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. Anyway, this is a series I’ve been thinking about a lot and I’m not sure if I’ll continue, but it was fun to write.
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
Part 1 - Laundry Day
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 â€˜â„¢â€™?”
(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.
Guys, took so long to choose what to upload to you… I think it is a disease…
BUT! I want you to understand that I love you and I want to know that what I’m doing you like! On this I very carefully choose the information, pictures, music, videos for YOU! Because of this, updates are not as often but I try! Try to upload content not just for quantity, but choose what you like!
I love you and want you felt it!
Write to me, I love to communicate with you, you’re all so beautiful!
Never doubt this!
Request: can you do one where Peter and reader got a bit steamy with a make out session and Peter doesn’t notices to ton of very very noticeable hickies on him until he’s left his room and him trying to survive the day with it?
A/N: Hey guys! I am finishing my exams this Wednesday, so I will probably upload nothing else until then -I will try to write my imagine based on the incredible trailer that day, so it should be up on Thursday at most!
Peter laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you wearing it. ‘’Babe, somebody is gonna barge in’’ he whispered, a smile on his lips as your lips kissed his stomach. ‘’Are you giving me a hickie?’’ he asked, furrowing his brows. You raised your head to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. ‘’Of course not’’ you reassured him. He brought your face close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on the bed. You put your hands on his hair, pulling at some strands and making him groan. Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickie, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn’t notice. You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your hands drew patterns on his back. He run his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him. Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find his looking at you with an expression full of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands. ‘’Will you give me back my t-shirt so I can go out and have breakfast?’’ he said, the grin still on his face. You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, and as you looked at him putting on his t-shirt, you admired the way his neck was full of hickies, although he didn’t notice. ‘’Let’s go grab some food’’ you said, getting up from bed and grabbing his hand. You both left your room at the Avengers Tower and walked towards the kitchen, a comfortable silence between you. When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, considering it was still pretty early and they couldn’t afford to sleep in and lose training. ‘’Good morning everyone’’ you said as you let Peter’s hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice. Peter sat on a stool as you passed him some pancakes, and Tony looked at him with a smirk on his face before nudging Steve’s side. ‘’Spiderboy, what you got in your neck?’’ he asked, the smirk present on his voice. Peter automatically raised his hand and put it on his neck, trying to see if he had something. ‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked, his voice raising an octave. ‘’It seems like somebody decided to paint a sunset there’’ Natasha told him. You rested against the counter, a cup of warm coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips. ‘’I’m pretty artsy, right?’’ you asked, taking a small sip of your drink. Peter gasped and looked at you, an offended look in his eyes. ‘’You said you hadn’t given me a hickie!’’ he accused you. ‘’When you asked me, I hadn’t’’ you said, shrugging your shoulders. Everybody laughed as they looked at Peter, who looked like an angry kid. ‘’What am I supposed to tell my aunt? The ‘I fell going down the stairs’ excuse isn’t gonna make it this time!’’ he complained.
what’s fucking gross is that dan and phil work SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard like come on have you seen the amount of gaming videos lately?? and let’s not forget when they did gamingmas. come on, these guys try so hard to make us happy and entertain us and yeah it is okay to have humour and make jokes sometimes about what one of them may upload and it’s okay if internet support group isn’t your favourite, but bashing dan and sending him horrible tweets and making him feel like shit for something WE overhyped is really not okay
for those of you who don’t know it, i suggest you google what respect is
Hey guys I’ve been gone for a while but I am finally trying to return to you. The first thing that i’m gonna do is upload all the Unearthed Arcana material, afterwards I’ll post new fan made materials. Sorry for being gone and I hope you’ll enjoy my return.
This is my number one favorite YouTube video of all time. 8 seconds long, and in that brief span, gives you minutes of laughter and HOURS of stuff to discuss. What is this competition? Who is this guy in the rafters? How did he get there? Why is he WAKING UP there? The title implies that the sleeping man is the video uploader… is he still trying to piece together how he materialized there? The greatest part of this video is the dangling carrot of mystery that will never truly be solved. Short and sweet- the best YouTube video of all time.
Thank you very much for checking out this whole list of videos. It was fun putting them together! I’ll have to do another list like this sometime. But until that day- don’t forget to do the skit!
I had so many technical difficulties trying to upload this, but I finally succeeded! This is personally how I take notes, and I have discovered that it works very well for me. I hope that I am able to help someone out, or at the very least, give you guys some good ideas :)
Request:“Could you do one where reader is in another band and is the singer or something like that“
(Y/N): I missed out on an episode of adventure time for this so you guys better like it. Thank you for submitting x
Being on tour is one of the greatest thing ever. You get to travel the world and do what you love with the people you love at the same time. Of course it has its pros and cons but overall, it‘s something you could not be enough grateful for. On top of that, is the opportunity to somewhat give back to your fans, that have supported your band as a whole throughout all these years, through many ups and downs.
You wake up at early in the morning in the stronghold to watch the sunrise. This morning isn’t grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colours merge into neon pink and peach. Catching a glimpse of your phone, you notice that it‘s way too early for you to get out of bed, so you choose to use the time to check your social medias. Immediately after opening the Twitter app, your vision gets bombard with thousands of notifications. However, almost all of them are hinting to one single tweet.
‘@tylerjoseph: @joshdun is seeing the love of his life live tonight. wish him luck‘
Another mini doujin for you guys! I will try to upload the next chapter next week :D It’s been a long time i haven’t draw these couples so it’s kinda weird haha hope you guys wouldn’t mind it ;) The doujins will set on the married life (when the child aren’t born yet XD) haha
BY | Makinono
PS: DO NOT REPOST IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!! PLEASE ASK ME BEFORE YOU POST IT. Thank you so much :))
I don’t deserve this. You are all amazing people. I seriously don’t deserve this though. I don’t upload imagines frequently enough because I’m really busy, and you don’t deserve to be let down like that. I will try to make them more frequent, but I really am sorry guys. I don’t deserve all the support you give me, heaven knows that, and you mean the world and more to me, my go you mean the entire universe to me and I can’t believe that you all support me. It’s an amazing thought, so I will try to give back more. I’m in a really tough spot with my personal life right now, though it seems like I always am, but this blog makes me feel better, so I will try to devote myself more to in and indulge more in the joy it brings me, rather than look at it with a worried expression, thinking I’m not good enough, because if I wasn’t good enough, I wouldn’t be here.
I want you all to know how grateful I am for you. I notice those of you who like all my posts, even the dumb ones that have nothing to do with the blog, and you give feedback. This makes me so happy you have no clue @pinkwitch21@pamelaivy@king-wolfie@jazzyd123@superwholockian309 and so many more. These are just the ones off of the top of my head