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guys I do wanna say that I’ve been very very busy but I’m slowly working through your requests, and yes, requests will be open for submissions/requests again. trust me, I see them all and I am actively working on them lol. I missed writing for u guys<3

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Sorrowful Secrets

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x Reader

warnings: implied violence, cursing, implied sexual content, angst. 

word count: 443

summary: You’re sick of being Andrew’s dirty little secret. 

"Why didn't you let them meet me?" you questioned, the two of you were standing in the kitchen, your eyes flicking to meet each other's gaze every few moments, "I just... I didn't want them to bother me about it..."

Lie.

"Is that how you see me?" you began, your voice wavered and yet, you still found the courage to keep pressing, "am I so awful that you don't want anyone asking about me?"

Andrew let a sigh pass his lips, "you know that's not how it is."

You tilted your head to the side, "do I Andrew? Because from the looks of it, when I approached they didn't even know who I was." you paused, trying your best to hold back tears you managed to meet his gaze, "am I your dirty little secret? Are you that ashamed of me?"

Andrew's hands went up to knot into his hair and after a few minutes he let them fall to rest on the counter before looking at you, "I'm not ashamed of you... I just-"

"I fucking knew it." you mumbled, you couldn't even be bothered to wipe away the tears that had begun to sail down your cheeks, there was no hiding how much it hurt, how much he hurt.

"If I had known this was how it was going to be, I would've never gone on that date with you."

The man closed his eyes and turned his head up towards the ceiling, he wished this wasn't happening, after a few seconds he opened his eyes, wiped his tears from his cheeks, and moved to follow you into the living room where you were staring out the window with your arms crossed over your chest, the second he touched you he noticed that you flinched away from him.

"I think you should leave." you'd spoke, it was so quiet that he would've thought it was a whisper if not for the look on your face, you were devastated, that much he could see. But he knew there wasn't anything he could do.

"Y/n-" he began, "get out." it was the note of finality in your voice that forced him to the door, his heart told him to stay, to apologize and make it up to you, but his brain was telling him this was one of the many battles he was going to lose.

Popping open the door, he was immediately met with an onslaught of cameras, shit. So much for a secret.

But maybe things were better this way, with the press getting wind of what was happening and releasing it to everyone who could read. Maybe this would draw them back together again.

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Hayden Christensen Masterlist

Anakin Skywalker

Turning Tides

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i think ur requests are open? idk I'm sorry if they're closed just ignore this. Blurb where anakin from Star Wars has a dream/nightmare that you're alive and somethings pulling at him, when he wakes up, he realizes it's the force, and that it's telling him you're alive.

Turning Tides

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

warnings: death (somewhat vivid but not very detailed gore wise), angst, nightmares

word count: 564

summary: anakin has a dream, which quickly turns into a nightmare. The force is trying to tell him something important, something about two people he holds dear. 

a/n: please keep sending in requests! it can be of any character/celeb or you can pick someone off my masterlist!

You sat in the grass watching Anakin from across the field, he was smiling and a part of you wanted to get up and sprint over to him, but you knew that would more than likely result in you tripping over the bottom of your dress. So instead, Anakin jogged over to you. 

When he finally reached you he plopped down in the grass beside you and took your hand in his, “to what do I owe the pleasure my lady?” you feigned innocence and softly smiled back, “you’re to escort me home.” she spoke. Within seconds Anakin was bursting out in a fit of laughter. 

No noise came from you. Your grip on his hand had become deathly tight and his fingers had started to turn white, he looked up at you, your face drawn into a tight line and your eyes burning holes into you, “y/n?” he questioned, your mouth parted to form a small circle and a dark crimson began to bloom from your torso. 

He looked down, realizing this, and watched as a hooded figure withdrew their saber from your body, you fell forward into Anakin with a small gasp from your lips and you watched with the last bit of life you had as Anakin’s panicked eyes met your own. 

“No- no no no.” he muttered.

He ran his hand over your cheek and forced a few strands of hair out of your face, “you’re going to be fine my lady.” his efforts to stop the bleeding were useless, only more blood poured out from your wound. And as much as he wanted to stay with you, there was something tugging on him, settling you into the grass, he stood and walked off in the direction of the hooded figure.

He’d stopped walking, and his back was to Anakin as he approached. He realized as he came up behind the man that the land around them had slowly turned to beach. There was sand everywhere, it was beneath him, to his left and right, and further ahead the ocean waves slapped against the very sand he was standing on. 

Without warning, the hooded figure spun around with his lightsaber, Anakin reached for his own, but it wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere near him. He dodged out of the hooded man’s path and trained his eyes on the saber in his hands, it was blue. He could’ve sworn he recognized it. But no, it couldn’t have been, right?

“You mistake my actions as evil, young padawan.” 

He knew that voice, there was no mistaking it. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Why?” he spoke his voice cracking as he stared the man down, “it was for your own good Anakin, she is dead because of your callous thoughts.” 

He shook his head, with another swing of his arms the bottom of his saber smashed into Anakin’s face and sent him sprawling in the sand. The smell, God, it was so strong, it was you, and he couldn’t stand how overwhelming it was. 

He leaned down, his face inches away from the boy’s ear, “you mustn’t seek her out Anakin.” Without so much as a look of shame, Obi-Wan drove the saber into Anakin’s heart.

He woke covered in sweat and panting, quickly, he drew the sheets from over his body and stared out towards the window. 

You were alive. 

Now, he just had to find you. 

