Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING
Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write.
- Void!Stiles Stilinski x Reader/OFC (½) - After Allison, Scott and Stiles come back from sacrificing themselves to save their parents, Y/n notices a change and decides whether to save the boy she loves, who may no longer be there, or let the Pack destroy the Nogitsune, and with it, Stiles.
- Stiles Stilinski x Reader/OFC Series (44-?) - AU where Stiles’ “vision” happened and everyone ended up going to school near each other. Stiles and Scott live together and go to school at University of California at Berkeley. They think that they have escaped the supernatural drama that engulfs Beacon Hills on a daily basis, at least during the school year, until one night in the middle of January, they happen upon a girl fighting two grown men in a park.
- Stiles Stilinski x Reader/OFC Series (8/8) - When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives
- Stiles Stilinski x OFC Series (1-?) - Isolde Plantagenet, the first daughter of the first York King of England, Henry, lives a relatively happy life as the Princess of England, and second in line to the throne, behind her older brother, Arthur. The only thorn in her side is her betrothed, Sir Jackson Whittemore, the Duke of Suffolk. She is resigned to her fate as someone who is forced to marry for duty, not love, until she meets a man at a ball.
- Mitch Rapp x Reader/OFC Series (45-?) - Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year, when he finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the CIA Director of Counterterrorism. Irene decided to send him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained to become a covert assassin, on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.
- Thomas x OFC Series (2-?) -When Thomas was eight years old, before the solar flares ravaged the earth and WCKD took control of his life, he was just a boy named Stephen, who heard a voice late at night.
- Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC Series (25/25) - Y/n Y/L/N was always aware of who Dylan O’Brien was, and even attended Boston College, as a friend of his older sister, Julia’s. They didn’t meet until years later, at a bar on the East End of Long Island, New York, one summer afternoon in June of 2017. Will it remain simply a fond summer memory, or will it turn into a romance for the ages?
A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.
A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young.
Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn
AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.
Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.
Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.
Do not threaten a person’s life because you cannot understand the difference between fantasy and reality.
Dylan O’Brien does not belong to you. Dylan O’Brien does not belong to me. Dylan O’Brien belongs to Dylan Fucking O’Brien.
He is his own person and insane fans like these are the reasons why he never goes on Twitter anymore, the reasons why he hates going out, the reasons why he hates the celebrity life that he has.
Dylan O’Brien is an actor, not a fucking god. He is human just like you and me. He has flaws and faults. He poops. He eats. He can get hurt in accidents. He can die at any given moment (not that I would ever want that, God forbid). He is simply a normal dude who likes to act.
Do not praise him like he is more than just a person. That’s not what he wants. He just wants to make good films and be proud of his achievements.
Stop threatening women who work him. That’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. The world already makes women pit themselves against each other for male attention, DO NOT GIVE OLD WHITE MEN MORE REASON.
Don’t be this kind of fan. Treat Dylan like a human and he will respect you for that.
Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!
I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.
The jostling of the moving car bumped you left and right, the
almost inaudible chug of the engine the first sound you could make out. Your
eyes clenched tightly, a small stream of sunlight hitting them through the
window. Your mind was slow to process what was going on and where you were, the
worn leather of the seats making your back sweat profusely.
Wait, you thought
to yourself, your eyes cracking open to stare at the roof of the vehicle above
your head. Why am I in a car? The last
thing I remember was falling asleep on the roof…
You sat up startled, glancing around at your surroundings
hoping to figure out where you were and what was going on. A million thoughts were
running through your mind, none of them making any sense. You glanced out the
window in front of you, watching the trees pass by. You were in a moving
vehicle, make and model unknown, person driving it most likely having kidnapped
“Glad to see you are finally awake,” the driver spoke. You
glanced at the person, meeting their eyes through the rear-view mirror. The
male’s honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, but more than familiar to
your well-trained eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”
Your mouth fell open, not believing what you were looking
Stiles Stilinski is
right in front of me. What the fuck?
A/N: This was inspired by two songs Windswept by Crywolf and Daning On My Own By Robyn (the Hunter Plake and Jack Cassidy version). When I heard them the ideas just started flowing. This is very different from anything I have written. I had @minhosmeanhoe on my mind as I wrote this. Not for any particular reason, she’s just my actual soulmate so I’m dedicating this to her. I really hope you guys like this (: Also, I’m pretty sure I proofread this! (Pretty sure)