#stiles stilinski blurb

[mysticallystilinski]

FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

desc. STILES CAN’T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOUR BODY

has : SMUT 17+, fingering, very clingy stiles, tit sucking, tit playing, sub!reader, heavy teasing, whimper!kink.

“please stiles”, you moan out as he rubs against your body. it has been days since he has even came close to touching you. it was an understatement on how badly you needed him. his large hands run up and down your delicate body. he grinned in excitement at any little whimper that comes out of you.

“be patient”, he whispers in your ear. his heavy breath coming that close to you was enough to make you cum. you had no articles of clothing taken off you quite yet, but you knew soon enough he would have to cave in. you push off his torso and place your feet on the cold floor.

you lower your hands to the rim of your shirt, and proceed to pull it off in a quick flash. stiles sat on the bed, practically mind blown at this sudden boost of confidence. you walked closer to him as you heard his breathing pattern get quicker.

stiles had a certain feeling that you were putting on a false show. he tugged onto the waistband of your pants, and pulled you closer in between his legs. he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. “why are you acting like this sweetheart”, he groaned out. your words got caught in the back of your throat as he slowly stood up and placed you to the side.

he looked down upon you in lust as you scanned his large figure. his brown eyes almost certainly turned to black as he grabbed your shoulders and sat you down upon the bed. he now stood above you while you were in the opposite position as before. he got onto his knees, and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs.

“stiles please, don’t tease”, you practically whimpered. he interlocked his fingers into your waistband, and slid the soft flannel pants down your legs and to the side of the bed. he was now approached with your light red panties. he slowly moved his head toward your core, took his mouth and dug his teeth upon them.

he smirked as you looked down onto him in waiting. he lowered his head as the panties followed along with him intertwined in his teeth. he dug his fingers into your things as he made his away along your silky legs. he reached the bottom and discarded your sweet panties. stiles mind filled with all the things he wanted to do with you. he thought first about fingering you, then slowly moving onto other things.

he lifted his head up, and saw your facial expression. it was a mix of impression and excitement. your smile lit up the room as stiles started to giggle as he got closer to your heat. he used his large hands to spread your thighs apart, and lowered his head closer. his fingers untangled your thighs and moved to your throbbing pussy.

he slowly inserted one finger, then heard a gasp for air. you whimpered as his long finger headed deeper inside of you. he took it slightly out, and inserted one more finger. your head was thrown back in pleasure as he slowly pumped both fingers in and out. you felt him get closer to you as his fingers continued to glide in and out at the perfect speed.

your body filled with tingles as he increased his speed. one hand was gripping your boob, while the other was heading inside of you. you quickly moved and scrambled as his fingers hit just the right spot. he slowly used the hand on your boob to play with your nipple, slightly pinching it for a pleasurable feeling.

your body was feeling hot and heavy while stiles slowly talked you up to an orgasm. “you’re doing so good y/n”, he spoke. you gasped in shock and pleasure when he said those five words. “please cum for me”, he groaned out. you saw his eyes focused on your wet pussy when he looked up and smirked in a devilish way.

he held eye contact with you as he spoke softly, “baby you look so good taking my fingers.” your head filled with the things he was doing to you, and how good it felt. your core tightened as you felt the moment coming. he hit your g-spot one last time, and you collapsed. cum overflowed out of you as stiles latched his mouth onto your pussy.

he sucked up all he could, and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. you saw him look up at you with his lustful eyes. his tongue delved all around your area as he grinned. he lifted his head and moved his body so that he was on top of you. he lowered his head to your boob as slightly used his tongue to head around the area of your nipple.

stiles couldn’t help but groan as your body smelled sweet. his tongue clenched around your hard nipple, and you moaned out in peace. he slightly chuckled at your noise, but still was focused. he unlatched his mouth, and slightly placed his lips onto yours. he pulled back, “i want you to taste yourself.” your eyes widened but you complied as he stuck his tongue into your mouth. your eyes got heavier as he slid his hand up your bare body.

he made out with you to help you release some tension. you felt on cloud nine as your soft lips intertwined with yours. he removed his lips, and slowly smirked. “what are you up to stilinski?”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“round 2?”

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[freedomfireflies]

Stiles blurb with him and the reader having a little makeout session then Scott barges in and Scott looks like a proud parent 😭😭

“Easy…easy, Princess—”

“Stiles…come on—”

“Shh. You can be patient, can’t you?”

You lean back and catch his eye, offering a flat look. “Have you met me?”