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Dating Thomas

PDA

∙ he'll occasionally brush his fingers against the side of your leg ∙ most forms of pda make him uncomfortable since he's been surrounded by boys for as long as he can remember ∙ when you two are alone he'll hold your hands in his ∙ cryptic looks

MISCOMMUNICATIONS ∙ you guys always have the same idea, but different ways of reaching the end goal, which leads to some arguments ∙ he doesn't always tell you what he's up to and that sort of weakens the trust ∙ when the two of you first meet you think somethings going on between thomas and teresa, which he is very quick to clarify on

DATES ∙ you guys go down to the beach and sit on the rocks when there's nothing else to do ∙ sometimes the two of you will go down to the edge of the water in the middle of the night to look at the moon for a bit

SEEING EACH OTHER ∙ you two share a hut on the island so you see each other every day ∙ the two of you sit next to each other during meals and visits to the bonfires, sometimes you'll choose to work together on the ongoing projects on the island ∙ sometimes if his lunch is before yours he'll sneak up on you while you're working and wrap his arms around your waist

SEX ∙ he is extremely into doggy style ∙ since he usually does doggy style, he would have to say he's a top ∙ he also loves missionary, it lets him see all the little faces you make ∙ he loves pulling your hair ∙ he'll lean in really close, pushing himself as deep as possible, and whisper dirty things into your ear. neither of you are loud, but on the rare occasion that you are, thomas will slip his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

AFTERCARE ∙ usually a bath or shower of some sort ∙ he brushes your thick hair and you sweep his up and out of his face ∙ the two of you will quietly lay in bed, he pulls you in close to rest your head on his chest ∙ every now and then you'll play with his hair till the two of you fall asleep ∙ when you wake up you realize he's brought you breakfast and is quietly watching you with a smile

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER ∙ thomas is usually the first one up ∙ he'll gently run his hand up and down your arm until your eyes flutter open ∙ most days it doesn't last long as you have to get up and get to your assignments for the day, but you make sure to dress slowly, to savor your time with one another ∙ he makes sure to ask if you're alright at lunch and presses a kiss to your temple

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Promised Secrets

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: some mentions of injury, nothing too detailed, some slight angst (if you can even call it that)

word count: 662

summary: Peter comes home from his night patrol and is eerily quiet, you quickly find out why.

You were laying flat on your stomach in bed under the thick comforter, listening as quietly as possible to see if Peter was near, you knew he was supposed to be off his patrol soon, and still, it felt like there was so much time left till he was supposed to return home. A part of you thought he wouldn't come back, and then you heard the sound of the window being pulled open and rolled over to face the man of the hour.

You smiled as he closed the window behind him and turned to you, from the look on his face you could tell something was wrong and within seconds you were out of bed and at his side, "what is it?" you questioned, he took a shallow breath and nodded towards his abdomen, "big... big fight." he muttered. A frown spread over your lips and you led him to the foot of the bed before helping him down into a sitting position, "where's it hurt?" you asked as you reached your hands around his neck and began to slowly pull the suit from around his shoulders.

"Down... between my chest and my stomach." he mumbled, he leaned his head back against the footboard and shut his eyes as you pulled the suit off of him, for a moment you almost believed he was sleeping, but you knew he wasn't.

Your hands ghosted over his skin as you assessed the damage, you weren't sure if he would need stitches or not, with his whole superhero abilities advantages, but something told you to go and retrieve the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink. 

When you returned Peter's eyes were open and his gaze followed you as you entered the room and plopped down onto the floor in front of him. His eyes flicked from your face to the kit, and he watched as you unlatched the lock of the box and began to sort through it. 

You looked so concentrated at the task at hand that when Peter reached his hand out to brush across your thigh you didn't pay him any mind. Then he did it again, gently applying a little bit of pressure to gain your attention, you looked up at him, his eyes calm like a motionless sea, and his expression as warm and welcoming as it usually was.

You moved yourself to sit in his lap and brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, "you know you can't keep going on like this." you sighed stroking your thumb across his warm skin, he gave a small nod and reached his hand up to press against yours, "I know." he mumbled, giving him a sad smile, you leaned forward and placed a kiss against his forehead, "I mean it Pete."

He nodded and before you could move back to the box he placed his hands on your hips and pressed his forehead against yours, "it can wait a few minutes." he muttered before closing his eyes, instead of arguing, you did the same, and took a moment to remember that he was going to be fine, he always was.

"I love you, you know that, right?" he spoke, his eyes were still closed, and yet, it was almost as if he was staring at you through your thoughts, "I know." you replied, he opened his eyes before speaking against and nudged his nose against yours, "then you understand why I can't stop."

You'd heard this same statement multiple times prior, and every time you agreed, but you wouldn't, not tonight, not after this.

"I just want you to be more careful."

Rubbing his nose against yours, he smiled when you did, "I will, I promise."

Grinning, you held out your pinky finger, "you pinky promise?" feigning a look of shock, he nodded his head and looped his own pinky finger around yours, "why of course." he chuckled.

Maybe you loved him too much.

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Blooming Daisies

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 446

summary: you and peter have been trying for a baby for four months, and finally, it happens.

You were lying in bed staring through the nearest window when the door to the bedroom opened and in stepped Peter, his face was still, and impossible to read, which was odd, because usually, Peter was easy to read. When he was sad, it was easy to detect, and when he was happy, it was easy to tell.  A small shiver passed down your spine as he stopped at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to the sheets around you, never meeting your gaze.

He looked off towards the window for a moment before finally meeting your stare, his gaze faltered for a moment but as he held up the small blue and white stick in the air, he found that his gaze couldn't have hardened, it was already as tight and upset as it could be.

"When were you going to tell me?" he questioned, you sat up in bed, the covers falling from around your clothed torso as you did so, "when you got home from patrol?" you spoke, it was more a question than anything, one directed at him, as if the answer couldn't have been more obvious.

He shook his head, "how long have you known?" you smiled, that same, sweet, happy smile that Peter had fallen in love with so long ago.

"Since this morning." you chuckled as you crawled across the bed to sit in front of him, gently taking his hands in your own you smiled up at him, "Pete, we're gonna be parents." she whispered.

