A/N: Sorry if this seemed rushed. It’s 12:30 am, and I’m exhausted.
Request: @rosesbabygirl requested: Can you do a stiles smut where you keep being rude and giving attitude and he get frustrated and he spanks you and is rough in bed.
“I can’t believe they landed me with you.” I groaned as I sat next to Stiles in his light blue jeep. “Five other people in this pack and they put me with the one person that can’t even defend himself.”
“Well at least they didn’t put you with the person that was voted most likely to commit homicide by the age of eighteen.” Stiles countered.
“Yeah they did.” I smirked shooting him a look. His expression hardened and he sunk back into his seat. We were on our way to investigate the room of one of the chimeras, and for added bonding time, they made Stiles and I look together. I was fairly new to the pack and having come from Theo’s failed attempt at a one Stiles had little to no trust in me. Which angered me so much. I’d helped them, and more than proven myself but he still had a “sneaking suspicion” about me. Mainly because I in fact did kill someone, but in my defense it was during my changing and I had no control over myself. Stiles was a judge-y asshole, when he really had no right. Since day one we’d been on bad terms, and no amount of ‘bonding time’ could fix that. We pulled up to the house, and Stiles park on the street. The windows were dark, but we already knew no one was home.
“Okay, I’ll pick the lock while you stand watch.” Stiles assessed.
“Or I could just break the back window and climb through then unlock the door.”
He rubbed his eyes in frustration. “Do you not know what the word inconspicuous means?”
“No, but I know what the word annoying means.”
“We’re picking the lock, or we’re not going!” Stiles said sternly making me quiet instantly. Not because I was scared, but mostly because he’d never said anything with so much authority in his voice. He looked like a different person when he said it, and it was kind of hot. I nodded acknowledging we could do it his way. We both slipped out of the jeep, shutting the doors as quietly as possible. I followed Stiles around the house to the back door, surveying our surroundings as we did. Once at the door, he crouched down pulling out a Bobby pin and paper clip.
“You can’t be serious?” I scoffed.
He glared at me over his shoulder and than continued picking the lock. Five minutes past, and it clicked unlocking the door. Stiles turned the knob and we scurried into the dark house, locking the door again behind us.
“This way.” Stiles pointed down the hall. We walked together to the room. Sadly, it looked like it hadn’t been touch in awhile. Stiles wandered in and began tentatively looking through the belongings. I watched him for a moment, annoyed my his slow pace.
“god, you’re infuriating.” I pushed my way into the room and roughly rummaged through the desk.
“Can you be more delicate? This is someone’s stuff!” he snapped.
“Yeah, someone who is probably dead.” I rolled my eyes as something glass dropped on the wooden floor.
“Oops.” I shrugged moving from the desk to a pile of books, only to be whirled around by Stiles.
“What is your problem?” he scolded.
I looked down at his hand that was still on my arm. “Right now it’s you touching me.
His grip on my arm tighten and I winced at the pain. “I’m getting tried of your attitude.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I stared into his eyes challenging him, knowing poor, defenseless Stiles wouldn’t do anything. A flicker of something in his eye made me eat my words. I leaned back watching his features grow darker and a ghost of a smile play on his face.
“Do you know what happens to rude girls with bad attitudes?” He angled him self towards me. The sudden change in character frightening me and turning me on all at once. I shook my head to his questioned.
“I’ll show you.” He chuckled. His grip still on my arm, he took the few step to the bed and sat down. He pulled me in front of him positioning me between his legs. He brought his eyes to mine never breaking the stare and skillfully undid my jeans jerking them down my legs to my ankles, pulling a gasp from my lips. He ran his fingers up my legs, to my thighs, and settle on my hips. His touch sent a shiver racing down my spine and a wetness in my panties. Stiles turned me around so I was no longer facing him and grazed his hands across my skimpy white panties drawing gentle circles on them. But he pulled them down too, leaving my ass bare to him.
“This is for your attitude.”
“What is?” I asked and he answered with a searing smack to my bare back. I cried out the hit sending me forward a little. Stiles grabbed my hips with one hand keeping me balanced.
“Shhhhh.” He cooed tenderly rubbing the area. I closed my mouth holding in the whimpers that threatened to escape.
“You’re going to be nice to me now, right?” He asked but he gave me no time to answer. He sent another blow to my ass, a stinging sensation making a muffled moan slip from my lips.
“Yes, Stiles. yes.”
He spanked me again and again sending waves of pleasure riding through me. Finally, he massaged over my butt soothingly. His hand trailing down to my dripping core a few times and I moaned at the touch. I heard him smile from behind me, then slid two fingers into my entrance slowly and I crumbled beneath him. He let out a small laugh before pumping fast in me, already I could feel the familiar sensation in my abdomen.