He grins, chuckling under his breath as he smooths his palms up your spine while tugging you closer. “Touché.”

With that, his kisses return to your throat, teeth scraping down your feverish skin as your head drops back and your eyes fall closed.

You’ve never needed someone so badly. So urgently. So salaciously. He’s fucking everything. 

And he knows it.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmurs, nose nudging under your jaw. “Not after all that begging you did earlier.”

You whimper despite yourself, fingers in his hair as he rolls your hips over his. 

“It was cute.” He nips at your chest. “Hearing you beg me to touch you. Watching you squirm in your seat. Put my hand between your thighs under the table. In the middle of the goddamn library, too. S’that how bad you needed me?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Your cheeks are already flushed, and your mind is hazy but Stiles doesn’t care. 

The sadistic prick.

“Does history turn you on? Is that it?” he teases, smirking when you whisper his name. “Had to drag me to the nurse's office just to fuck me? Is that it?”

“Stiles—”

“Say it,” he hisses, hand around the back of your neck as he squeezes, forcing your eyes on his. “Go on. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me how bad you fucking need me—”

“Stiles—”

“Stiles?”

The sound of a third voice brings your attention to the door, both of your eyes widening as you find Scott with his head peeking in from the hallway.

His eyebrow cocks up when he realizes what he’s walked into, blinking quickly as he mumbles, “Oh, my bad. Malia said you weren’t...feeling…well?”

Neither you nor Stiles move, somehow frozen as Scott’s mouth begins to turn up in a rather smug smirk. 

“But I see you’re feeling much better now,” he declares, nodding his chin at the two of you. “Carry on, Obi-Wan.”

And with that, he slips back into the hall and closes the door, leaving Stiles to groan as he drops his forehead onto your chest. “He gets the reference wrong every fucking time, I swear to God—”

“I thought you locked the door,” you laugh as you slip off his lap to do just that. “It’s like you want to get caught.”

He watches you suspiciously as you return to him, grabbing onto your hips as you straddle his waist. “Oh, I’m the one who wants to get caught, huh? When you were screaming so loud last time, half the station heard you.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you had to have me right then and there,” you argue. “I mean, your dad was a few hundred feet away—”

“Right, and we would have gotten away with it, if you hadn’t done exactly what I said not to do, and moaned—”

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” you suddenly whisper in a needy purr, dipping down to ghost your lips over his as your fingers drag through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. “Can never help it when it comes to you.”

And suddenly, he’s not so upset anymore, hands tugging at you until you both go crashing back against the small mattress.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your skirt. 

Your breath hitches.

“Then let’s make it two for two.”

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[stilinskibaby]

PAIRING : stiles x reader

CONTENT : fluff

stiles falls asleep the best when his head on your chest. it's a well-known fact, that stiles has insomnia and trouble getting comfortable. but once his head is on your chest, your steady heartbeat becoming his favorite lullaby. it's moments before you hear his breathing settle, and it brings the tiniest smile to your face. you are the only sleeping medication that works for him.

on the worse nights where it takes him a bit longer to fall asleep, he fidgets a little more, half asleep murmurs. when he finally fully passes out, his fingers grasp the hem of your shirt, almost as if he's scared you'll disappear if he isn't actively looking at you.

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[fitzells]

stiles and “street-light”

it’s cheesy! it’s short! it’s off topic! it’s unedited! it was written on tumblr mobile by an idiot who should be doing her irish homework because it’s ten o’clock at night! but i love stiles and i frickin adore kenz so here it is!!!!!!

“You’re so pretty.” He hums, tucking the loose hair behind your ears and cupping your jaw in his calloused hands.

Your cheeks are burning, and your gleaming eyes avert his lovesick gaze as he beams at you. Beneath the flickering orange hue of the street lights, he glows. Truly. So much so that it irritates you a little bit.

Besotted. Enamoured. Infatuated. Beguiled. There’s not a single word in the English language that could convey what you felt for him. So, despite your better judgement, your eyes lock with his twinkling ones, and you grin. Bright and lovestruck.

His warm hands caress the sides of your neck, smoothing up and down the flesh slowly; making you want to melt into one of the tiny puddles littering the cement beneath you. You breathe, unsteady and unsure; and then you say it. “I love you. A lot. So much.”

It’s his turn to smile, and it’s elated and cheery; you want to say it again, you’ll say it at the start of every sentence as long as he keeps looking at you like this.

“She loves me. You love me.”

