#stiles stilinski x male reader

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Tread Carefully ~ S.S.

Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon

Word Count: 1400+

MASTERLIST

Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.

And then she'd dated Allison.

If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids. 

He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.

Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.

Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.

But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.

So what was she to do except play match maker?

Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.

And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.

It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.

Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.

And right now, that person was Y/n.

So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.

It was over.

But the damage had been done.

The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...

Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."

Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."

There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.

"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"

At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.

"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.

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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

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[gatorbites-imagines]

I recently started reading about werewolf stiles and I was wondering if you could do a werewolf stiles x male reader, please and thank you

Werewolf Stiles Stilinski x male reader

Headcanon

Ive never read too many werewolf Stiles fics, as I mainly read Spark Stiles stuff, but its an interesting idea, so I hope you enjoy this.

It’s been a while since I watched the show, so there might be parts about werewolf culture I forgot.

There are many ways Stiles could have been bitten, but lets assume its later on after everything with the Nogitsune and the chimeras. Its most likely Scott that bites him to save his life or something like that.

Because he killed people as the Nogitsune, and maybe other times I can’t remember, he would have blue eyes instead of yellow. Since he has so much experience with other people being bitten, he’s probably more on top of his own transformation.

If it was in the show, there would probably be a whole plot about Stiles becoming something else when he was bitten, because its Stiles, why wouldn’t he. But let’s just say the transformation went as it was meant to go.

Hes still is loud sassy self, but with a lot more wolf and dog jokes. You have to expect to hear the joke about you putting him in a collar at least once a week, or making him sleep in the doghouse.

Stiles struggles with his new urges and senses for a while, especially how much how loves your scent and can’t seem to get enough of you. Even before his bite, Stiles was a clingy lover, but afterwards it gets even worse.

He doesn’t even seem to notice he does it. Stiles will hang out at your place and splay across your bed, burying his face into your sheets and pillow and roll around. Or you go to his place, where he absentmindedly makes you wear his clothes to get his scent on you.

Stiles notices how he wants you provide for you more, it starts out small like bringing you small snacks or letting you borrow his jacket, but it becomes bringing you a whole ass deer after a full moon, much to the pack’s entertainment.

You are his person, if that makes sense. If he’s losing himself during a shift, he thinks about you to get himself back under control. Just the idea of hurting you makes his entire body and soul ache, and it’s the last thing he would ever want to do.

That might also result in Stiles hiding away from you the days before a full moon, just in case, as his needs and urges get stronger and stronger. Let’s just say he’s had to buy a lot of new pants as his claws keep tearing holes in his usual ones, as he has to grip his thigh from doing anything.

Has caught himself almost biting you on multiple occasions, like if you guys are cuddling or getting a little more intimate and Stiles finds himself scraping his teeth across your neck. His instincts howl for him to bite and mark you, but he’s so terrified of the idea that he almost falls out of the bed.

Stiles being Stiles would bury himself in research to try and understand why his urges are so God damn strong, as other wolves he’s met haven’t been so bad when it comes to their lover.

He ends up having to tuck his tail between his legs and go to other members of the pack with more experience, most likely Derek, or Peter, as his research doesn’t end up with much.

Peter would have a good laugh at his situation, and Derek would just raise a brow with a small “huh, makes sense” much to Stiles’s annoyance.  He ends up getting the werewolf version of the birds and the bees, and the whole talk about true mates, and he ends up sitting in his car just thinking this all sounds like one of those trashy werewolf romance books.

Assuming you are an average human, it would take a bit for Stiles to tell you, and you probably have to force it out of him cuz he’s avoiding you. Stiles again being Stiles, would feel like he doesn’t deserve you or that you can do so much better, so he doesn’t wanna force a bond on you.

He needs reassurance that you still love him, especially after he’s become a werewolf. After a long talk, Stiles returns to his lovable clingy self, but he won’t allow himself to bond you until you guys get older, even though he truly wants too.

I can imagine it gets so bad that he wears something like a tooth guard so he can’t accidentally bite your neck in the heat of the moment, cuz he wants you both to build your careers or educations before you get “wolf married” as he calls it.