He couldn't find it in himself to be mad, not even the tiniest bit, you'd found out this morning, same as him, and if anything, he was happy, that was all he could be.

A smile broke out across his lips seconds later and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, "how far along do you think you are?" he questioned as he pulled away, pursing your lips, you gave a small shrug of your shoulders, "maybe three or four weeks? I'm not sure, I haven't had any symptoms."

With a small nod, he plopped down beside you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you as he pressed his head into the crook of your neck where you were met with more kisses, you giggled against his touch, and eventually, the two of you were lying face to face on the bed.

"Are you excited?" you asked, the smile that broke out on his face was the only answer you needed, "yeah, kinda scared too, but really excited."

You smiled back at him because deep down, you knew that Peter Parker was going to be the world's best Dad.

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Master Lists

Andrew Garfield

Dylan O’Brien

Sebastian Stan

Tom Holland

Charlie Cox

Chris Evans

Hayden Christensen

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Andrew Garfield Masterlist

Peter Parker

Crumbled Papers

Blooming Daisies

Promised Secrets

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Dylan O’Brien Masterlist

Dylan O’Brien

Dating Dylan O’Brien

Stiles Stilinski

Dating Stiles Stilinski

Stuart Twombly

Dating Stuart Twombly

Mitch Rapp

Dating Mitch Rapp

Thomas

Dating Thomas

Crossover Blurbs

Double Trouble

Longer Fics

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Crumbled Papers

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: oral (fem + male receiving), bondage(ifkyk), dom!peter, unprotected sex, breeding kink, basically porn with no plot. 

word count: 2172

summary: you and peter are left home alone and suddenly an idea comes to mind, a way to make your time together more.. exciting.

Peter was sitting on the edge of the desk in your bedroom with his hands placed behind his head, for a moment, he almost seemed relaxed, but you knew what his thinking face was, and from the looks of it, he was deep in thought.

A few more moments passed before he cracked an eye open in your direction, embarrassed, you looked away as a light flush of pink crept onto your cheeks. Even if the two of you were dating it was still awkward to be caught staring.

"What're you thinking about?" you questioned, his eyes had closed once more but it was obvious, he wasn't sleeping, "just some stuff." he mumbled.

Sighing, you leaned your head into your hand and ran the other over his lower thigh, "Peter." he cracked his eyes open again and looked down at you, "yes?" he questioned, you offered him a small smile before speaking, "what are you actually thinking about?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he let his hands drop from behind his head and into his lap where he gently placed one on top of the hand on his thigh. "you." he mumbled softly rubbing his thumb over the top of your fingers, he loved you, both of you knew that, and yet, every time he declared it, it always sent a rush of thrill through you. It felt good knowing that you were loved, especially by Peter.

Instead of replying, you simply smiled and laid your head down on Peter's thigh

After a few moments of lying there, you felt Peter's hand lace into your hair, and for a moment you weren't sure why, until you saw his other hand go to the zipper of jeans, a small beating occurred in your core, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come next.

Gently moving your head from his thigh, you watched as he tugged his boxers down just the slightest before pulling his cock from its confines. Your eyes darted over it faster than you realized and suddenly Peter's hand was back in your hair gently pushing you towards the head of his cock.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" he questioned, your lips were hovering over the head of his cock, and instead of answering you wrapped your lips around it and forced yourself down onto him. His head flew back within seconds and a breathy moan left his lips as his grip on your head tightened.

"Just like that." he groaned carefully pushing your head another inch, as he continued to push you further your eyes began to water and you held back the urge to gag, everything seemed so bright, so blinding, that for a second everything disappeared.

But that second passed and when everything finally reappeared Peter had the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat. His length was pressed flush against the inside of your throat, so much that you could feel it pulsing against the skin, it was erotic. That was the only way you could explain it.

Directing your head along his shaft for another minute, you realized that his cock was pulsing more than it had been earlier, and you knew exactly what that meant.

Before you could protest, he shoved you down to the base of his cock and threw his head back as he spilled into your throat, that was a sight he would never get over, your eyes half open, slobber dripping from your mouth, and your cheeks flushed pink.

To him, that was the perfect look for you.

He dragged you down his cock a few more times before he pulled you off of him and his hand released your hand to settle beside him. He watched with his half-lidded eyes as you wiped the slobber from your face- after swallowing his cum- and took a few deep breaths to try and calm the pounding in your chest.

"So good for me." he spoke as he trained his gaze on you, "my good girl."  you smiled up at him from your spot on the floor, the two of you took a few minutes to recover from your previous activity, when he slipped off the desk and approached you a hand was offered to you. Grateful, you took it and hoisted yourself to your feet.

Peter stared down at you before reaching a hand up to smooth down a few stray hairs, "it's your turn." he whispered, a chill floated over your spine, and without meaning to you backed up until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you laid back onto the mattress.

Thank God his aunt wasn't home.

Otherwise, things would've been extremely awkward.

Within seconds Peter's head was in between your legs, just a few inches away from your clothed core. He made sure to take his time with you, very slowly pulling your shorts down your legs and then your panties, he went so slow that for a moment you had to bite your tongue to avoid telling him to hurry up, it would only leave you frustrated and in need of release.

"You're so wet for me doll."

The name alone made you pulse with desire, you wanted him against you now, so badly, so so badly. It was all you could think about as he rubbed his index finger against the entrance of your hole, it was tight and yet he still managed to force his finger past the tightened muscles and into your warm hole.

You let out a soft sigh at the sensation and leaned your head back into the mattress as he thrust his finger into you a few times, it wasn't until he'd loosened you up a bit more that he added an additional finger, you felt so tight, so full.

When he brought his mouth to your clit it was like heaven, heaven in the form of a boy that had been bitten by a radioactive spider.  