You pout petulantly, a groan of pure humiliation and displeasure tumbling past your lips. “Forget it. I take it back.”

“No way! You can’t take it back. You’ve told me now, it’s a done deal.” His arm wraps around your shoulders as he walks you back to his jeep, and you curl into his flannel clad torso; linking your fingers through the hand dangling from your shoulder.

For once, it’s quiet. It’s calm. There’s no supernatural creatures trying to murder you (that you know of), no cold cases to crack or trigonometry homework to do. For once, you can breathe. He presses a kiss to your temple, pulling away to open his car door. This takes him a little while, Roscoe isn’t known for being easy to manage. Once the car door is wedged open open and you’re both inside, he speeds off.

You check the time. 10:14. You told your mum you’d be home by eleven. You have time.

“Hey, baby?”

You hum serenely, you love when he calls you that.

“I love you more.”

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[strangerquinns]

I have a request for you! Stiles and female reader in bed and they’re sleeping he wakes up and just stares at her and runs his hand over her naked back and she wakes up and smut ensues

Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

18+ for sexual situations

morning sex with stiles

The sun streamed in through the window behind his headboard, stretching its bright yellow rays across his face. Stiles' face scrunched up slightly as his sleep was interrupted. Slowly his mind and body began to wake up. Stiles stifled a yawn before his brown eyes blinked awake - the first thing his eyes see is you. The blanket draped around your waist and left the upper part of your back exposed to him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he moved closer to you. Stiles bent down and pressed his lips against your bare shoulder while his hands wrapped around your waist, his hand spanning over your lower stomach. You moaned softly in your sleep, not fully waking, but relaxing into his touch.

His smile tugged up his lips a little more before his hand moved back around so it traveled up your back. The soft caress of his fingers dancing across your skin began to slowly wake up you as well. Your face nuzzled into the pillow beneath your head and moaned softly as Stiles' scent surrounded you.

"Mmmm, Stiles..." You moaned as his fingers moved along the side of your chest and teased your nipple slightly. "...baby,"

"Morning beautiful," His voice was deeper from his sleep still, a roughness to it that had you whimpering for a different reason.

"We didn't wake up last night...what if your dad came and checked on you?" You slowly turned to face him, shifting your body closer to his till both your legs intertwined together.

"My dad loves you, even if he did come in, we just looked like we're sleeping." Stiles shrugged his shoulder slightly. "But I also made sure to lock the door before we even...slept."

A cocky smirk spread across his face that had you rolling your eyes. Stiles moved to hover over you slightly and bent down to kiss your lips. Your hand moved up to grab the back of his neck, your nails scratching along his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

Stiles' hands traveled along your body as your lips moved against each other. With each passing second, the kiss becomes more and more feverish between you both. You pulled back from each other but didn't stop touching and caressing one another. His lips moved to kiss and suck down your neck as your hand traveled down his chest and moved down further. Your fingers teased over his pubes before wrapping around his cock, feeling him hard and heavy in your hand. Stiles whimpered against your lips with a curse as your hand stroked him slowly.

"Stiles," You moaned as his thumb moved against your nipple again, before his lips wrapped around it. "...F-Fuck..."

You loved feeling him jerk within your hand the more you stroked him. When Stiles pulled back slightly, you used the momentum to push him onto his back. The blanket fell from the two of you as you eagerly settled between his legs. Stiles looked down and watched you with lustful eyes as your lips wrapped around him. His jaw dropped with a soft breathy moan as your tongue moved against him.

"O-Oh...fucking...god, baby." Stiles groaned as his hand reached down to fist your hair, guiding you more, to take him deeper down your throat. "God damn...love seeing those lips wrapped around me."

You looked up towards him as your lips pressed against his base, choking slightly, before pulling back. His cock left your mouth with a soft pop and saliva strung between your lips and his head. Your hand continued to stroke him as you watched him. How his chest moved a little faster the more his breath picked up. How it also flushed red slightly. Stiles right on the brink only turned you on more and made you aching for him more.

His hand reached out and caressed your thigh, making a pulling motion to move you straddle over him.

"Come here, baby...wanna watch you ride me." Stiles moaned

Your teeth pulled your lower lip in between them as you straddled over him more. You teased his cock against your wet slit for a few passing moments before slowly sinking down around him. You bent down and brought him into a kiss to muffle both your sounds, unsure of his father as still home. The last thing you wanted was the Sheriff hearing as you fucked his son.

