of both stories and i'm just really flattered that you like the sterek fic 🥰
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bouncybongfairy · 6 months
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All Around Me
Void Stiles x Fem Reader
Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.
Word Count: 2.5k+
(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)
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It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friend’s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt who’d just given birth. You sat on your mother’s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone. 
Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)
You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parent’s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasn’t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didn’t have much mental focus for anything else. 
You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You weren’t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying. 
“Why are you acting scared?” the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest. 
He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down. 
“I asked why are you acting so scared?” he asked again. 
“Because you’re scaring me,” you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away. 
“Oh no, I know you don’t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?” he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend. 
“Is this your little boyfriend?” he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes. 
“Why are you with him if he’s not satisfying you?” he asked. 
“He can sat-” you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully. 
“Why do you keep lying?” he growled. 
“H-how would you know if..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing. 
“Do you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?” he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.
“Food, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, you’re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly can’t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? They’re scared to cross a line but that’s what’s different about them to me. I can’t be satisfied until I’ve crossed it,” he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.
Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldn’t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face. 
“You need to relax, take a drag,” he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you weren’t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldn’t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall. 
“Do you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldn’t be surprised but you can just ask,” he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it. 
“You know..” he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, “your fear is different than other people, there’s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so that  I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that I’ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,” he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.
He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldn’t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized you’d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didn’t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away. 
“How are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,” he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that you’re looking at each other face to face. 
“Your eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,” he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth. 
“Holy fucking shit,” you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair. 
“Oh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,” he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way you’d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum. 
“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,” he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you, 
“Fuck I can’t get any closer,” he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down. 
“Void I’m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,” you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip. 
“Should I stop? I mean if you’re too sensitive then maybe I shouldn’t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,” he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle. 
“Yeah that’s what I fucking thought,” he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid. 
“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered, already half asleep.
“Rest now,” and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize it’s the crushed necklace from last night.
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asterias-record-shop · 10 months
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prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol
—𓆩[red suit, red dress]𓆪—
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𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie
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“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.
“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”
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You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”
He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.
“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.
He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”
You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”
He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”
You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”
“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”
“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”
“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”
He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”
You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.
“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”
“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”
You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”
“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”
You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”
“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”
“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”
He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”
“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”
“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”
“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”
“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”
You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”
You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”
“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”
You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.
You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”
He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”
You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.
“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”
You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”
“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”
“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”
“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”
“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”
You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”
“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.
“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”
He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”
“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”
You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.
You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.
You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.
You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.
He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”
You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”
He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.
Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.
You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”
You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”
He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”
He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”
You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”
“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”
You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”
He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”
You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”
“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”
You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”
“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”
You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”
He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.
“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”
You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.
His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”
You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”
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whimsicalmeerkat · 11 months
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drunk, adorable, stay - teen wolf
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“Stay—no, Derek, stay!”
“Not a dog, Stiles,” Derek slurs, but he stays where he’s technically upright, slumped against the wall.
“Right. I’m just gonna get you some water so you don’t slaughter the entire pack in the morning.”
“Wouldn’t slaughter you. Pack’s pack. Love my pack.”
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re drunk,” Stiles pauses to coo.
“Not drunk. Werewolves don’t get drunk.”
“Werewolves get drunk on whatever Isaac brought over.”
“Mm,” Derek says, listing to the side.
“OK, big guy, bed then water.”
“Only if you come with me, baby.”
“Baby? Really? Not until you’re sober.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
~
Written for @sterekdrabbles for the 5/3/2023 challenge words “drunk, adorable, stay”.
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teencopandthesourwolf · 2 months
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AGAINST ALL ODDS
for @sterekdrabbles 22.01.24 challenge. the prompt words were: WHITE, LISTEN and UPSET. the end of the month theme was: GENTLENESS. #teen wolf movie fix-it, #magical stiles stilinski, #derek lives, #stiles stilinski is eli hale's other parent.
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Looking at Eli, his heart burned hotter than the flames.
I love you, son. 
His boy cried Dad! and Derek doubted his divine move…
“No.”
Derek's eyes opened. 
Stiles?
Bright white light, then—
Blackness. 
.
His head hurt.
I'm alive?
“Listen, I don't care how upset you'll be I gave my jeep to the kid. Because fuck you, Derek.”
Derek tried swallowing. 
“He's mine too. Right?”
Shit. 
“Stiles—”
“I would��ve come back.”
Derek burned again.
“Exactly,” he whispered. 
Stiles sighed.
“No more self-sacrifice.” 
After a lifetime, Derek nodded.
Stiles rolled his eyes, shoved him and said, “Move over.”
So, Derek did. 
