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13 reasons why + bedrooms

♔ TYLER POSEY GIF HUNT ♔

Under the cut, you will find #310, small/medium, HQ gifs of the amazing Tyler Posey. None of these gifs were made by me. A huge thank you goes to the awesome makers. All the credits go to them and I don’t claim any of their work as my own. A like or a reblog would make me very happy because it took me hours to finish this hunt.

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DYLAN O'BRIEN American Assassin (2017)

endless stiles stilinski gifs 9/?

— Stiles Stilinski Gifs with psd.

like or reblog if u save/use.

Dylan O’Brien Gif Hunt

Under the cut are 446 gifs of Dylan O’Brien. I do not own any the gifs and will happily credit the creators or remove the gifs they own if requested. Please reblog or like if you use! :)

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♔   Stiles Stilinski GIF HUNT ♔

#400 , small/medium, HQ gifs of the remarkably talented actor Dylan O'Brien. All of the GIF’s are from ( Teen Wolf ) where he plays Stiles Stilinski. There shouldn’t be any repeats. I didn’t use any other hunts, However, if you find some, I apologize. None of these gifs were made by me, all credit goes to the amazing gif makers. A like or reblog would make me very happy because it took me many days to finish this hunt.

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[479/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡ (cr. ouranxingg)

lydia would never run and hide. [because of stiles?] because of scott. we knew one of them was gonna be important to you and now we know it's lydia.

LYDIA MARTIN and SCOTT MCCALL in TEEN WOLF (2011-2017).

jungkook — 'seven' official performance video

Dylan Minnette as Clay Jensen in 13 Reasons Why S03E05

DYLAN MINNETTE at WALLOWS concert.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEDRO PASCAL April 2nd, 1975

Goodbye, Stiles.

Good game. You fucking loser. You're talking shit? You little bitch.

YELLOWJACKETS (2021—) SEASON 2, EPISODE 4

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [4/15] Female Characters: ☆ Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Violence is never the answer, but that doesn't mean the anger you're feeling isn't useful. you just need to find a way to keep the tiger in the cage.

NATALIE SCATORCCIO 1.01 "Pilot"

wilderness timeline mistynat, you’re all we have now

THRU THE PHONE ! | MARK GRAYSON X F READER

warnings: 18+, nsfw, masturbation (m), perv! mark (?), he jerks off 2 ur voice basically but is sweet abt it lol. brat reader (?), reader doesn’t know about what he’s doing, voice kink ? cuz he likes ur voice (?) phone sex but its one sided lowk. usage of baby & angel as pet names. fluff.

summary: you miss your boyfriend and he misses you, but slightly more.

an: minors, ageless & blank blogs dni. mark is so adorbs need him bad asf + short drabble + this isnt proofread and some parts r meant to be italicized n aren’t cuz im 2 lazy

“I miss you.”

You roll your eyes, though the words send a dull ache through your chest. Turning onto your side, the white bedsheets rustle softly beneath you, cool against your skin. The dim glow of your phone screen casts faint shadows across the room. You bring the device closer to your ear, pressing it against your cheek. You let out a loud sigh, making sure he hears it.

It’s nighttime, and the wind howls through the window. The air isn’t cold, just restless. You’re nestled in your cozy bed, wrapped in warmth, as the soft light from your phone screen and the moon illuminate your room. You miss him. A lot.

“It’s not fair,” you huff, the agitation clear in your voice. “He has a bunch of different superheroes he can call on, so why does it always have to be you, Mark?”

Mark listens carefully to your tone, gently sitting up in his own bed as the discomfort settles in. All he longs for is to be in your room, wrapped around you in the warmth of your bed, holding you close. His back rests against the headboard, the cool wood pressing into him as his long legs stretch out across the bed, sprawling comfortably yet aimlessly, the blankets slightly tangled around his feet.

“You know how Cecil can be, baby,” he says softly, bringing the phone closer to his ear. He falls quiet for a moment, his voice gentle when he continues, “I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll only be here for a week, and then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

You pout, your glossy bottom lip quivering. “I really miss you, you know?”

Your voice is soft, a little tired, and so, so sweet, it curls around his ribs and settles into his chest. So fucking sweet, he thinks, breath hitching. Every syllable is a lullaby, every sigh a prayer.

And you—God, you’re perfect. Every strand of hair, every flutter of your lashes, every little thing that makes you, you is something sacred to him. At least in his eyes, you’ve always been something unreal, something he could never stop wanting.

“I know, baby. I know,” he breathes, voice low, almost shaky.

His actions are nothing short of shameful, downright lewd, but how could he help it? You’re just intoxicating, too intoxicating, slipping under his skin like warm sugar, making a mess of him without even trying.

Rigid and pulsing, limp and trembling in his grip—there’s a rawness to him that clings to the air, your voice echoing through his haze. Sweat beads on his skin, and need coils in his chest; he’s caught in the pull of you. here he is, undone and aching—stroking his leaking slit with a shaky hand, your presence burning behind his half-shut eyes.

“I love you, angel,” he murmurs, voice thick and slow, tracing lazy circles over his flushed, sensitive tip. It’s a fleeting softness tangled in the mess of him, a thread of devotion he clings to amidst the haze. The moment drips with want—his fingers slick and unsteady, chasing you in every shuddering motion.

Without thinking, you murmur back, “You can’t ‘I love you’ your way out of this, silly,” tugging the covers tighter around you, a shield against the quiet. Your voice dances with a teasing lilt, light but edged with promise—“I’m going to hold you accountable when you get back.” The words hang playful yet firm, a thread of anticipation stitching through the warmth curling inside you.

He lets out a chuckle, low and breathy, dripping with a charm that hums through the air.

It’s almost laughable how effortlessly you unravel him—his hands sliding up and down his length, slick with wet, squelching sounds that fill the space. He’s half-startled you haven’t caught on yet, a flicker of surprise in his haze, but deep down he figures it’s better this way. Right now, tangled in this mess of want, isn’t the moment for you to know.

The tension winds tight in his gut, a slow, burning sensation ready to snap. His grip tightens as your voice drapes over him—soft, electric, setting every nerve alight. Every word you sigh into the receiver is a spark, stoking the heat pooling low in his stomach.

And then a ragged groan spills from his lips as he tips over the edge, pleasure crashing over him in waves, hot and messy against his hand. His body trembles, muscles slackening as he sinks back against the headboard, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

A lazy grin tugs at his lips, still dazed, still drunk off you.

“Trust me, doll,” he murmurs, voice thick. “I’m counting on it.”

TEEN WOLF MEME [1/5] PACK MOMENTS ⟹ SENIOR SCRIBE

SOPHIE THATCHER as NATALIE SCATORCCIO Yellowjackets, ‘F Sharp'

3x09 | 5x09 - Stiles realizing the people he loves most don't believe him

TEEN WOLF (2011-2017) S05E19: The Beast of Beacon Hills

TEEN WOLF 3.03 Fireflies