The moment he was fully, deep inside of you, you sat there for a moment. You were still sore from the night before when you came back to his place after a date. You pulled back and pressed your hands against his chest before you began to move. Slowly rising before sinking back down. Stiles moved his hand to grab at your waist and help guide you more.

"That's it...oh, fuck, fuck fuck," Stiles groaned. "God...fucking love your pussy so much baby."

Stiles growled as he felt you pulse and tighten around him more at the sound of his words. You were always a lover of his dirty talk, only becoming slicker and pulling him into you deeper the more her called you a "good girl," and told you how tight and wet your pussy felt.

As you picked up the rhythm and pace his bed rocked against the wall slightly. Stiles grabbed you and pulled you down to his chest, halting your movement, before he began to thrust up into you. Thankfully your face was nuzzled into his neck as you screamed out his neck. Stiles placed his feet flat on his bed and used the leverage to fuck harder and deeper into you - without the bed banging against the wall.

"...yes, yes, yes...fuuck, don't stop...oh, Stiles." You chanted with a breathy moan in his ear as he hit the right spot over and over again. You felt your toes begin to curl as the ever-approaching orgasm grew stronger and closer.

"Mmmm can feel you tightening around me baby." Stiles grabbed tighter to your ass as he held you, "Gonna cum for me like a good girl? Cum all over my cock till I fill you up?"

You pulled back till both your forehead were pressed together, looking deep into his eyes as all you were able to do was moan in response while nodding your head. One of his hands moved from your ass, and instead grabbed around your throat. A small little gasp came from you before he tightened around it more and more. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head till soon you were sent over.

His hand around your throat muffled out your cry as you came, your hips grinding down against him as it moved through your body quickly. Just as you were coming down, Stiles rolled the both of you over as he drove into you with erratic, harder thrusts. You tightened around him more as you heard the sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, mixing in with your heavy pants and moans.

"Give it to me, give it to me," You chanted over and over before Stiles pressed his hips tightly against yours, cumming deep inside of you. Your legs hooked around his waist and pulled him in tighter and closer.

"Fuck, Y/N" Stiles groaned before bending down and kissing you. It was sloppy and passionate as you two laid there. "Can't get enough of you, beautiful...goddamn..."

You smiled up towards him, caressing his face, "Good...cause I can't get enough of you."

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[goofygooberdays]

Stiles Stilinski: Teen Wolf

“Alright, how about this? Next time I see him, I’ll give him the field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with “F”, end with “U”.”

I found all these pictures on Pinterest.

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[wrenniebaby]

loves for losers!- “you’re doing so good” with stiles!

ophie’s celly!

tw. dom! stiles. oral (m receiving). praise.

you were crouched in front of him, where he sat knees spread out before you. his boxer and jeans, long forgotten as you inch closer to stiles’ cock. his member was beckoning you closer as you try to fit your mouth over the head.

once you finally do, you work fast to get a good rhythm going for him. his hand tightly fastened in your hair as he helps you bob your head along his cock.

“you’re doing so good,” stiles grunted, losing his breath from the amount of pleasure you were giving him. the praise encouraging you to go faster, grunts and whines tumbled out of stiles’ mouth unwavering. it was long before you felt the hot seed of him coming down your throat.

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[semicolonsspace]

Thinking about needy!Stiles and how he just wants to be inside you while you're busy reading or doing something.

Oh, Bitchhhh YES

You would be sitting there lying down on your bed, and he's just lying on your chest. His soft grabby hands are kneading your body. His hands would travel under your shirt, or rather his shirt that you stole from him.

Soft music would be playing from your radio, calming the both of you. The window is cracked, the soft low breeze blowing in. It moves your hair along with his. He shivers closer to you and you look down at him, moving the book out of your vision.

"You okay, baby?"

He groans in response, his hips grinding into your leg. You feel his harden groin rub against you and you chuckle. "I'll take that as a no."

He whimpers when your knee rubs the head of his dripping member. "Just please let me."

"Please what?" You asks curiously. At some point a bookmark is in the pages of your book and long forgotten. Your hands scratch into his scalp, soft breathing emitting from his parted lips. "Put it in you." His words spoke little with need but you know what he meant.

"Come here, love." He obeys and he crawls over you, hovering over you. He moves aside of your shorts and underwear and his dick slides against your slick folds. You hiss when he inserts into you, your cunt clenching on him. He groans when he's fully sheathed in you and he wraps his arms around you, his head going into the crook of his neck. "That better?" He nods into you, his hands grabbing the fabric on you. You continue playing with his hair and you chuckle when you hear soft snores. "Poor baby," You grab your book again and you continue reading, while one hand continues to play with his hair.