During a full moon, he also always finds himself by your place, be it crawling in through your window or just hovering in the shadows nearby. You gets used to the feeling of him watching you when he’s wolfed out, and you’ll easily find his glowing blue eyes when you learn where to look.

Like I said earlier, a scent beast. You’ll cat him snuffling and sniffing you on the regular, and it probably reaches the point he can smell the changes in your hormones, so if you ever feel a little hot under the collar you just know he’s gonna smell it too.

After being bitten he also gets more comfortable with his body and appearance, since running around during the full moon ends with him naked more times than he doesn’t. The bite also made him muscle up, at least somewhat, which he appreciates too.

When his old flannels don’t fit on him anymore cuz of the sudden growth spurt, he gives them all to you to wear or do with as you please. If they fit, that’s the easiest way to make him buckle for you.

All in all, he’s still as much of a sweetheart as if he wasn’t a werewolf, now he just has a lot of new urges and instincts that catch him off guard every now and then. Stiles would always carry some guilt for mixing you deeper into the supernatural world, even if you were already part of it, but he also can’t ever imagine living without you.

So, make sure to reassure him that you love him and will stay by his side. If you end up some kind of supernatural being too, the guilt lessens, but its Stiles were talking about, he’s always got some kind of thing going on.

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[nino-rox]

ANOMALY PART 1

STILES STILINSKI x MALE READER | O

Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Author’s Note : the car in the picture below is Y/N’s new car

“Y/N, I’m leaving for work. Make sure you don’t get late for school, and drive safe, honey!” You heard your mom say as you packed your back for your first day of school, “Okay, Mom! Have a great day at work,” You responded.

You had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom a day ago because of her new job at a hospital here. The school was about 20 minutes from your house, and you’d only visited once before for admission.

You made your way to the main door, manoeuvring between the still unpacked cartons. Your new house wasn’t particularly big, it was a small 2 Bedroom, 3 Bathroom apartment on the 1st floor. It wasn’t fancy, but you liked how the windows opened into an amazing view of the town.

You sat into your new car; it was by far the thing you were the most excited about, after all… that’s how your mom managed to bribe you when you said you didn’t want to move to some small town and leave Los Angeles. Your new car was a Black 5-seat Volvo XC40 Hybrid. It was as beautiful as they come - the best breaks, sexy design, brand new release, Electric + Gas - And it felt amazing to drive.

With those thoughts in mind, you drove off to school.

Your mom had given you strict instructions that if you got caught skipping school, she would ground you until the next semester and take the keys to the car. As you reached the school, reality began to set in. You were in some faraway town, away from home, away from your only close friend, and didn’t know anyone. But at this point, it was nothing new to you. Your mom was a famous double board-certified general surgeon, and thanks to that title, her job always made her move around the country.

Perhaps this was why you looked down at your new school - Beacon Hills High School - it wasn’t as big, pretty, or well-known as your previous one. Still, on the upside, you had heard interesting stories about the place and how “weird” things kept happening, so you at least hoped you’d run into Bigfoot or something on one of your regular late-night walks. ( A/N: LMAO HE ABOUT TO REGRET THAT- Sorry)

As you parked your car, a chill went up your spine. You really had no idea what to expect. You took in your surroundings as you got down; the grass was long and wild, the buildings were old, and everyone was … well… they didn’t have the same flair as people in LA.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from your best friend that said, “Hey, listen, Y/N, I’m super late for class right now. I wish you all the best for the first day at Beacon Hills. Oh, and don’t be a judgmental bitch, please. It is a town, not LA, but I’m sure you’ll survive. Don’t worry, stay safe and DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR DANGER…also, let me know if there are any hot guys. Maybe I can come over then.”

It was crazy how she basically knew what you were thinking, so you sent her a message saying, “No hot guys in sight … not one,” to which she replied, “STFU and get to class bitch.”

And as you walked towards the school entrance, you decided it was time to start working on becoming a bit more social and meet some friends here… or not, because who cares…right…?

