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Trying Something New

A/N: Hey guys! I haven’t uploaded an imagine in a while but tbh I’m so fucking busy it’s driving me mad.

Warnings: smut, kinda (male masturbation, Stiles has an overly active imagination 😉), mentions of blood if that kinda stuff creeps you out (not anything major)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader


Words: 1500 ish


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By the time Stiles finally drags himself back to his dorm, the sun is slowly rising and his hair is starting to stink with drying slime from the Kanima (most likely) blood that he’s had the unfortunate displeasure of coming across.

Honestly, he thought that when he went to collage he would finally be away from it all, finally be safe. God knows that he’s put his dad through enough stress with all the shit he and Scott pulled.

The guilt gnaws at his insides at night.

It seems like all this shit just keeps following him around. Not that he’s complaining or anything, but it’d be nice if the monsters were a bit more considerate of Stiles’ upcoming exams.

So, all things considered, seeing his roommate, (Y/N), up at the ungodly hour of fuck-that-o'clock making pancakes naked in the kitchen is probably number 12 on the list of Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week. (Y/N)’s got her back to him and in the low light of morning, he can only just make out her soft curves and smooth skin.

“Um,” he says, sounding a like a fucking moron who can’t pull four words together to ask *‘what are you doing?’* Luckily for him, his roommate turns around and saves him the trouble.

And suddenly, this entire thing goes up a few spots on the Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week list because (Y/N)’s not naked. She’s got a scarf wrapped around her neck that only just covers her chest bits and a - ridiculously tiny, *oh good lord* - pair of black panties on that makes her ass look absolutely. In a second he realizes that the scarf is the one he asked his dad to send over last month.

And oh, *oh* doesn’t that just make whatever blood Stiles still has in his head go south. Because it’s *(Y/N)* and she’s got his scarf sitting atop her bare chest, the only thing shielding his eyes from the glorious view of her naked body.


He feels weirdly possessive.


Stiles very pointedly shoves those thoughts down along with any other inappropriate images that his mind tries to conjure up. It’s a failed attempt.

“Are those pancakes?” He eventually finds the mental capacity to ask, because now that his upstairs brain’s caught up with the situation, this doesn’t seem that odd compared to all the shit (Y/N)’s pulled in the past. The girl in question nods as Stiles continues to stand in the middle of the kitchen instead of getting the fuck out of there.

“They’re shaped like Mickey Mouseâ„¢,” She informs him and Stiles tries not to be jealous when she flips a pancake and it lands back in the pan, and not on the ceiling. “You want?”

“Pass.” He says, knowing full well that the Kanima blood was drying and if she noticed he’d have some explaining to do. He pointedly tells himself that he’s not running away to hide the tent that he’s now sporting in his jeans. “What are your wearing?” And then something else occurs to him. “Did you just say ‘™’?”

(Y/N) shrugs. “It’s laundry day.” She says lightly, her full attention turned to the pancakes now. “Gotta get it all done. Hope you don’t mind. I stole your scarf.”

Her saying it so casually makes Stiles fell scarily possessive, and his brain is already thinking of the best way to get out of this situation right now. “Keep it.” He says, and clears his throat because his voice is suddenly deep and raspy. “It looks better on you.”

(Y/N) looks at him, as if she knows all the filthy little thoughts running through his head, before putting the pan on a cold plate and walking over to him. It takes a great deal of effort for Stiles to maintain eye contact.

“Really?” She quirks a brow. Now, she’s standing right in front of him, so close that he can see the gorgeous tint of her eyes, can smell the remnants of perfume and vanilla extract on her skin. Stiles gulps. “Honestly Stiles. You put your dad through all the trouble of sending it over only to give it to your roommate so carelessly?”

He should look away. He wants to, because he knows (Y/N), knows that she doesn’t do relationships and loves to play games and, if her screams at night are anything to go by, loves to fuck hard and wild until she can’t walk properly the next day. He should walk the fuck away because he knows that if he does, (Y/N) won’t try it again.

But right now, all he wants to do is fuck her senseless, preferably tied to the bed with that damned scarf.

“Umm,” is what he stupidly replies with instead. (Y/N) raises a brow, but Stiles can’t worry about that because she’s got *hands* and suddenly those hands are being placed delicately on Stiles’ shoulders so that her thumb grazes gently over the dip of his collar bone.


He stares at her for a moment, and Stiles quickly realized he could do it forever. She’s so beautiful, she doesn’t even know it. The set of her bright eyes, the smell of her body, that shade of her skin that Stiles could spend years looking for but never actually match, the way her nose fits perfectly onto her face, the arch of her brows and swell of her lips; it drives him mad.