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[blondwhowrites]

Authors note: might make a little continuation of this

"Scott, I can't magically make Stiles fall asleep", you said as you walked up to the front door of your best friend's house.

"He hasn't slept in three days", Scott said in a worried voice.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep if I were recently possessed by an evil spirit either", you retorted as you opened the door for Scott.

"That's not the point", Scott huffed in annoyance.

"Then what is it?", you questioned as you stepped into Stiles's house and took off your shoes.

Scott turned to look at you with an exasperated sigh. "You and Stiles have this connection; I don't know; I just think if you were to stay with him during the night, he might sleep", he explained

You stared at him blankly. You blinked a few times, needing time to fully process what your friend had just said. "You want me to have a sleepover with Stiles?"

"Yes! That would be perfect!", Scott said, his voice full of hope, and he clasped his hand on your shoulder. "Please", he pleaded.

"What are you guys doing here?", Stiles said, suddenly appearing from the kitchen, where he had just poured himself a bowl of extremely unhealthy cereal.

You pointed at Scott. " He broke into my room and dragged me here." You had no problem throwing Scott under the bus.

Stiles raised a brow, and he looked at Scott questioningly. "Yeah, but the door was locked. How did you get in?", he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Your dad gave me a key to the house a long time ago", you answered, and you walked towards where Stiles was. You passed him and entered the kitchen, and you immediately went to the drawer where they kept all of their snacks.

Stiles nodded slowly, and he watched as you grabbed a bag of chips. He looked at Scott, who gave him a shrug, and then he looked back at you. "My dad gave you a key?", he asked.

You nodded your head, grabbed a handful of chips, and shoved them into your mouth. Once you had chewed and swallowed them, you said, "Yeah."

Scott cleared his throat as he took a step forward. "Well, anyway, we came here to check up on you", he said, and he gave Stiles a bittersweet smile.

Stiles just rolled his eyes in response, and he turned back and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed his bowl of cereal and sat down next to you at the dining table.

"I came here for snacks", you chimed in.

Stiles chuckled. "I feel so loved", he joked, and he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Hey, it's not my fault your dad buys the best snacks."

Scott rolled his eyes at his two best friends' banter, and he took a seat across from them. "Your dad said you haven't been sleeping,", Scott suddenly admitted. 

A silence swept throughout the room. Stiles froze and tensed up as if he had just been caught doing something bad. "I've been sleeping." His voice wavered.

You stopped eating your chips, and you looked at Stiles in concern. "You've been having nightmares, haven't you?", you said in a soft voice.

Stiles let out a sigh, and he leaned back against the chair. He nodded. "Yeah, I have", he mumbled. He pushed his bowl of cereal away, suddenly not hungry anymore.

You frowned. "I'm sleeping over tonight", you stated.

Stiles head perked up, and he looked at you in surprise. "Wait, really?", he asked suddenly his whole demeanor lit up again.

You nodded your head, and you looked at him with a smile. "Yes"

Scott got up from where he sat. "Well, I have things to do, so, uh, I'm going to go, bye", he said, giving you two an awkward wave of goodbye, and then he was gone.

"Let me guess he bribed you into sleeping over with me."

"Yep"

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[mysticallystilinski]

stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself

can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭

I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES

has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.

the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.

a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.

being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.

you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.

stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.

“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.

you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.

“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.

you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.

you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.

you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.

“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”

your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.

“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.

while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.

he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”

he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.

you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.

his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.

at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.

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[freedomfireflies]

So I’m a cheerleader.. and I was thinking Stiles being with a cheerleader reader and he gets all hot and bothered seeing her walk around the school in uniform because it hugs her figure perfectly, so he pulls her into an empty classroom and you know 😉😉 and he tells her how short her skirt is and how it’s “easy access”

Stiles Stilinski is not subtle.

Especially when it comes to his staring, which was made very clear to you the day you first joined the team, before later showing up at his house in your new cheerleading uniform.

And his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head.

And he drooled.

Literally drooled.

All down his chin.

And it's for this very reason that you've decided to wear the dangerous outfit to school today, just to make sure he gets a really good look.

Technically, practice isn’t until after school, and most of the other girls prefer to change in the locker room just before.

And that’s normally how you prefer it, too. After all, this skirt leaves little to the imagination but even more so…it lets in a draft.

And it’s February. And very cold, and very brisk, and your legs are very bare.