As you locked your car and began walking to the entrance, you saw a blue Jeep parked next to it; it looked pretty banged up as if a lion had scratched it. You just hoped they didn’t accidentally scrape your car.

Two boys were getting out of the jeep. One was tall and athletic, the other an inch shorter and much skinnier. They looked around your age and looked like they were talking about something serious.

You continued walking in. Your first class of the day was AP (advanced placement) Biology. As you walked in, you prayed the teacher wouldn’t make you introduce yourself; you weren’t in the mood… but oh well.

The teacher spoke as you walked in, greeting and asking you to introduce yourself to the class.

“Hey everyone, my name’s Y/N Shepherd. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” You said as you saw a beautiful redhead who later introduced herself as Lydia Martin smile and wave at you, signalling for you to sit with her.

You welcomed the friendly gesture, smiling back and walking over to her before taking a seat.

“So, pretty boy, where are you coming from ?” Lydia asked. “LA, and thanks, you’re quite beautiful yourself,” you said, winking at her, which made her blush slightly.

You were always good at this part, faking a smile, being all friendly, sweet and social when really you never cared.”

Before Lydia could continue interrogating you, the class started.

Over the next hour and a half, the lecture went by.

After the lecture ended, Lydia told you that she would go find out where your locker was. She also gave you some tips on the teachers she thought would be easy and hard and things like that and warned you to not step out too late in the night in Beacon Hills. She mentioned that sometimes people hung out together outside of school and invited you along.

“Thanks! This will definitely help me fit in better,” you smiled.

Lydia smiled and walked off after showing you to your locker. As you began to open your locker, two boys suddenly ran up to you and held the locker door shut. You turned around, ready to rid anyone of the false notion that they could even try to bully you, but your gaze softened a bit when you saw the two boys from the jeep next to your car,

“Heyyy, man, sorry I kinda put some stuff … uh … in there and forgot to take it out last semester. Could you just give us a bit so we can take it out?” The shorter, skinnier one said, almost suspiciously, as if there was a dead body in there. “So? Take it out now. I need to put my stuff in,” you said, opening the locker as you noticed the taller boy sigh in defeat. Suddenly, your eyes went wide; the moment you opened the lock, a huge, maybe 10-foot iron chain began to fall out; the loud sound even made teachers step out to see what was happening. The skinny boy spoke up, “Yeah …. About that … uh.. we can explain … um, it was,” “Don’t bother, I don’t really care, just get it out before you make me late for class”, you interrupted, visibly mad that the whole school probably thinks “you” were the psycho who had iron chains in his locker - when that really wasn’t the case. “We’re really sorry about this,” the taller boy said, grabbing the chains and leaving you in peace. You were judging…you were really judging them. You didn’t care about the chains, but the fact that everyone’s gonna think it was you.

You made your way to your economics class, and to your most unpleasant surprise, both those boys were in your class. As if it wasn’t bad enough already, only one seat was left, and it was right beside them. You chuckled at the irony of the situation - You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or strangle them, so you decided to ignore them and keep it cool.

The class was easy; you already knew everything, so you couldn’t help but get bored. As you began observing the classroom, the skinny boy passed you a chit - you took it hesitantly - it read, “SO SORRY - Stiles.” And had a smiley face drawn next to “stiles,” which made you think. What the hell is a stiles?

You glance back at the boy only to see him grinning at you; at that moment, you feel something - confusion - before you can do anything, you hear the teacher call you to solve a question on the board.

While solving the problem, you kept glancing at the two boys - you could feel their stares burning through your skin. The teacher seemed impressed when you finished solving the question and said, “You see that, Greenberg? That’s how it’s done.” Damn, this man really hates this Greenberg dude, what’d he do? You thought to yourself as you returned to your seat.

You could still feel the two boys staring holes into you; you were beginning to get irritated. You needed to finish some work, and these boys clearly weren’t helping you concentrate.