“Stiles.” I breathed.
He moved faster and I was moaning out wildly, not being able to contain myself. Stiles curled his fingers inside of me instantly hitting my sweet spot. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, and I called out his name warning him. He retracted his fingers, making me whine and I rubbed my thighs together to cause some friction.
“Not yet.” He tsked.
He stood up from the bed and I could feel his bulge hard against my ass. He nuzzled his face into my neck kissing it softly.
“I want you naked.” Stiles whispered into my skin. I felt the goosebumps forming all over my body. He lingered on my neck, ghosting over it and I craved for him to show it more attention.
“Now.” He said smacking my ass. I hissed in pain, but hurriedly tore my shirt from my body. I unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor, and kicked my bottoms from my ankles.
“Good girl.” Stiles hummed in my ear. He snaked his arms to the front of my torso and cupped my breasts. My core tingled with pleasure and I leaned my head back on his shoulder. One hand slowly made it up to my neck and wrapped around it. He kept a loose grip, but the roughness turned me on even more. He spun me around to face him hand still on my neck, but the other move from my boob to my slit rubbing the nub frantically.
“Take off my pants.” he said though gritted teeth. I kept eye contact with him and felt around his torso looking for his button. My hand touched his length and he let out a throaty moan. I started to palm him through his jeans, but he tighten his grip on my neck.
“Take. Off. My. Pants.” He repeated and I pulled open his jean, pushing them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. He pushed me down to my knees, my face inches from his stiff member.
“Open.” He muttered. I dropped my jaw allowing him access. He pushed his length past my lips making me take almost all of him. I gaged when he hit the back of my throat, earning a ragged groan. I hollowed my cheeks sucking on him leisurely. I used one hand to pump the part I couldn’t fit into my mouth. Stiles watch me move around him letting out low grunts and growls. He grew bored and impatient with my sluggish tempo, pulling himself out.
“Get up there.” he nodded towards the bed. “On your hands and knees.” I stood briskly and did as I was told. I caught a glimpse of him over my shoulder and saw him pulling a condom out of his pocket, before stepping out of his jeans. Stiles rolled the latex around his dick and climbed on the bed to meet me. He lined himself up with my core,
“Ready?” he asked moving his hard on against my clit.
“Yes.” I moaned hungerly.
At the word, he rammed himself in to me making me gasp and I dug my nails into the sheets. He thrusted hard in me over and over again, my whole physique quivered with delight. His hand were firmly on my waist making it easier for him to slam his body into mine.
“Fuck Stiles.” I spat feeling the spring in my abdomen coiling tightly. My walls began to tighten around him, and he hastened his pace.
“Are you going to remember me fucking you next time you want to be rude?” he growled removing a hand to rub my bundle of nerves. The sensation released the tightened spring sending waves of bliss over me.
“Yes, fuck. Oh god, yes!” I blurted out. Stiles replaced his hand that was perviously on my clit, back to my waist and I knew why. He thrusted a few more times before releasing his load into the condom. He rode out his orgasm before pulling out of me. I collapsed on the bed panting heavily, and I could hear Stiles redressing behind me. I rolled to my side, propping my head up with my hand.
“You’re more than meets the eye, Stilinski.” I teased.
“Well, just be a good girl, or I’ll have to fuck the shit out of you again.” He smiled smacking my ass.
Federal police and military force is massacring activists and professors who were protesting against the laboral/educative reform. I repeat, they’re massacring them. They’re are killing them and burning them outside Nochixtlán.
On another news, right now in the main plaza, the center of Oaxaca, federal police have cut the lights to make “cleaning” which means dragging and killing all the protesters they can. Ambulances and military jeeps were advising people for NOT helping the protesters or take refugees, or they will be “cleaned” too.
6 protesters were confirmed killed due to the use of large weapons by the police. More protesters are disappeared and some are confirmed (just by the survivors) death or burned. In Hacienda Blanca they were killed too.
Also, hospitals, doctors and medicine students aren’t allowed to help or receive the protester, all of this are orders coming from president Enrique Peña Nieto, and the public education secretary Aurelio Nuño Mayer.
First I wanted to say ur an INCREDIBLE writer and I was wondering if I could get a Liam imagine where reader is stiles younger sister(Liam and reader are like best friends) and has been having nightmares and can’t sleep and the pack has a sleepover. Liam and Y/N accidentally fall asleep talking to eachother, stiles doesn’t approve but Scott says something like isn’t this the first time she’s slept in a while and stiles still doesn’t like it but leaves them alone lots of fluff please thank you!!