But it’ll be worth it to watch the line of drool dribble from Stiles’ mouth as you swing your hips by his desk.

And you’re rewarded with exactly that as you saunter your way from one side of the classroom to the other, pretending to be oblivious to your charm, and to his presence, as you call a greeting to your friend.

You keep your back to him because you know if you catch a glimpse of his face, you’ll smirk. And if he knows you know what you’re doing, then he’ll make sure to make you regret it.

…which, you suppose wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Still, you keep him behind you and begin a conversation with one of the other girls on the team. You exchange stories about how your weekend was and what you’re looking forward to during practice.

But you don’t miss the sound of his throat clearing. You don’t miss the sound of his chair scraping across the floor, or the sound of his footsteps parading after you. 

And you smile.

“What, no hello for me?” comes the familiar, soft taunt, slipping just over your shoulder.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and glance to the side. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Hey, Stiles.”

He swallows a scoff. “Oh, I think you can do better than that.”

Your eyes roll as he steps in front of you and leans back against your desk, forcing your attention on him.

Then, he grins. “So…do better.”

Still, you keep your playfully annoyed expression firm on your face as you shrug and let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Hello, Stiles. Is that good enough for you?”

“Mm-mm.” His head shakes. “Try again.”

Your arms cross in front of your chest. “Well, it’s just gonna have to be, because class is about to start, and I don’t have time for this.”

With that, you reach out to lightly shove him to the side and out of your way so you can slip by and take your seat.

But you hadn’t anticipated the contact to be so…electrifying. You suppose it makes sense. After all, you and Stiles haven’t really had a lot of…quality time together recently. Both so busy with extracurriculars, homework, and friends. 

You hadn’t meant to go two weeks without, and truthfully, you thought you’d been doing fine. Sure, once in a while, you’d find yourself lying in bed with your fingers between your thighs. But Stiles was always on the other side of that phone call, talking you through it, telling you how much he missed it, and how pleased he was to hear you fuck yourself to the sound of his voice.

Now, as you wrestle him out of your way, you feel his fingers brush the outside of your thigh as you pass by, and your breath catches in your throat as your mind suddenly goes fuzzy.

You both seem to still, now abundently aware of how badly you need each other.

You look up at him.

He looks back.

You swallow.

He smiles.

“Uh…Mr. Clark?” he’s suddenly calling, turning toward the man now taking his place near the front of the classroom.

Mr. Clark looks up. “Yes?”

“I’m…I’m not feeling so hot,” Stiles says, voice labored and thick as if in great pain. “I need to go see the nurse.”

Mr. Clark sighs as he waves his hand through the air dismissively. “Fine but be quick about it, please. We have a lot to cover.”

“Yes, Sir,” Stiles replies, taking a step back before stumbling rather dramatically as his hands reach out to grasp onto you. “Oh. Oh, gosh. I…I don’t think I can make it there on my own, I feel…I feel so weak and dizzy.”

Mr. Clark’s expression drops into an unamused frown. “Is that so?”

Stiles nods, blinking innocently. “Yeah, I…I sure hope I don’t pass out on the way there. That would just be…so bad. I could seriously get hurt. But…no. No, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll…I’ll just hold onto the wall and hope I remember how to walk—”

“My god, just take him,” Mr. Clark interrupts, now nodding his chin at you. “It’s fine. Just take him, and hurry back.”

Doing your best not to laugh, you chew on the inside of your cheek and loop your arm under Stiles’ shoulder to help guide him toward the door.

He pretends to be faint, swaying from side to side as you do your best to keep him walking in a straight line.

And because this is Stiles, he makes this as difficult as possible, resting almost all of his weight on you as work to keep yourself upright.

Once you’re in the hall, you expect him to drop the act, but he doesn’t. Not until you’ve passed the few straggling students and teachers.

You also expect that he wants to actually head to the nurse’s office. His favorite place to have you because it's quiet, secluded, and it has a bed.

But this theory of yours is also proven wrong when he suddenly skids to a stop in the middle of the hallway, grabs onto your wrist, and yanks you through what seems to be a random door.

Once you’re both safely inside, you peer around the dark space, and piece together that he’s brought you into one of the empty study rooms. 

However, you aren’t afforded an opportunity to discover much more than that because just as you’re starting to get comfortable, you feel his hands.

One is on your hip, and the other is nudging between your thighs to pry you open. And as he does, he guides you back toward one of the desks and places you on top before placing himself between your legs.