As you tried to return to your book, the taller boy mumbled something and pointed his finger at you. You were really starting to lose it, but the two boys suddenly got up, telling the teacher they had to go and ran out of the class - what the fuck is wrong with those two, you thought to yourself.

A while later, you were finally done with classes for the day. So far, it had gone well. The teachers liked you, and your classmates did too. The only issue was the whole corridor thing with those two boys, but as long as you stayed away from them, you’d be fine, you thought.

You received a message from Lydia asking you to come to the benches outside the cafeteria. That’s where she was hanging out with her friends after school. You texted back, letting her know you’d arrive in 5 minutes. You were in the mood for a walk and wanted to get some fresh air after that awkward morning.

As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you’d run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile.

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[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Bad Liar

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: No one asked for it but I felt inspired so share your thoughts please. Song Inspiration: Bad Liar - Selena Gomez.

I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else

Y/n was on his way to school thinking about anything and everything except for him. Recently, he had developed a crush and a strong one too, it took everything not think about him, fantasise about him. He was doing pretty well until in the distance he saw him, before being pulled into thoughts about him. How he always wore flannel shirts and would always ride around in his old sky blue truck, suddenly a loud car horn pulled Y/n out of his thoughts.

Embarrassed at the stares, Y/n rushed out of the way of the car and looked back to where he thought he saw his crush only to see another person. Y/n sighed thankfully that his crush didn’t see him almost get runover. He paced his way to his locker and started switching out his books but stopped when he noticed the regular group of people standing by Scott McCall’s locker. He let his gaze stop on the brown-haired human.

Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh

“You know if you keep staring, you might burn a hole in his head.” Bree, Y/n’s friend, said, breaking Y/n out of his gaze. “One word. One word and I can set her pretty little hands on fire.” He gritted through his teeth, seeing Malia’s hand in Stiles’ made him slightly upset. “Careful, baby witch.  Look at what you’re doing.” Bree informed, making Y/n aware of the flickering lights causing him to turn and face his locker, controlling his powers.

“You need to find a way to control those feelings of yours before they get you exposed.” Bree suggested. “I’ll be fine. It was just a little hiccup, nothing to worry about.” Y/n denied, closing his locker and locking arms with Bree. They both walked past Scott’s locker and Y/n snuck a glance at Stiles but was surprised to see him looking at him. Stiles gave Y/n a greeting nod but Y/n shyly looked away and continued on his way to class. “Why didn’t you say ‘hello’ back?” Bree asked, whispering incredulously. “Because I was caught off-guard.” Y/n answered, whispered back afraid the werewolves would hear.

In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh

Y/n arrived at the door to his next class and stood outside talking to Bree. “Since when are you interested in a relationship anyways?” she asked, waiting for the bell to ring. “Because I feel ready, and I want to have someone.” Y/n replied, hopelessly. “And that someone is, Stilinski?” Bree questioned, judgementally. “Don’t judge me.” Y/n complained, as he entered the classroom and took a seat at his table.

Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Oooooh every time I watch you serpentine

Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you No, no, no, no, not to think about you No, no, no, no, I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to give in to you No, no, no, no, not to give in to you.

With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar

Y/n sat in front of Stiles, a strategy in trying to get over him, unfortunately Stiles sat directly behind him so that he could sit next to Scott. Y/n had kept his head down and focused on his work, waiting for his test results that the teacher was busy handing out. Y/n had received his test results and mentally celebrated his excellent results. In this moment, there was no thought of Stiles Stilinski until he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind.

He turned around and his eyes meet brown, chocolate ones. “I saw your test score. You did pretty great.” Stiles complimented with a smile, “Thank you, Stiles.” Y/n thanked, nervously. “Please don’t disturb others, Mr Stilinski.” The teacher reprimanded, with a look. “Sorry teach!” Stiles mockingly apologised, giving Y/n a wink to which he returned with a blush and a smile before turning to face the front again. He was hoping that no werewolf in the class was listening to his heartbeat.