“You look terrible.” Stiles, your
jackass of an older brother said as you walked out of your room in
the dimly lit morning. You shot him a glare as you headed to the
bathroom, choosing to ignore his comment rather than spit your
insults. You weren’t in the mood, and he could clearly see that as he
followed you into the small confined space, his eyes wondering your
slouched figure. Something was different, no, something was wrong.
You always had something to say, so the lack of insults and sarcasm
seemed to worry your overprotective brother. He stepped closer to
you, leaning down to look into your tired, bloodshot and drowsy eyes.
It had been years since Lydia had seen her older sister… Years since she heard her laugh, saw her smile. Now that she was coming back? It was like Lydia was meeting a stranger… She had no idea what her sister was like anymore or if they would get along.
“If you keep staring into the clouds your going to miss everything that happening around you,” An all too familiar voice said behind the banshee.
Turning around, Lydia plastered an excited grin and threw her arms up, hugging her sister. “Rhea! How was Africa? Why did you change your mind and come back?”
Honestly I’m prob so angry all the time bc I work w an ex-cop turned Peak L*beral and a vocal tr*mp supporter who has bumper stickers on her jeep about shooting people who don’t support our troops and still this is one of the least toxic work environments I’ve been in……. which only goes to show u I’ve had some pretty horrible terrible jobs
So I did a fic called “How was the party” for Feysand week. But because it was rushed I wanted to write it again.
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)
One more drink and she’d be against the floor. She was sure as her body was loose, swaying to the music. She moved and jumped the beats that rumbled from under their feet.
One more drink and she would throw up, was her conclusion. Tamlin came beside her, hair stuck to his forehead. “You seem to be having fun.” he growled. Feyre nodded, “I think I could dance forever..” she slurred.
Now her words came out chopped, blurred. “Come with me.” Tamlin whispered. She obeyed, letting herself get dragged as he held her wrist.
Couples were splayed against the floor and walls. Shamelessly grinding and kissing in the faded strobe lights. Someone passed her with such violet eyes she almost reached out for them. They continued to walk away, she wasn’t sure if they had gave her a slight glance. It didn’t matter anyway.
Tamlin opened to a bedroom. Feyre swiftly dumped her self onto the silk bed. Tossing off her heels and loosening her cream colored dress. “The music’s so loud.” She complained, covering her hands over her ears as if it could change how deep the bass went.
Tamlin nodded as he came over her, pieces of his hair dangling in front of her face. “You looked nice tonight.”
“I always look nice.” She whispered. The heat between them kept rising and rising. It was becoming unbearable, “It’s too hot Tam, get off.” She lightly pushed him off. He didn’t even budge.
“I can make you hotter you know.” His face came closer, she felt his hand move from her waist to her hip. Slowing going down to her thighs. “Not tonight Tamlin.” She groaned.
He swirled circles on the outside of her thigh. He dipped down farther into a deep kiss, he let his lower body down. Placing one of his legs in between hers and one on the outside.
Feyre broke from the kiss, turning her head to the side. “Tamlin, no.” He wasn’t listening. Feyre wondered when was the last time he had ever listened to her and put that thought into consideration.
“Come on.” He said. His mouth traveled down to her neck, leaving kisses hard enough she knew marks would appear later. “No you come on.” She said firmly. She pushed harder this time, but his body was so heavy and large. “Tamlin, knock it off.” She said louder. Her throat felt hoarse as she tried to yell over the thundering music. He’d cut her off with kisses she tried to turn away from
She pushed again and again. He only responded by handling her thigh and kissing her neck. She could feel herself getting sick. “Lighten up would you.” Tamlin looked up and scowled. “Just get off. Please.” Feyre rasped.
Feyre clawed at one of Tamlin’s arms. He reflectively reeled his arm back, “Feyre-” He started. She was halfway to the door, shoes forced on even though her heels barked in protest. “Don’t Feyre me. I’m only worth your time like this.” She had closed the door and entered the mess of the hallway.
“You.” Someone called from behind.
Ianthe. “You are so full of yourself.” She chuckled. A cigarette had found its way to her. “I’m not in the mood.”
She laughed, drawing out of the cigarette and dropping it to the floor. “You never seem to be.”
She came closer. The scent of flowers came nearer, “I’d do anything to just get near him for a good week. While you toss him away.”
Feyre felt rage boil in her. “While I toss him away?”
If anything she was the one under appreciated.
They hadn’t even come together in the same car.
An excuse last minute said he was able to get his soccer teammates to give a ride. Of course, not for her.