Your palms meet the cold, hard surface behind you as you brace yourself and stumble over a gasp. “What…what—”

“This?” he murmurs under his breath, fisting at the fabric of your cheerleading skirt with contempt. “This is fucking cruel.”

Your lashes flutter but you can’t deny the flush of your cheeks at his approval. “What do you mean?”

He makes a noise deep in the back of his throat as he guides the fabric up your lap, eying it—and you—closely. “You know exactly what I mean, sugar. Know you do. Know you wore this just to hurt me. Know you wanted me to see just how easy it would be to have you. Right then. Right there. In front of everybody.”

You stay silent because he’s right, and you just hope he plans to do something about it. 

“It does, you know,” he continues softly, long fingers caressing the soft, tender skin of your inner thigh. “It does hurt me. Every inch of you hurts me. Not having you hurts me. Not being with you hurts me—”

He stops, and your heart just about drops to your ass as he ghosts his lips above yours and hooks his thumb under the lace of your underwear.

You both still.

“—do you wanna hurt me, sugar?” he asks, and you immediately shake your head. “Good. S’good. So…what do you want?”

He won’t go further than this until you say the words, and while you appreciate the sentiment, your tongue doesn’t seem to want to work right now.

“You,” you breathe. “Always you, Stiles, please.”

You watch his entire face light up as he finally concedes and kisses you. God, he kisses you with so much love and lust and adoration that your head spins and your lungs just about give out.

“Yeah?” he whispers.

You nod.

“Good. Then let’s do something about it.”

~ Full Masterlist

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[stilinskibaby]

early series stiles

PAIRING : s1-2!stiles x reader.

CONTENT : fluff.

is so protective of you, especially after finding out about the supernatural

is constantly checking up on you (have you drank water, are you sleeping well, etc.)

lowkey is always trying to hold hands with you under the guise of ‘i have something to show to you’

starts stuttering at you once he acknowledges his crush on you

starts having nightmares about you dying during the kanima situation

has you and scott over for weekly movie / dinner nights bc he knows it calms your anxiety

LATE NIGHT DRIVING JAMS,, him picking you up just to drive around and listen to music and sometimes he parks at the preserve bc he knows u like the view

helping you with your homework

him asking u for girl advice ( u r the girl )

THE BIGGEST GIFTS FOR UR BIRTHDAY ( you dont even know how u got the money for it )

tl:dr stiles is a cutie patootis sweetiepie

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[derpylittlenico]

[insert screaming keysmash]

(... don't ask me, idefk. i just love these extra bitches)

"This had to be some kinda...bizarre bit of karmic bullshit, or whatever, because it was so beyond unfair that the one time he accidentally texts Peter instead of Cora, he admits to wanting to swallow him down like he was the last glizzy at the Pump N Go. That.....was probably dirtier than it sounded in his head. Probably lucky he hadn't said that. Not the point. The point was? His luck fuckin blew."

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[obriengf]

🥰 with stiles please

Send me an emoji for a relationship trope ♡

🥰 Idiots in love

It was sickening. It was frustrating. It was unbelievable. Your friends got tired so easily, but it also held amusement to watch as you and Stiles so blindly danced around your feelings. It was so incredibly obvious you had eyes for the other - bashful and childish giggles encapsulated with flirty interactions, subtle touches that left behind heated impressions, and the magnetised force that constantly pulls you both to each other's sides. The one thing that your connection lacked was confidence and courage. It was as if each possible moment for declaration was sitting on the tip of your tongue, but refused to spill. It was teetering on the edge of a cliff but you managed to catch your feet at the last second. There were moments when your friends would swear that you two were bordering on idiocy when it came to realising the beautiful tension between you both. It took longer than they wanted, but they did everything they could to push you two together. Scott would whisper in his best friend's ear when he caught him staring, "Y/N looks good today, right? You should go say something..." To which Stiles' dropped jaw would stutter out a small, "I-I-I... wow" Lydia would nudge your shoulder after you received a flirty interchange from the Stilinski boy, "So, what's going on with you and Stiles?" To which you'd bite your lip, your cheeks red, eyes doe-like, "Stiles? And m-me? Nothing, nothing... not that he's not great, he's so great, he's amazing..." All it took was a group of disgruntled friends, an empty classroom, and two lovestruck idiots to make you and Stiles Stilinski admit that you were utterly and completely in love.