But then those gorgeous eyes are filling with surprise and she’s laughing slightly when she asks him: “Why is your shirt wet?” Suddenly, Stiles is reminded of the reason he’d come back late in the first place, of the blood and gore and *danger* that seems to come along with his life, and he can’t help this primal instinct within him that begs Stiles to *protect* and *fortify* and he knows it. Stiles knows he just can’t.

Even if it was just for one night, he can’t drag her into the hell hole that is his life.

“I need a shower.” He says and pulls away and it takes everything inside of him to ignore the hurt look on her face as he does.

He practically runs to the bathroom, not even bothering to strip down before he stands under the harsh spray. The water’s freezing cold and it turns his face red, but Stiles knows that blood washes off better this way (he also acknowledges that it’s a fucked up thing to know) and honestly, he needs it.

It takes a full five minutes under the freezing spray before Stiles actually strips down. He piles his dirty clothes in the corner and knows that those jeans are probably ruined. As he turns the heat up, Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the way the water feels cascading down his sore and taut muscles.

And for a moment, just a moment, he allows himself to picture what it would feel like to have (Y/N) in there with him.

It’s wrong, he knows it is, but Stiles can’t stop the thoughts from entering his mind. She’d come in after him, the thinks. Probably when he was just about to step out. He can imagine the way she would look through the frosted glass, the way he would see her delicate hands pull the clothes off her body. He imagines her, finally pulling the shower door open and standing before him, as bare as the day she was born.

Stiles reaches bewteen his legs and strokes his length swiftly, unsuprised to find that he’s already hard. He goes back to the images he’s created in his head. Pictures the way (Y/N) would smirk at the flustered and confused look on his face, and - no.

In his head, this isn’t the first time they’re doing this. In his head, she walks forward with a smile, the genuine kind she gives when she’s high or when Stiles tells a dumb joke. She wouldn’t even wait for him, she’d just step forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders - Stiles pictures the way she had done it moments before - and joining him under the warm water.

He pictures the way the water starts to wet her hair and face, pictures the droplets running down her body. He squeezes himself at the base. He imagines the way her soft skin would feel under his touch, hears her soft gasps and quiet moans as he dips a hand between her legs. Stiles strokes his dick faster, picturing the look of ecstasy on her face when he slides his fingers into her wet opening. His hand’s moving fast now as he imagines pulling away and silencing her moan of disapproval with a kiss as he slides his length into her cunt.

Stiles gasps slightly as he pictures how she would feel around his dick. He hears her moaning gasps as he slides into her, presses love bites to her neck and breasts and she pants and screams and finally, *finally* Stiles is the one making her do so instead of all those guys she brings home. He feels the way her legs would tremble and her body shake as he reaches between them to press a thumb to her clit, he pictures the way she could clench around him as she comes, gripping onto his shoulders and moaning into his ear and -

Stiles almost let’s his shout slip as he comes in his hand.

It takes him a long while to gather himself. He takes deep breaths and tries to fight away the guilt at what he just did. (Y/N)’s his friend and he’s an ass for thinking about her like that, but goddamn* the way she looked and spoke and laughed - it all made Stiles’ head spin.


It is with a belated sense of worry that he realised he’s fallen for her.

 Tek umudum var Şimdi, ßir ayette gizli..

‘’ M â – v e d d e a k e – r a b b u k e – v e – m â k a l â.. ‘’

R a b b i n ! Seni bırakmadı ve Sana Darılmadı..

Duha – 3

clotpolesonly replied to your post “¤â¤â¤â¤â¤â¤ðŸ’•”

honestly i just fucking love that hug. it kills me, i mean LOOK at that. it’s so tight and desperate. the only Jydia we got to see on the show was kinda fucked up tbh but they had the potential to be better, and with hugs like that?? there was something real under there T_T

The relationship was pretty awful in season one but honestly both of -them- were awful in season one, and look how much Lydia has evolved since then. From a totally self-involved, image obsessed girl that “doesn’t date losers” to the point that it became a complex for Jackson, who made out with Scott ––Allison (and Jackson) be damned –– just because he scored a few points in lacrosse, to a brave and selfless, strong character.

Jydia in season two was just honestly beautiful, that whole arc, and the love there was so strong. (I mean… 

…look at that gif and the emotions there, the way they hold each other, and compare it to the St*dia reunion in the most recent season. The emotions and connection here are just… so much stronger).

And imagine how much they could have grown together and how epic they could have become, especially after the payoff of Jackson’s s2 arc and what it meant for his sense of self, and their relationship.

They’re still easily my Lydia-TP. I love them.