The feeling of fullness only deepened as he continued to thrust his fingers and before you knew it you felt your orgasm getting ready to crash down onto you.

As you tightened around his fingers, Peter pulled them from your hole and watched as you let out a soft whine from the loss of fullness you'd felt, you looked up at him from where you laid and watched as he pulled himself onto the bed to lean over you, ever so careful he offered his fingers out to you and let you take them into your mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers from your lips with a soft pop and stared down at you, "you're so pretty." he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and then, scooting himself down a little, he placed a lingering kiss on your neck.

Your eyes shut as he pressed a kiss to your temple and one of his hands slowly moved down your chest, you opened your eyes at the sensation and stared at him for a moment, you wanted nothing more than to start what you knew was coming.

With another light touch of his hand you found yourself arching up against his body, "Peter..." you groaned, gently grinding down against your exposed clit, he grinned, "yes doll?"

You let out a breathy gasp and met his gaze again, "please- please fuck me." you managed to get out, and that was all it took. It was like something in Peter had switched and within seconds he had his pants off, sitting up on the bed, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it up over his head before roughly pressing your lips against his.

Between the following set of kisses, Peter managed to remove your shirt, and eventually, your bra. At first, you hadn't even realized that he'd removed it, but that wasn't all that surprising, he'd always been quick with his hands.

It wasn't until you felt the hard, prominent press of Peter's cock against your clit that you let him push you back onto the bed, instead of going to grab a condom, you watched as Peter moved to hover over you, giving him a reassuring nod, you held your breath as he reached his hand down to line himself up with your entrance.

"Wait." he looked up at you, a somewhat worried expression on his face, you had no doubt that he thought he'd done something wrong or had made you uncomfortable, you smiled up at him, hoping to remove that worry from his mind, "I had a request." you began, intrigued, he raised a brow and sat up.

"Go on."

You were somewhat embarrassed, and yet, you still found the courage to get the words out, "I was wondering if you would use the web-shooters on me..."

As your voice trailed off to nothing, Peter's eyes slightly widened and for a moment you were sure he was considering running away from you, but then something on his face sparked and suddenly he was grinning like a fool.

"You sure?" he asked as he shot off the bed and towards the desk, within seconds he had one strapped onto his wrist, you smiled and offered him a small nod as he helped scoot you closer to the headboard to position your arms against the bars. He stared at your wrists for a few long, silent moments before he held out his wrist and a web shot out from the device.

A small rush of adrenaline rushed through you as he shot out a second web- securing your other hand- and checked to make sure they would hold. Still grinning like a fool, he returned the web shooter to its spot on his desk and climbed onto the bed to hover over you.

Once again, he reached his hand down and lined his cock up with your hole, he was excited, you'd never shown any interest in using the web-shooters during sex, and here you were, wanting to use them now.

In one swift motion, faster than you had thought possible, he was all the way inside of you, a strangled gasp left your lips as he remained still for a few moments, "you okay?" he whispered into your ear, you gave a small nod the heat from his breath grazing the top of your ear.

Waiting another moment or two, Peter finally pulled himself out- almost entirely- before shoving himself back in, god, he was only two strokes in and you already felt the pleasure seeping into every crevice of your body.

Gripping onto your hips, he slammed himself in harder than before and a soft groan left his lips as you tightened around his cock, "you're so tight." he managed to get out before pulling himself out and thrusting back in, this time, a groan left your lips.

"P-Peter...." you managed to get out, he thrusted into you once more, "yes princess?"

You let out a pant and arched up against him, "fuck me harder, please."

"Whatever you want princess." he mumbled, he pulled himself out, just barely still inside you, before he roughly slammed himself into you again, the sound of skin against skin was the only thing you could hear as he picked up his pace and for a moment you thought you were seeing stars, that's how good it felt.

He let out a pant as his thrusts quickened, "I'm gonna cum inside you, gonna put a baby in you, okay?" unable to form words, you simply nodded your head and let your mouth fall open as he thrusted in and out of you as hard as he could, and while it hurt, the orgasm that was about to wash over the two of you would be oh so worth it.

He was grunting now, his brows furrowed in concentration before he slammed himself all the way in one final time and hot white liquid began to fill you up, this was enough to send you over the edge and you let out a high-pitched moan as he collapsed into you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, your body shaking beneath his from the intensity of your own orgasm, when he finally went soft inside you, he pulled himself from atop you and pulled out. Within seconds his cum was dripping from your hole and with a smile, he was dipping his finger into it and brung it to your lips.

Once you'd taken it into your mouth and licked his finger clean, he leaned back on his arms and watched you with half-lidded eyes, "you were so good for me doll."

You smiled back at him, "it was really good, but Pete..."

He raised his brows in acknowledgment, "do you think you could get these off of me?" his eyes widened at the realization and as his cheeks turned a light red he crawled over to the headboard and began to work on freeing you from your restraints, "sorry." he chuckled.

God, you really did love him.

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Dylan O’Brien + Happy Trail

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Double Trouble

word count: 3649 words

summary: things take an unexpected turn when Mitch finds you with his brother Thomas

notes: first time writing actual detailed smut...

warnings: double penetration, choking, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, oral (female and male receiving), threesome, female shaming, slight daddy kink

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I hadn't thought much of it when Thomas invited me over, he'd stated that neither Stiles nor their older brother Mitch would be home. And for the most part, I hadn't seen anything wrong with that.

Until we arrived in his bedroom.

He stared at me for a few moments before plopping down in the chair in front of his desk, leaving me to think in the silence. If I was being completely honest, I hadn't even wanted to go to his house, with his Dad and neither of his brothers around it felt wrong. Not that it was their place to dictate any relationships in the household. But it was odd.

"So..." he began spinning his chair so he was facing me, he had that curious expression I knew all too well planted across his lips, the same expression he wore when he knew he was causing mischief.