I see how your attention builds It's like looking in a mirror Your touch like a happy pill But still all we do is fear, oh oh What could possibly happen next? Can we focus on the love? Paint my kiss across your chest If you're the art, I'll be the brush

Y/n sat with Bree on the stands watching Beacon Hills High play against Devenford Prep in a lacrosse game. The match was heated as they were tied and there only two minutes on the clock. The stands were watching with bated breath until Stiles suddenly scored a goal causing the stands to erupt in excitement. Time was up and the game was over, people rushed off the stands. “I’m gonna find Greenberg. See you later.” Bree said, giving Y/n a kiss on the cheek before leaving him.

“Hey Y/n! You came to watch the game?” Mr Stilinski asked, approaching him. “I did, my friend wanted to watch her boyfriend and needed some company.” He answered his neighbour. “You need a ride, home?” the sheriff offered, but before he could answer Stiles excitedly appeared. “Well done, my son scored the winning goal!” Mr Stilinski boasted, causing Stiles to roll his eyes before noticing Y/n’s presence. “Congrats Stiles.” Y/n cooly said, giving him a smile and earned one in return with a thanks.

And oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh

Y/n watched Stiles walked toward Malia and give her a hug before closing his eyes and looking in the other direction. He rejected Noah’s offer for a ride home and decided to walk. “Hey Y/n! Wait up!” a voiced called to him from behind, on his walk. He turned to the voice and lo and behold, there was Stiles running up to him still in his lacrosse uniform. “You know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the middle of night.” Stiles warned as he reached Y/n who didn’t look him in the eye.

“Well you know me, I live for danger.” Y/n joked before sneezing and rubbing his arms. “I actually don’t know you.” Stiles disagreed, as he placed his lacrosse jacket over Y/n’s shoulders to get him warm.

“We’re not friends so you’re not expected to.” Y/n responded, holding the jacket around his figure as the scent of Stiles’ cologne became stronger.

“Well, we should hang out sometime. You can bring Bree and I can bring my friends. So that we can all be friends. What about tomorrow?”

And there was the word that made Y/n’s heart sting: Friends. In that moment he remembered why he couldn’t be with Stiles and so the wise decision would be reject to the offer and forget about Stiles Stilinski entirely. “It’s a date. Bye and thank you for walking me home.” Y/n quickly said before entering his house and shutting the door on Stiles’ face. He made his way to his room and once inside he noticed something in his full-length mirror.

He was still wearing Stiles’ lacrosse jacket. And he heard a ding from his phone and pulled it out see a message: You looked too cute wearing my jacket for me to ask for it back. See you on our date tomorrow 😉 – Stiles.

With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar.

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[soulofapatrick]

Scent Mark Me - Stiles Stilinski (NSFW)

Summary: You and Stiles have time to release pent up hormones before the rest of the pack get home 

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: smut; bulge kink; little bit of breeding kink; slight sub/dom

Y/N’s POV

I gasp when Stiles shoves me into the wall, lips biting into that weak spot on my neck. I am so on board with this as Stiles' clumsy hands unbuckle my jeans, shoving them to the floor,along with my boxers, to let me kick them off while he practically rips my shirt open. I go to pull that off too but he stops me, cognac eyes so dark they look black as his voice comes out rough, "No, leave it on."

I hum in agreement, sliding to my knees while he throws his teeshirt aside. His watches as I undo his jeans, pushing them down with a groan when I realise he's gone commando. His long fingers tangle in my hair, groaning around the two fingers I force past his lips when I swallow as much of him as I can in one go. A growl slips from my throat when he tugs in my hair, the smell of his arousal filling my every sense and making me impatient.

With a sound of protest from Stiles I pull my fingers from his lips, only for him to groan when he watches me to begin to ride those exact fingers. Trying to prep myself quickly because although I wish we could take our time we can't, the rest of the pack will be back soon and I really don't need the 'safe-sex-between-a-human-and-a-werewolf' from Derek speech.

