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[honestlydarkprincess]

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🫣 Theo's Bad Day

Theo stared at Liam for a long minute, conflicted emotions flitting across his eyes. Finally, he blurted out, “Can I suck your dick?”

Liam sat there in stunned silence for a minute, processing the words that had just left Theo’s mouth. “Uh.”

“Nevermind,” Theo said quickly, the silence between them deafening. “Sorry. That was inappropriate. I’m just going to go—” and he snatched up his backpack, heading quickly towards his room.

“Wait!” Liam yelped, jumping up and facing Theo, who came to a screeching stop but didn’t turn around to face him. “Y-you can.”

Theo whipped around, his mouth falling open. “What?”

“If you want— if you want that— you can,” Liam stammered out, clenching his hands to keep them from trembling. Was he really doing this? Sure, it was like a wet dream come to life, but could he really handle it? Could he handle Theo’s hot, wet mouth on his cock and have it mean nothing? He wasn’t sure, but fuck he was about to find out.

“Really?” Theo asked, his voice strangled and breathless. “You’d let me?”

Liam tried not to nod too vigorously, tried to keep it cool, but goddamn it he wasn’t cool. Not if Theo Raeken was about to suck his fucking dick.

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[ksbbb]

Self-love train?

Tagged by @thiamsalpha @thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @hemlocksandfoxgloves

I will probably take this down 😆

[daylightdunbar]

Clean

ahhh thank you <333 (sorry it took so long, yesterday was a Day)

Liam turns away from mindlessly staring out of the window, pushing his back up against it, one foot propped up against the dashboard— Theo having long gone chiding him for it and Liam looks over at him.

Theo’s face is mostly shadowed from the dimly lit streets, the street lamps serving as decorations over light sources, most of them broken, leaning to one side with the bulbs out completely. Liam follows the line of his jaw, sharp, clenched, eyes trained forward— usual, familiar.

It’s become a thing without either of them making it a thing, the sky turning dark, the hours slipping away and Theo driving aimlessly around the city when it’s at its quietest.

Leaning forward, Liam glances up at the sky through the windshield and follows the clouds that are moving across the black, a storm threatening from above and he feels uneasy.

Pushing himself back, Liam feels the headrest— the metal cool against the back of his neck and he stares pointedly at the scuff marks on the toe of his shoe.

Liam hates storms, if he’s putting it simply, he hates the roar of thunder and the flashes of lightning that precede the torrential downpour.

[boredrxm]

Artwork by: boredrxm (me)

Very very excited for you to see what we have been working on for this Reverse Big Bang!! I really really hope you like it!

Title: A Bloody Mistake

Author: @ksbbb

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Thiam Reverse Big Bang 2022, First Kiss, Theo Raeken is a Tease, Liam-centric, Drunken Shenanigans, Minor Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Emotions, Fluff and Humor, Humor, realizing emotions, The preserve, the sheriff is not amused, Protective Liam Dunbar, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, thiamrbb22, feeling realizations, confession without speaking, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

“Liam…”Theo shakes his head, staring down at the bloody knife.

“I panicked.” Liam admits

Or the night Liam and Theo are interrogated for murder .

Submission for the 2022 Thiam Reverse Big Bang

@officialthiamlibrary

[wolfboy88]

Peter hale

who? | only know their name | loathe I ugh overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay I cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry I favorite

[honeyscapes]

a fool for you // honeyscape & @ksbbb

Three things happen:

1. The bedroom door burst open.

2. On top of Liam, Theo rolled onto the sheets.

3. Stiles Stilinski enters attack mode.

Or, what really went down when Stiles found out Liam was sleeping with the enemy.

Fluff, Humor, Smut, The soft but explicit kind, All the chaos of being interrupted between the sheets, All the romance of defending your boyfriend’s honor, All the steam of trying to finish where they left off, Featuring Theo and Liam as the sexually frustrated lovers, Stiles Stilinski as the boner police, Cinnamon roll Scott McCall as the mediator, Not so subtle love declarations in an ice cream shop, Liam stands by his man and Theo returns the favor, Top Theo Raeken, Bottom Liam Dunbar, What Happens When They Sneak Away In Theo’s Truck Stays In Theo’s Truck

| Thiam | 8.4k | Rated E |

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[piease-iove-me]

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THANK YOU!!

I'm gonna be very self indulgent and post one for each rose🥺(sorry)

1. Theo hums, only half convinced by the sincerity of her words. And maybe it’s because he’s too petty to let go—or maybe because he can sense the something hiding just beneath their words—but he doesn’t hold back when he asks, “Who’s Liam?”

2. “Don’t!” squeaks the man when he makes to tap again. A devious smile shapes on Theo's lips, a wicked light in his eyes when he turns to the man. Theo’s hand doesn’t move from the tank, inching closer to the glass instead. The man’s face goes several tones paler, mouth parting wide. He says nothing though, head snapping to the side and eyes searching the cramped space. “Who’s this?” he hisses, eyes squinting at Lydia.

3. Theo jumps down his perched spot, thumbs tucked in the front pockets of his pants and the deceiving curve still stretched over his lips. “Look,” he starts, walking the few steps dividing him from Argent, trying to convey some sort of sympathy or whatever in his voice. “I can’t have anyone else in my head again.” And it’s maybe too raw, too much seeping through his voice and past the facade he’s put on. But Tara’s face flashes over his eyes—blurring over the site’s ground floor, her voice above its screeching and whirring—and there’s no helping nor need to hide how sharp pain cuts through his chest and flashes in his eyes. “I’m done.”

[moths-in-hats]

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It goes like this: Lydia doesn’t remember when she fell in love with Allison. She thinks maybe that’s because she’s still falling. She’s falling every time Allison asks to borrow her skirt, or laughs like an angel, or grins at Lydia like she’s the only person in the world. She’s falling every time Allison tucks her hair behind her ears, or ropes Lydia into helping, or smiles when she doesn’t think anyone is watching. She’s falling, falling, falling. It’s the worst thing that could have happened to her. It’s tearing at her seams, it’s threatening her whole regime, it’s killing her. It’s the best thing she’s ever felt.