"So what?" I questioned, while he was usually better at answering questions than Stiles, he seemed to have the common jittering problem Stiles never seemed able to rid himself of, the same jittering that had nearly cost them their lives several times while hiding from the foreign beasts of Beacon Hills.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do?" he pressed his hands into his lap watching her with his steady honey-colored eyes, when I'd first met him and Stiles, I thought they were the same person, in two different places at once, but their eye color was slightly different, as was the way they wore their hair.

Neither of the twins had ever made a particular move to try and help distinguish between the two, which seemed to send them into boiling laughter every single time, now that they were older, it was far easier to tell the difference.

It was only when they put in the effort to look the same that they were able to pull it off. I looked up at him, his eyes catching my gaze, "I don't know, you invited me over." I paused, what was it he wanted from me? Did he have something to ask? Was his Dad struggling again? If it was something about a new star wars movie... I thought I ought to kill him.

"What are you wanting to do?" I questioned.

Thomas softly cocked his head to the side before standing up and moving towards the bed, when he plopped down, the weight of his body send the mattress trembling for a few seconds before it stilled and he looked up into my eyes.

"Can I do something?" I narrowed my eyes, what the hell did he think he was going to do? I should have never come without anyone else home, a mistake on my part.

"Go ahead." I mumbled watching as a small spark danced through his eyes and he slowly leaned in towards my lips, something I had hoped wouldn't happen. But at the same time, I could feel the childhood crush I'd had for him years prior coming rushing back in a single wave, and I wished it hadn't.

It was complicated enough being best friends with a set of twin boys, much less the fact that I was making out with one of them.

Thomas pulled back after a few seconds his eyes bright with excitement, "holy shit... that felt good." I smiled, even if I didn't want to, it just happened. Leaning in once again, we found our lips clashing against each other, there was something about Thomas' lips, something that only made me want more. More of him, more of whatever this was.

Our lips separated a few times in between kisses Thomas anxiously tugging at the bottom of my shirt, giving in, I yanked it up over my head immediately pushing our lips back together, I never wanted it to end.

"Shit." he mumbled pulling back as I began to tug at the hem of his navy blue shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side quickly attacking my neck with his lips, suddenly I was grateful that none of his family was home. Even his brothers.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted kissing, he pulled back his eyes having darkened slightly with his obvious arousal, "you wanna do this?" he asked his breaths coming out in rushed whispers, I nodded my head, "hurry up and get your pants off." I muttered moving to rid myself of my own as he did the same.

Everything that felt so wrong at that moment felt so right, having sex with a Stilinski boy, having it with one of the twins, having it with Thomas.

I knew it would be something to remember.

As soon as we finished stripping ourselves of our pants, we looked up at each other. Without listening to my conscience, I looked down at the crotch of the boy's boxers, there, a little way down, was a small evident wet patch where his erection seemed to be prodding at the material.

"Did you already get off in your pants?" he narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by the shitty joke, "ha, ha, ha. I'll be getting off in you." I watched as a grin crossed his lips and he closed the little bit of distance between us.

Our lips connected seconds later and I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my ass, finding it a bit harder than I had originally thought to reach the boy's lips at the angle we currently stood in, I wasn't the least surprised when Thomas cupped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me into his arms.

"You seem eager." he rolled his eyes, yet again, not amused. Pulling away from his soft lips I frowned at him, "if you wanna be grumpy we can stop." while the threat wasn't completely threatening, it seemed to get Thomas out of his mood, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relieve himself, not when he was so close."I'm going to fuck you so good." he mumbled leaning forward to gently drop me onto the mattress.

Letting out a small laugh, I pulled him forward a thrill rushing through my body as he fell on top of me. "Stop talking about it and do it already." I spoke my lips just barely leaving his to get the words out, pulling back after a moment, his expression neutralized worry pricking at the edges.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he seemed nervous, maybe even on edge, as if the scene would disappear if he didn't find some way to engage every few moments.

I gave a small nod scooting closer to him, his face softened with a smile and he leaned forward bringing his hands up to my legs to gently spread them so he could have access to what they had before blocked, he sprawled out on his stomach his face mere inches from my heat, I could feel his cool breathing fanning out across my folds as he remained still his eyes taking it all in.

Looking up at me with hungry eyes, he moved to open his mouth, "has Stiles ever seen you like this?" frowning, I slightly sat up confused by the question, "no, why's it matter?" he shook his head reaching his hand forward to push me back into the mattress, "just try to relax." he mumbled leaning forward once again.

The second his tongue flicked across my clit, I knew I had been missing out with the Stilinski boy. He had a magical tongue, that much was for sure.

He kitten licked a stripe through my folds his tongue feeling warm and foreign to my body as I took in the sensation, letting out a small moan, I reached my hand down to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair the boy contentedly mumbling beneath his breath at the sudden action.

A cough sounded throughout the room.

Both of us shot up from our position frantically searching for cover before our eyes fell to the person at the door; Mitch.

Thomas had claimed he wouldn't be home for several more hours as he had to go grab a few things from the store and then meet up with his boss.

And there he was, standing before us.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned into the doorframe, taking a step forward, he let his arms fall to his sides before shooting Thomas an amused look, "you know, when you paid me twenty bucks to leave the house for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be fucking anyone." I shot Thomas a look half tempted to tell him to get rid of his perv of a brother.

Thomas- clutching a blanket over his exposed skin- glared at his brother, "can you go? Like, out of the house? We're kinda in the middle of something." Mitch pursed his lips, "I can see that." he spoke crossing his arms over his chest again, Thomas frowned before gesturing to the door, "then go." his voice was tight with frustration, he'd simply asked for him to leave for some bit and there he was, home earlier than they'd agreed upon.