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greyhavenisback · 1 year
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Teen wolf prompt: Stiles didn’t know they were dating, he thought Derek was straight.
Thanks for the prompt, anon! I, uh - this was meant to be funny but I sort of made myself cry with it? Anyway, have some emotions!
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"Are you ever going to kiss me?" Derek blurts out. He's not prone to blurting things out but he's been holding this one in for months and he has to know. Once he knows, then maybe he can put it to rest.
Stiles stares at him like he's grown another head. Derek tries to sink into the floor.
Stiles keeps staring. His mouth is opening and closing like a goldfish but no words are coming out.
Because - what?
WHAT?
He's wanted to kiss Derek for years. Literal years. Since he was 16 and wanted to kiss everyone. Or at least anyone who was offering. And now he's 22 and he's kissed - well, ok, not a lot of people but enough, ok? He's happy with his number. The kissing number and the other number.
But Derek?
Derek's straight.
Or at least Stiles thought he was. Right up until 33 and a half seconds ago.
Now, all of a sudden, a few slightly odd things are starting to make a whole lot more sense.
Coincidentally, Stiles is having a few problems remembering how to breathe. The two are not linked.
(The two very much are linked.)
"I'm sorry. Sorry," Derek says, desperately trying to salvage what has turned into a terrible situation. "I didn't mean - I thought - I didn't mean to put that pressure on you and -" He's rambling now, in a manner Stiles would be proud of, and he closes his mouth with a snap.
Stiles runs through things in his head.
First up, remember how to breathe. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four. Repeat. Good. That's done. Breathing again.
Second up and he's back to WHAT?
Because sure, he and Derek have been friends and there's been some mutual banter and maybe some flirtation and there's definitely been a hint or two (maybe more than two) of some nice unresolved sexual tension but it's never gone beyond that. Derek has never even asked him out.
Except -
Well -
Derek helped him move to college. And he came to visit. Several times. Stiles even thought he saw Derek lurking at his graduation but he wasn't entirely sure and Derek didn't come to congratulate him or anything.
And then -
Since he's been back from college, Derek has actually asked him out. At least once a week, usually more. But it's been for stuff like grabbing dinner at the diner or going to watch a movie or watching the latest show on Netf-
Oh.
Derek has been asking him over to Netflix and chill and Stiles has always just assumed Derek doesn't understand the connotations behind that phrase.
Oh.
He's been dating Derek Hale.
For at least four months. Possibly longer.
And Stiles didn't even know.
Oh no.
He face palms himself. Hard.
(Too hard, that actually really hurts.)
"Why didn't you say anything?" he says.
Derek shrugs. "I...didn't want to put any pressure on you."
"But you could've said, I dunno, like, will you go on a date with me, instead of asking me on ambiguous outings like going to the diner!"
"What did you think I meant by Netflix and chill and a winking emoji? You know I hate emojis!"
"I thought you were sweet and innocent and uncorrupted and didn't know what it meant!"
Derek snorts out a breath of laughter. "Well I'm not."
Stiles groans. This is a fuck up of epic proportions and it's mostly his fuck up. "Derek, how long have we been dating?"
Derek scratches the back of his neck and looks awkward. "I bought you that huge box of candy, after the FBI raid -"
"- yeah, when I got my toe shot off, I remember, I thought you were just saying thanks for saving your life."
"Well I wasn't."
"Well I know that now!" Stiles takes a deep breath and scrubs through his hair. "So four years. We've been dating for four years and in all that time, you've never once asked me for anything. Not a kiss. Not sex. Not any sort of reciprocation. You've watched me go away to college -"
"And come back," Derek interrupts.
"You've waited for me for all that time." Stiles' eyes are stinging now. His breath is catching in his chest. "You've - Derek, I told you about the people I was dating in college. I told you - why would you -"
"You needed time and space to grow."
"Oh my god." Stiles throws himself at Derek with a desperate sob, and hugs him so tightly that Derek's ribs creak under his grip. "You're the most perfect, beautiful, adorable -" he punctuates each word with a kiss to Derek's cheek "- man I've ever met."
Derek's cheeks turn an interesting shade of red, just visible above his stubble line. "Than- thank you."
"You are also a fucking idiot," Stiles says into Derek's shoulder. Now he's got hold of him, he's not planning on letting him go any time soon. "You must have been hurting so badly and I'm not worth that."
"I think you are."
Stiles runs out of words, then. He kisses Derek instead, trying to pour all the words he doesn't have into one display of emotion. He tries to say I'm sorry. And I love you. And please don't do that again. And thank you. And thank you for telling me.
He never knows if it works. If Derek understands what he's trying to say with that first kiss.
But what he does know is that he's never going to stop kissing Derek. Not for the rest of his life.
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