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You’re Great at This

Originally posted by obrienimagines

Requested by Anon.

Request: Hi!! love your writing!! could you do one with stiles? where him and the reader have a newborn and just super fluffy please ❤❤             


“What are you so worried about? You’re doing just fine. Just support her head.” I told my husband, Stiles. 

“But she’s so delicate. What if I break her?” 

“You’re not going to break her. You’re doing just fine.” I repeated.

I watched as he held our newborn daughter. We had just brought her home, and it’s not like this is the first time he’s held her, so I can’t find out what the big deal is. 

“Stiles, honey. What’s wrong?” I ask.

“It’s nothing.” He replies, looking at our daughter. 

“It’s something. You can tell me.” 

“What if I’m not a great dad? What if she grows up to hate me? What if I screw something up? What if I drop her?” At the last question, he holds her closer to his chest. 

“You’re not going to drop her. Stiles, I don‘t see why she would hate you. You’re great at this.”

“I know, I just don’t want to mess this up.” He replies, setting her in her crib. 

I wrap my arms around him and he wraps his around me. “You’re not going to screw this up, Stiles.” 

He looks down at me and gives me a peck on the lips. “ I hope you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. Come on. I‘m tired and I don’t know how long it’s gonna be until she wakes back up.” I grab his hand and pull him towards the bed. We lay down, and I fall asleep in his arms. 

Locker Room~ Andrew Benintendi smut

Some good Benintendi smut… based off this request 

Word Count: 900+ 


“Babe, you’ve never been in the clubhouse right?” your boyfriend Andrew asked you.

You though for a second, “Actually I don’t think I have.”

Andrew shook his head, “I can’t believe that I’ve never taken you down there, considering you come to almost every home game.”

You giggled, “I don’t mind.”

“Come to batting practice with me before the game…I’ll give you a special VIP tour” Andrew said winking in the process.

“Oh you will?” you teased.

“Only the best for my princess” Andrew smoothy said.


“And this is my locker” Andrew said showing you to his locker. He didn’t have too much in his locker, just his game day clothes and shoes or so you thought…

Reaching into his locker you pulled out a small picture, “Andrew what’s this?” the picture was of Andrew grabbing your ass while you were lying down in bed wearing ‘Benintendi’ jersey.

Andrew smirked grabbing the photo your hand, “You’re wearing the same jersey today.”

“I don’t know whether I should be flattered or disgusted that you have that in your locker,” you said leaning against the wall behind you. 

“I think you should be flattered,” Andrew whispered in your ear, his hand grabbing your ass. His lips met yours as your hands tugged at his hair. The kiss was hungry and lustful.

“Hey you two, I don’t want y’all fucking in the locker room while I’m around” Xander called out.

“Hmm locker room sex? Then I could check that one off my bucket list” Andrew said squeezing your ass again in the process.

“You guys are nasty freaks” Xander said walking out of the room.

“Andrew!” you scolded.

He laughed,”What?”

“You know what” you said.

His arms wrapped back around again, “Sorry babe, I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“Benintendi! Are you getting out here to do this pregame interview or what?” a voice yelled.

“I’ll be right out!” Andrew replied giving you a quick peck before dashing out to the field.

You rolled you eyes as you watched him run out of the locker room. You decided it was probably your turn to leave too, so you headed to your seat to watch the game.

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Fallen Angels Saving Grace

Author: @riversong-sam

Request: @fayemenelmir said:

Okay. Request… hmmm…. A little Lucifer x Reader based on the Song Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace? :D That’d be awesome.

Word Count: 321 (With Lyrics)

Parings: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Lucifer!” you shook him trying to wake him from his nightmare.
“Lucifer open your eyes!” cold blue eyes stared at you full of fear, anger, pain and other swirling emotions.
“I’m here baby I’m here.” You stroke his cheek.
“How can I take the pain away?” you whisper.
A fallen angel, in the dark
Never thought you’d fall so far
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
Fallen angel

“Just don’t leave me alone.” He whispers pulling you to him.
“I’m not going anywhere Luci,” you kiss his chest. It hurt you to see him this way. He was your soulmate and him hurting was killing you.
“Talk to me my love. I’m here let me in.”
You do it all for my own protection
You make me feel like I’ll be okay
Still I have so many questions
How do you stay so strong?
How did you hide it all for so long?
How can I take the pain away?
How can I save,