It was never for her. All he times he’d last minute cancel dates Feyre had painstakingly make.
The times he said he would stay over night and would leave right after she fell asleep.
“Try dealing with a boyfriend who won’t give you the time of day.” Feyre hissed. Ianthe took a step back, her eyes now lined with curiosity and pity.
“Try having someone you love ignore you!” He voice rose, she was pointing right at her chest. “You don’t get to judge me. At least I don’t act like such a prude in front of him.”
She had struck a nerve. She could see Ianthe’s eye twitch. “Show him for the witch you are.” Feyre spat and walked off. Two second later she heard Ianthe scream in anguish. Feyre turned lazily but then stood firmly, fear in her eyes.
“Someone help me!” She cried out. She had caught on fire, her cigarette blunt still visible on the carpet.
People had spilt innumerable amounts of alcohol onto the floor. The flames spread fast, then she was running.
The screaming rose, people’s face turned from carelessness to terror. “Someone call the fire department!”
Feyre could have laughed at the idea if she wasn’t running for her life. A bunch of high schools getting caught in a fire due to under age drinking. She knew she wasn’t innocent, she stumbled and cursed loudly. She tore off the pain inducing shoes and started sprinting.
A fire roared near the entrance, she turned so rapidly she tripped over herself. Someone pulled her up and ran, those same pair of violet eyes shone.
She didn’t question anything and followed. “Feyre! Feyre!” She cringed as her name was called. “Just keep moving.” The man said. She could hear Tamlin call louder.
There had been an exit to the back, they ran out as posts from the ceiling fell. Most people had gotten out Feyre hoped.
“Are you hurt?” He asked. Feyre had a clear look at him, his mesmerizing eyes scanning her for burns. “No. No, I’m fine.” She stuttered, dusting off her short, beige dress.
He sighed in relief. “I’m Rhysand, but as much as I’d like to talk more. I hear sirens.” Feyre nodded in agreement.
They both hopped into a black jeep. People had been already waiting inside.
“Took you long enough.” A woman said, her hair was sleek and black. It reached right about her neck, her silver eyes quickly scanned Feyre. “I’m not that slow Amren.” Rhys sighed.
Feyre looked to the driver seat, seeing one of the most popular cheerleaders. Mor sat there, already putting the car out of reverse and into drive.
“That’s one nasty fire.” She said pitifully.
Feyre noted Cassian sitting next to Rhysand. “Who’s the idiot that let that happen.” He said, annoyance lacing his words.
“Ianthe had.” Feyre blurted out. Amren gave her another look over, “What were you doing so close to that girl.” She didn’t ask, she ordered.
“I told her off after talking about Tamlin.” Everyone simultaneously acted in their own way of discomfort.
“Did he do anything? I heard yelling.” Rhys asked. Feyre stayed silent, “She just got out a burning building alive Rhys.” Cassian said. “Give her time to recollect.”
Mor stopped at a light and turned to Feyre, “If he did anything, tell me. I’ll make sure he doesn’t see the light of day eve-” Amren snapped her fingers at Mor. “Lights green.”
Amren turned to Feyre again, “To finish what Mor said. Tamlin is annoying as hell, ask us to dispatch him.” Amren’s words said in a lethal tone.
“I’m not to sure about killing but, he’s alright.” Feyre mumbled. She was lying, she felt her heart rate rise.
Almost everyone looked to Feyre with confusion. “He’s alright!” Mor said incredulously.
Cassian shook his head, “Wait, Rhysand said he heard yelling from you.” Feyre nodded, “Yeah we were kind of messing around. But he didn’t hear me say stop, I wasn’t loud enough.”
Amren scoffed, “If Tamlin heard someone bad mouthing him from a mile away. He would hear it.” She hissed “His tiny mind only fits in his well-being, Feyre”
Feyre opened her mouth but then stopped, “How do you know my name.” Amren shot a glance to Rhysand then settled back into her seat. Cassian had seemed to do the same thing, “What we’re saying is,” Rhys said, drawing away from the previous topic. “Tamlin doesn’t treat people well. We’re concerned-”
Feyre shook her head, “I just met you Rhysand, all of you. You seem nice and everything.” She turned to look at the window beside her. “But you guys just don’t have the right to say what you want. He’s just really busy sometimes and doesn’t-” She rubbed at her arm. Her eyes stung, “He tries.” Feyre said.
Cassian flinched at the crack in her voice.
“Could you please drop me off at the apartments on Prythian ave.” Feyre asked, her voice like a pin drop in a room.
Mor made several turns before heading on the right path. “Sure.” She said softly.