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[jasntodds]

i’m not sure if this is the correct place to request something but i was wondering if you could write stiles stilinski x ocd!reader? maybe stiles notices her becoming overly anxious and sees her picking every one of her scabs back open or just picking at her skin repeatedly? sorry if that doesn’t make sense, it’s just something i do obsessively especially when things don’t “feel right”

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x OCD!Reader Words: 676 Warnings: OCD, mentions of panic attacks, a little bit of anxiety, mentions of picking skin and scabs, a little bit of fluff A/n: I’m sorry this took awhile but I was having issues thinking of plot 😭I hope you like it!!

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Stiles has always been one of the most supportive people you have in your life. With his own history and battle with panic attacks, he gets how crippling any form of mental illness can be. It’s a constant war inside your head all the time, even when it doesn’t feel like a war. And he understands it and has been there to support you ever since you told him about your OCD.

He had questions, of course, because no one really, truly understands OCD until they have it. It’s not that you always just want your room to be clean or that you’re flipping a light switch three times. It’s more about something, very specific having very specific steps and if those steps aren’t done in the exact way your brain tells you, you have to repeat them and if you don’t, this terrible, awful thing will happen and you’ll have anxiety about it. The thought of redoing that thing will sit in the back of your head haunting you and taunting you until you just do it. But, the worst types if just when something just doesn’t feel “right”.

You haven’t necessarily done anything that goes against your compulsions, in fact, according to your recollection, you did everything “right”. But, something that is almost embedded into your bones, screams that something isn’t right. It’s a large flashing red light in the very front of your head telling you that something isn’t RIGHT. You don’t know exactly what thing is but it’s SOMETHING and it’s a vibration in your bones telling you to figure it out so you can fix that one thing to be right again. But, you can’t, not right now so instead, you’re stuck picking at your skin and scabs, reopening the wounds to try and ease the anxiety that wraps it’s self around your bones like selfish barbed wire.

Stiles, though, he’s always been attentive. It’s one of his best qualities, nothing really sneaks past him and he’s almost always right about everything. And he notices, everything, including the distant look in your eyes as you sit looking at the TV.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asks, his voice calm as he looks over to you.

“Huh?” You raise your brows at him, the picking stopping for only a second.

Stiles glances to your hands and sees a small blood spot. “You’re picking, you only do that when it’s bothering you.” He refers to your OCD as it because sometimes, mentioning it by its name turns into this looming monster, like saying its name allows it to materialize in a way.

“Uh…” You stutter, the picking continuing. “I don’t know….something…feels…” You pause again because the other really annoying thing about OCD is that even sometimes talking about it not feeling right, is another trigger. If you acknowledge it, maybe something really bad will also happen.

“Doesn’t feel right?” Stiles finishes and earns a worried expression from you. “Alright, well,” Stiles takes your hands in his, resituating himself on the couch to face you. “I’m just gonna hold your hands for a little while, okay?” He asks and you nod at him. “Because picking isn’t gonna help and then we can try to figure out what isn’t right.” He gives you a warm and reassuring smile. “And if you can’t, that’s okay.”

“I feel like I did everything….ya know? But it just….” You pause again, growing annoyed at how everything stops in your throat even when you want to talk about it.

“I’m positive everything is fine.” Stiles gives you a reassuring nod. “But, if you think something might happen because it doesn’t feel right, then I guess you’re gonna have to deal with me all night cause I’m not going anywhere until you feel better.” His voice is airy but still holds this seriousness to it where you know he will not leave unless you’re okay. And you’re so thankful for him. He’s the only one that gets it.

“Thank you, Stiles.” It’s a weak smile that tugs at your lips, but a smile.

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[wrenniebaby]

loves for losers- “sitting so pretty for me, hm? let’s see how long that lasts.” with void!stiles

ophie's celly!

tw. dark! dub!con/noncon.

you sat in a chair with void stiles stalking around the room. he looked exactly like your best friend, the man you loved, but he was different. there wasn't a light in his eyes, they were dark and there was no emotion on his face.

he crouched down to your level, where you sat. “want to have some fun?” his voice was deep and it sent shivers throughout your body. you felt so inclined to, you knew your stiles didn't like you that way, and it was gross but you felt like you had to let him play with you. so a dumb nod presented itself, as you just watched him. he chuckled, you knew he knew everything that played through your head.

“sitting so pretty for me, hm? see how long that'll last.” his voice was downright sinister, yet you still felt a wetness grow in your center, the fluid spreading on your shorts.

he got you up, sitting himself in your chair, sliding you on his thigh, helping you grind harshly on the thick material of his jeans. you were a whimpering mess soon after.

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