Lucifer cracks he couldn’t bear this pain alone anymore. He knew you weren’t weak but he didn’t want you to have to bear his monsters with him. He tells you about the cage and his fall.  
By the times he’s done you’re both crying.
“I’m so sorry baby,” You whisper kissing him softly pouring your love into the kiss. You needed him to know how much you loved him. He needed to know he wasn’t alone any longer. That you were here and you’d catch him when he fell.
A fallen angel, in the dark
Never thought you’d fall so far
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
Fallen angel, just let go
You don’t have to be alone
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
I was right beside you
When you went to hell and back again
I was right beside you

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piaememoriae replied to your post “clotpolesonly replied to your post “¤â¤â¤â¤â¤â¤ðŸ’•” …”

i mean if you romanticise abuse.. yikes

*extremely rolls eyes*

Alright, so first… I don’t know which side of the “abuse” you’re talking about, but whenever anyone tries to claim that poor, innocent Lydia was abused by her awful boyfriend in season one it honestly makes me laugh. Lydia was a nightmare in season one, her attitude and behavior emotionally abusive and triggering many of Jackson’s insecurities and counter-actions. Ex: he needed to be team captain, he needed to keep up with Scott, he needed to be a werewolf because she was all he had to hold onto and her consistent refrain was “if you’re not good enough, I’ll drop you for someone better in a heartbeat.”

That’s not to say Jackson was better. But Lydia was objectively a terrible person at the start of the show: cold and self-absorbed, completely disregarding everyone else’s feelings –– even those of the people she supposedly cared about –– for her own goals. And if you agree that Lydia has been able to grow from that and become a likable character you want to root for, as I do, then why not Jackson? Why not Jydia?

Now let’s jump back a little. I didn’t say I supported Jydia in season one. (And there’s a whole other argument about why it is alright to ship toxic ‘ships, which is true, that I’m not going to even get into at the moment because that’s not what this is.) There were enjoyable elements there, layered between a lot of fucked up behaviors on both ends, but season one Jydia was not a good relationship. Jydia in season two, though, was all about the growth of their relationship, the hidden depths that we only catch glimpses of, and the potential of their relationship along with the powerful, world-altering love that existed on both ends. They held each other together in their darkest moments. Lydia loved Jackson enough to risk being torn apart by him as a kanima, and Jackson loved her back enough that it solidified his identity. And that, to me, is incredibly beautiful.

I’m not in any way saying to forgive your abusers, or to stay in a toxic relationship. I’m saying that characters can grow and relationships can evolve, and the show canonically showed both of these characters growing, highlighting issues that caused them to act the way they did in season one and working through them –– Lydia more than Jackson, since she stayed in the show longer, but I also think it’s also notable that I didn’t actually like Lydia, as a person, until 3A. There were moments that I felt for her, yeah, or enjoyed scenes with her, but I didn’t actually like her in any significant way until that moment when she refused to cover up the marks on her throat. That was the first time that I actually found myself thinking “you know, alright. I like her now.” and she became one of the show’s most enjoyable characters to me throughout 3 & 4. Jackson didn’t have that same opportunity because of Colton leaving, but I saw the potential for it, and such potential in this relationship of two damaged people finding strength in themselves and each other, learning to recognize the value of themselves and each other. “Master Plan” was such a turning point for both them as characters and their relationship as a whole, and to see them take the foundation laid down in that episode and use it to grow into a truly supportive, honest, healthy relationship could have been truly extraordinary.

And if you don’t see that happening like I do, or just don’t like the ship, then that’s fine. But don’t say that I’m romanticizing abuse because that’s got fucking nothing to do with why I love this pairing.

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Letting You Know

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 132

Parings: Jared x Reader

Request: @impalaimagining-mainblog asked:

I think it’s prompt list 7, the prompt is “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” And if you do RPF, Jared please :) if not, Dean is perfectly fine 😁 ♥️

Prompt: You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

You stalked off to the green room where you knew Jared was. He wasn’t answering his texts and you need to talk to him.

“Jared Padalecki.” You said walking into the room getting oos and uh oh he’s in trouble from Rich and the other cast.

“Baby hey.” He trail off seeing your face.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” You asked placing your hands on your hips.

“Sorry (Y/N).”

“You’re gonna be read them.”

He pulled out his phone and read the texts you sent. He looked up wide eyed and about dropped his phone he was shaking so hard.

“You’re.. we’re.. I’m” he sputtered as Jensen made him sit fearful he’d tip over from shock.

“You’re pregnant?!”

You giggled, “Surprise babe.”

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â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ - John’s Blog

John! Heyy!!! I’m coming after you today! Yay! Soo, I have a question! Why did you stop referring to Lestrade as â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ and start to call him by name?