"I'm gonna need a bit more, to keep this to myself of course." Thomas scowled at the boy, there was no way in hell he'd tell their Dad, unless he did. And then he'd never hear the end of it. "I don't get paid till next Wednesday." he whined gesturing to his small clear mason jar on his desk, all that sat within it was a few pennies.

"I wasn't talking about money you dumbass." he paused shifting his gaze to me for a brief moment, "I want her." Thomas's eyes widened and he turned to look at me with a rough shake of his head, "go the hell away Mitch, fucking creep." he mumbled turning to grab his lacrosse stick.

"Why don't we ask her what she wants? An experienced guy, that can make her cum, or, an inexperienced teen that has trouble staying hard?" Thomas frowned turning to look at me for an answer, I didn't want to answer, but Mitch's offer seemed a lot better compared to what Thomas had laid out on the table.

"Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?" the name sent a thrill down my spine, something it shouldn't have done.

"What about both? I've got more than one hole." Mitch raised an eyebrow before a smile fell across his lips, "I think we can fit it all in one, doll." Thomas turned to look at his brother questioning why in God's name he wanted to fuck her to begin with.

Moving to pull his shirt over his head, Mitch turned to glance at his brother, "she a virgin?" the boy rolled his eyes, "why don't you ask her?" Without waiting for his question to roll around to me, I answered, "I'm not." Mitch smiled, not that I was able to see it, "this is gonna be an interesting time then." he spoke stripping himself of his pants until only his boxers remained, he gestured to the blanket covering Thomas's boxers half tempted to tell him it wasn't necessary.

"Get your pants off, you can't fuck her with your dick tucked away." Thomas mumbled something incoherent beneath his breath quickly tossing the blanket off to the side as his brother pulled his boxers down his legs revealing the long length he had managed to hide away behind the fabric.

The younger of the two followed suit slightly put off by the fact his cock was out for both of them to see, he stopped a foot away from his brother watching as his eyes fell over the covered sight of me.

I felt odd, out of place, like an object the boy was desperately seeking to get a use out of. And it gave me a small rush of adrenaline.

"I'm thinking hands and knees." Mitch stated turning back to look at his brother, he reached his hand up to his neck and gently scratched it before giving an absent shrug, "I don't see why it's important... what position we fuck her in." Mitch clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tommy, tom." he turned to look at his brother. "We do hands and knees when we want to use more than one hole." Thomas's eyes widened, not that they should have, as I'd already proposed both of them get a go.

"You are too cute." he mumbled beneath his breath making his way around the side of the bed before climbing onto the mattress, he softly poked at the sheet- the only thing hiding my body from his lustful eyes- "come on doll, there's no point in hiding." he reached for the sheet pulling it away with a soft whiz as it slid right off the bed.

"I'll take her mouth, you can take the other." Thomas- unsure of what the hell they were trying to attempt- climbed onto the bed refraining from letting out a sound of protest when Mitch flipped me onto my stomach the mattress feeling cold against my warmed skin.

"Come on sweetheart, hands, and knees for me." I did as told my heart racing at the thought of what was going to come next, I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.

Mitch gestured to my arms meeting Thomas's gaze for a split second, "grab her hands, once we start going at it she's gonna be trying to pull off my cock, it'll give you more leverage too." Thomas looked down half embarrassed and half worried, he had no clue what he was doing.

"Go on, grab her arms." he restated, resting his hand beneath my shoulder blades to try and keep me from falling face-first into the mattress, he waited until Thomas had begun to position his cock at my entrance to get his own ready to be pushed into my mouth.

"Get it in and then grab her." he spoke looking down at me to catch the look on my face as Thomas slid in, when he did, I could feel my hole stretching around him, and it felt like absolute blinding bliss.

After a few moments of the boy trying to make sure his cock wasn't going to slip out, he reached forward and grabbed my arms holding them tightly behind me in each of his hands, meanwhile, Mitch had nudged his cock past my lips his hands finding their way to my hair as he thrusted a few times waiting to see what his brother's pattern would look like.

"Tom, pick up the pace, she's not gonna cum with you going at it like a sloth." Thomas let out a grunt beneath his breath roughly thrusting forward with unknown energy, "there you go." he smiled thrusting forward past my lips, now I understood why he'd told Thomas to grab my arms.

He wanted me to gag around his cock.

And he was surely doing that much.

The long length slid throughout my throat with an inhumane speed my eyes watering with the gagging sensation he was providing, I could feel his length pressing into the skin of my throat, I knew that if someone were to look at it right now, they would see the outline of his cock sinking into my throat as he attempted to skull fuck me.

It only took Mitch a few seconds to gather my hair into a ponytail before he was using that to sling me back and forth like a toy of sorts, Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, and if there was one word to describe the feeling they were giving me.

It would be Euphoria.

Nothing mattered at that moment, just that Mitch's cock was sliding down my throat with no mercy to spare in regards to speed while Thomas was rocking his hips back and forth against mine with his thick length widening my hole with each thrust.

Holding me forward after the next thrust, Mitch watched my eyes as they continued to water and I gagged around him once more, a smile crossed his lips, "you like choking on my cock sweetheart?" giving a subtle nod I waited for him to continue, to provide me with some relief, instead, he brought his hand across my face and watched as I gagged even harder around him.

"Yeah, I bet you liked that you little slut." he paused before bringing his hand down across my cheek again, "you like being fucked by two guys at the same time? Are you so eager for cum that you wanna be a whore?" when no response came he brought his hand up again and brought it across my cheek, "I asked you a question slut, now answer." he pushed back my head with a pop from my lips waiting for his answer.

"Yes." I mumbled, he grabbed my chin tilting it up towards his face, "yes what?" I paused unsure of what he wanted me to call him. "Yes Daddy." my voice came out warbled from all the spit but it didn't matter as he dove right back in and started to increase the pace and severity of his thrusts. I let my tongue slid beneath Mitch's cock quickly locating the prominent vein that was located there, I looked up at him through teary eyes as drool leaked from my lips at the sudden feeling of him shuddering inside of me, seconds later he would shoot his thick white liquid down my throat without warning before pulling me off his length.

He let out a pant watching as I gasped for air a few strings of his cum dripping down my chin with the bubbly spit gathering at the edges, a few moments later, Thomas was letting out a grunt before abruptly pulling out as Mitch slapped my ass.

He watched him with wide eyes, he'd been so close, and like most things, Mitch seemed to have screwed that up for him as well.

"Get under her." he stated, willing himself not to argue with his brother, he laid on the bed gently pulling me to lay atop him, "hey princess." he softly smiled reaching his hand up to dab at the drool, "she looks pretty good all fucked out with swollen lips right?" Thomas nodded his head, he couldn't disagree, she did look good.

"You can go ahead and start with her." he stated hovering at the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow, he adjusted his cock at my entrance before slowly pushing in his eyes taking in the sight of me opening my mouth to moan, "thrust a few times and then stop." Mitch spoke again climbing onto the bed to approach me from behind.

Thomas did as told pausing on his fourth stroke to meet his brothers gaze, "I meant what I said about fitting all of it in one doll." and with that, he began to wedge his spit slicked cock into my hole, despite the fact I had been the one to propose the idea, I hadn't actually expected them both to use the same hole, at the same time.

But it felt mind-blowing.

Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing that mattered was that they both move. I let out a moan letting my head fall onto Thomas's chest with a soft thud, Mitch, eager to get started, yanked me up so I was somewhat on my knees- my hole available for him to pound with Thomas's help- "can someone please just start moving, I need to cum... so bad." I moaned out the packed feeling in my hole sending rushes through me.

I desperately needed a release.

"Sure thing doll." I regretted the decision for a split second before the euphoria hit again, I wasn't even sure it was possible, not till it happened, but, Mitch slid in effortlessly roughly thrusting forward with as much force as he could muster. Thomas- finally picking up on what the idea was- began to thrust as well his own cock squeezing against his brothers as they worked together to fuck my hole.

It was one thing to have one cock, but two, going as fast and rough as they were, it was something I could have never imagined.

Something from an erotic dream.

The older of the two reached forward taking my hair in his hand once again, pulling my head up from Thomas's chest he would now be able to hear all the sounds I'd been trying so hard to muffle against the boy's chest.

"Holy fuck." I whined, the sound of skin slapping and moans resonated throughout the house, and for the first time in forever, I thanked the fact that I'd ignored my gut and gone to Thomas's house when no one else was around.

"Just like that, moan for me doll." Mitch spoke bringing his other hand to my ass before roughly slapping at the already red skin, it seemed he knew no limits, not that I was complaining.

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to get out my skin slick with sweat as both of them continued to pound my aching hole, "you better not sweetheart, not till we get to fill you up." absently nodding, I could feel the spring in my stomach slowly beginning to wind up, it only snapped when I felt the hot stringy liquid shooting through my hole from both boys' cocks.

Opening my mouth, a moan escaped as they lazily thrusted a few times trying to get me through my orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thomas reached his hand down quickly rubbing at my clit for a few moments before I let out a sound between a moan and a scream, something that sent Mitch grinning before he pulled out his cock soft from the high he'd just experienced.

Running a hand through his hair, he watched as my body slightly shook from the bone-shattering orgasm for a few moments, it was single-handedly the best thing I'd ever experienced.

"Shit, I wish I'd come home sooner." he mumbled watching as his brother pulled his cock from my hole and their hot cum slowly began to drip from my throbbing heat.

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Dating Dylan O’Brien

PDA · holding hands · he's pretty private so the two of you decide not to give the press too much to gawk over · the occassional kiss on the lips when you two feel there's not too many eyes on you · plenty of hugs

MISCOMMUNICATIONS · he's very closed off and sometimes it feels like he's not telling you how he actually feels which makes you feel like there's things he just doesn't think you deserve to know · while he's overall a pretty joyful person, sometimes you just have this feeling that he's covering up how he actually feels about something and doesn't want you to worry about it · when he finds out about this, he's usually left to stare in the mirror wondering what it is he's doing wrong

DATES · as he's a private person, he likes to make you pasta at home, which you're more than fine with · you'll help him do the cooking as that's part of the "date" · while you're stirring the sauce he'll come up behind you and rest his hand over yours while you stir the goofy boy smiling at you the entire time · after the two of you eat your creation, you fall asleep on the couch the only sounds being those of the active humming of the city down below

SEEING EACH OTHER · he asked you to move in three years into your relationship the boy feeling extremely comfortable around you and figuring it would make seeing each other so much easier · he was right, of course · this gives the press far less opportunities to catch the two of you together, leaving you both to enjoy each others company without their public scrutiny

SEX · he's a switch · he's quick to take control but also quick to give it to you when he knows it'll be worth it · he loves missionary and doggy as it gives him the best angles to get himself seated deep inside you · BREATHY dylan · LOTS of noise · like a LOT, moans, groans, grunts, cries, they come from both of you, the verbal assaults never end when you two go at it · the two of you have your fair share of rough and soft sex, more so the first than the second but all the same · as the two of you have been talking about kids for a few months, he usually releases inside you willing it to finally happen

AFTERCARE · the two of you take a steamy shower exchanging kisses and wrapping your arms around each other · he sets out some of his clothes for you since he knows you love wearing them and returns with wine for the both of you · you guys lie on the couch, your head rested against his shoulder as you sip your wine

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER · it's always left up to random, who wakes up first · when dylan wakes up first, he just watches you with a content smile on his face before pressing gently kisses anywhere he can access · when you wake up first, you gently run your fingers through his hair watching as his eyes flicker open and he smiles back at you · the two of you usually lie around for a bit before climbing out of bed to start your days