Oh yeah… You only call him by name after Sherlock jumped off Bart’s… Well damn, John. Either you stopped protecting his identity, or, the blog isn’t real after the ‘Hello Boys!’ post, and it’s all in Sherlock’s mind from there. (I have more evidence tucked away here)

So we start at the ASiP post:

Nothing unusual here. John is protecting Lestrade’s identity, it’s all fine.

He does it again in TGG post:

And, I can only think in the Aluminium Crutch post, this is Lestrade as well:

See? It’s all fine. Everything is fine, they can hardly reveal the identity of the man who’s helping them at Scotland Yard.

That is until, The Orient Express post… The 6th post after Sherlock’s death:

Oh look… You mentioned Lestrade, by name. Like everyone knows who he is, yet, Lestrade as a name is never mentioned on the blog before this.

So John just stopped using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“, for some reason? It is never used again and from here, Greg is all that is said. Not even Lestrade: 

So, why John? Why stop using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ to protect peoples names, not just Lestrade’s?

Is it because the blog hasn’t actually been written by you since TRF? Because we’re still there? Is the blog really just what Sherlock wrote in his mind before he fully slipped into dreams and stopped writing it? Because Sherlock does know Lestrade’s name, we know that. (Especially if you think S3 is EMP as well as S4). So what’s stopping Sherlock from writing Lestrade’s name down, when the blog isn’t real at all, after a certain point? That’s right, nothing is. It’s easier to just say Lestrade’s name than using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“.

So, if you didn’t believe me before about John’s blog… Does this sway you? Because it just seems like conclusive proof to me. Or it might not be and there could be a reasonable explanation to this but, I can’t see it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@not-a-bit-good @wibblywobblybowtie @shadow3214 @sarahthecoat (just tagging because you guys might be interested?)

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Highlights not golden but blue

Author: @riversong-sam

Request: @carry-on-my-akward-son said:

Could you do a fluffy Samandriel one shot? 🍄

And

@amanda-marie-1997 said:

Please some Samandriel fluff? I don’t even care what they do I just need some long fluffy Samandriel and reader relationship. Well I just dyed my hair with like blue highlights and if you could incorporate Samandriel thinking they’re cute and silencing any insecurities I may have about how it looks. Basically I just need lots and lots of compliments from Sammy.

Word Count: 379 

Parings: Samandriel x Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Combined two requests for fluffy Samandriel Feedback is greatly appreciated. Gosh I suck ass this has been on my list forever I’m so sorry I’m slow.

You’d been dating Samandriel for a while. He was the sweetest man you’d ever come across and were so lucky to have him. He’d been away in heaven on business a week now and in that time you’d recently dyed your hair. You were worried that your angel wouldn’t like your new style. Most woman with highlights did blonde but you’d seen this color and fell in love, deciding to try it on yourself. You were very happy with it and hoped that Samandriel would like it as well.

At the flutter of wings and a call of your name from downstairs you bite your lip nervously and call out to him.

“Bedroom Sammy!”

He’s up in a flash sweeping you into his embrace and peppering your face in kisses making you giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much my love.”

“I’ve missed you too,” You smile up at him as he plays with your hair in thought.

“You dyed it?”

“Yes please don’t hate it,” You rush out afraid of what hell say. 

“I don’t hate it. I think it suits you. Its very beautiful just like you,” he kisses your nose.

You relax into him, “You think so? Its not too much?”

“No (Y/N). I think its perfect.”

You smile it’d been silly to think he would not like it. He loved you and whatever made you happy made him happy.

“So love tell me about your time away,” You say plopping back on your shared bed. Smiling he lays next to you playing with your hair as he tells you about his week. After he’s finished you tell of yours and your decision to do your hair.

“If you like it I like it my love,” He smiles tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Now how about I cook us dinner and then draw us a nice hot bubble bath. How does that sound babe?”

You grin kissing him, “That sounds heavenly.”

Samandriel laughs, “One heavenly meal and relaxing bath from your heavenly host coming right up.”

You laugh, “I love you.”

“I love you too (Y/N),” he kisses you then heads downstairs.

After dinner the two of you share that bubble bath. You relax against him happy to have him home with you again.

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@norowarerumono replied to your post “¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦ Kanda Yuu and Hisoka Morow have the same birthday, on…”

So close to the number of the beast… But in Kanda’s case it’s probably because of Mugen.

kjdhf I know we joke about that in the hxh fandom since, well, Hisoka may just as well have crawled out of hell all by himself and hadn’t really been born -

But for Kanda, he doesn’t deserve it, except if it’s to say that the Second Exorcist Project was Hell which. True. 

But also i don’t think the date itself is that hugely associated with it…

However, what do you mean by “because of Mugen”? :O I’m really curious now i feel like i’m missing an info :O

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