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Dating Stuart Twombly

PDA

· side kisses ( they work best since he's always on his phone ) · you give him lots of surprise kisses ( he usually turns to you seemingly shell-shocked before asking for another ) · kisses your temple a lot

MISCOMMUNICATIONS · you feel that he cares more about his devices than you even though you know that's not actually how it is · he feels he's too nerdy for you and has to prove that he isn't which in turn results in him coming off as nerdy than before

DATES · usually takeout at home while playing video games · when he wins he gently patts your shoulder with a smirk · when you win, you return the smirk watching as his mouth hangs agape and he tries to figure out how he lost · this leads to him mumbling something along the lines of "that's really fucking hot" and the two of you sprawl out on the couch to make out

SEEING EACH OTHER · you visit him on his lunch break sometimes as you don't work at google with him · when he can, between shifts, he calls you just to talk as he likes hearing your voice and the calamity in it · you two share an apartment so it's not like you struggle to see each other daily · sometimes, when he has to stay for a later shift, he gives you a quick call so he can tell you and apologize if it's on a date night

SEX · he's a bottom · he loves it when you ride him, it makes him feel crazed and sends him into a state of utter euphoria · he lets you remain in charge as you're the one who would experience any pain during your endeavors · he's not a very kinky person in general, that is, besides phone sex · he loves it that way, it may not be his favorite, but when he can get some alone time for the two of you he loves to do it over the phone · his voice is usually really clipped over the phone as he's eager to reach his high and doesn't want anything getting in the way of that

AFTERCARE · aftercare usually entails him cleaning you up with a warm towel and laying down with you in bed · it doesn't last long before stuart is tumbling out of bed to search for his glasses which seem to always get lost when you guys have sex · the morning after he usually makes you breakfast telling you how much he loves you all the while

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER · stuarts the first one up; always · in the time it takes you to wake up, he's already managed to make a pot of coffee, get all his things together, take a shower, and get dressed for work · sometimes you'll whine for him to stay, it's only one saturday in a million that he actually caves and climbs back into bed with you · he gives your temple a kiss on his way out before turning back to you and giving you another on the lips

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Dating Mitch Rapp

PDA

∙ while he's not super intent on PDA, he does enjoy his fair share of rough kisses while in front of others, especially stan, he likes to annoy him as much as possible ∙ he loves grabbing your thigh, while sometimes it's random and out of habit, other times it’s planned and is more than likely because he can't wait for the events that are to take place later that night ∙ sometimes wraps his arm around your shoulder to try and keep you as close to him as possible

MISCOMMUNICATIONS ∙ he's always concerned for your safety so it makes him out to be more of a smother than he actually is ∙ he hates how calm you are when he goes off on missions because it makes him feel like you don't really care about him, even though he knows you do ∙ grocery shopping, it always happens spontaneously and without consulting the other, sometimes it doesn't get done at all and the two of you try to work out what to do about it

DATES ∙ he prefers staying in, all things considered ∙ but when he finally gives into your pleads you usually go to a small but nice restaurant, more than likely its got a view of the sky for the two of you to look at in between bits of conversation ∙ when it is stay in, the two of you order takeout and watch whatever's on T.V. ∙ you rest your back into his chest, you enjoying the warmth while he enjoys the comfort of knowing you're safe

SEEING EACH OTHER ∙ after he comes home from a mission, he usually wraps his arms around you for a few seconds before resting them beneath your ass to hold you better ∙ you both share an apartment so it's not like you have to travel far just to get a glimpse of the other ∙ he usually wakes up panting or cursing from a nightmare, you waking from the noise and helping calm him down ∙ he always drives you to your classes as you're in college, he doesn't like the idea of you walking or taking the bus and possibly being snatched up

SEX ∙ sex with mitch is always fucking, even if the two of you want it to be making love ∙ he’s a definite top; unless he wants you to ride him, but he still remains in control ∙ he doesn't care about being quiet, grunts, pants, yelps, you name it, you will more than likely hear it come from him ∙ he's VERY kinky ∙ he didn't say anything for a while, as he didn't want to scare you off or possibly disgust you ∙ he's always rough except for the few times you two do it in the kitchen- which is usually after he gets back from a mission- then he'll slowly thrust up into you just enjoying the feeling of you so close to him ∙ he really can't keep his hands to himself ∙ he enjoys filling you up with his cum, watching it leak out of you once he finishes ∙ he loves hearing you moan, it's his biggest thing, always making sure you're letting him hear whatever sounds you're making

AFTERCARE ∙ a steamy shower together, usually followed by a second or even third round ∙ leads to a second shower as you two make a mess during your next round(s) ∙ the two of you are quiet for the most part except for the sound of water hitting the slippery tile beneath your feet ∙ mitch runs his hands over your curves and shoulders pressing soft kisses wherever he can as he goes ∙ he usually tosses you one of his shirts to wear to bed ∙ he wears a pair of sweats to bed the two of you cuddling together until you fall asleep

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER ∙ mitch quietly watches you, never wanting the silence to end ∙ he likes seeing you peaceful, which he usually only ever gets to see when you're asleep ∙ he gets out of bed to make coffee glancing over his shoulder to watch you climb out after him ∙ you'll take your cup- reaching over his shoulder as you do so- before mumbling a thank you and heading back for the bed ∙ he'll cast you small glances as you return to the bed his eyes wondering over your black- or occasionally purple- underwear ∙ on saturdays- and the rare sunday- he'll bug you to stay in bed with him, and you will, for the most part, and then you'll fetch a book to read while he runs his fingers along your legs

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I WANT TO BE THAT ICECREAM- OKAY BUT ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE, can we talk about that jacket, like, hand it over dyl pickle