As if understanding the urgency Stiles pulls me back to my feet, "Up." He grins challengingly, knowing I don't like being treated like a dog but that challenge is such a turn on, especially the fresh wave of arousal that washes off of him. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist and sink down five of the nine inches he's packing at this angle. Stiles curses, hands gripping my hips as his heated gaze meets mine, silently asking if he can. I nod and as soon as he gets the go ahead he's pulling back and thrusting up while pulling me down, causing me to cry out in surprise and pure lust because I didn't expect Stiles to be able to hold me up let alone move me his way.

He presses my back to the wall, bracing his hands either side of my head before thrusting again and I cry out in surprise as the other four inches slip in, making me feel fuller than I've ever felt before, "Fuck baby boy." A hand ghosts over my stomach and I whine when it stops over the spot where my stomach is bulging from his length, "Taking it all." He praises to which I preen at, watching as he pushes me against the wall by the shoulders, him watching the slide of his long length against my stomach every time he thrusts up.

I take this position until he starts to brush my prostate but not quite hitting it right. It forces a frustrated growl from my throat as I grab Stiles by his hair and yank him into a hot and dirty kiss that has him burying to the hilt and slamming into my prostrate properly, the kiss turning to us panting into each other's mouths as he slams into me, before his lips trail down my neck to try and leave a hickey on my neck as he read somewhere that it is possible to make it permanent.

"Shit!" I cry out, throwing my head back as Stiles slams into me especially hard, hitting that sweet spot head on, "Don't stop." I whine, scrabbling my hands down his back as his teeth scrape down my exposed neck, sucking a hickey just below my jaw. I tighten my legs around his hips to pull him closer, causing him to thrust deeper than I thought possible and he groans with his breath hot against the fresh hickey he's left.

I hear the door open and try to tell Stiles the others are back but his thrusts speed up, making me let out a strangled moan and his name. Stifling them by biting his shoulder, knowing the pain of my fangs is a small kink of his.

"Almost there baby," He groans into my neck and I whine in agreement, a sound leaving my throat when he reaches a hand between us to jack me off in time with his erratic thrusts, "C'mon Y/N, come for me." He pants, thumb ghosting the slit.

One more thrust and tug pushes me over the edge. I can't help but throw my head back again, arching my back and crying out loud enough for the wolves downstairs to get the gist of what's happening up here. I paint my chest and some of my chin as Stiles thrusts sloppily a few more times before he comes with a shudder and my name breathed into my neck. His hands bracing himself against the wall and legs shaking as he pants into the crook of my neck.

"They're home." I mumble, stealing a kiss before sucking a few more hickeys along his pale skin. He hums, letting me down and going to wipe my cum off of me but the wolf in me grabs his wrist with a growl.

"Watch." He murmurs soothingly so I let his wrist go, a mewl escaping my lips when he swipes it up on two fingers before spreading it across his torso, knowing what that does the to wolf inside me. The rest he licks from his fingers before stepping away so we can get redressed. I stay leaning against the wall, eyes slipping shut as I feel Stiles load begin to slide down the inside of my thigh and if I'm being honest it turns me on.

I jump when Stiles' fingers collect his come to spread across my chest as it's a sign of possession - your mate smelling of you. It makes me weak at the knees, so much so Stiles has to clean me up and helps me get my boxers and jeans back on before he whispers, "I guess we go face the music now."

I nod, stealing a soft kiss from his plump lips before following him down the stairs as I do the last few buttons on my shirt up so they don't see the come still on my chest. I'll get rid of it when it starts to dry and flake.

"Well sounds like you two had fun." Erica teases as soon as we join them in the living room.

Derek sniffs the air and adds with his usual glare but amplified by hundred, "A little too much fun."

"Come on Y/N, let's go get some coffee." Lydia suggests and the rest of the girls quickly agree. I sigh, glancing at Stiles to see if he'll be okay with the boys - especially Derek and Scott who don't seem entirely comfortable with us at the moment. Probably because they haven't had the talk with us.

"Go have fun." Stiles assures me, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me into a kiss before licking up the underside of my chin, pushing me away in time to see the blur of white on his tongue. It makes me mewl because he just ate my come in front of the whole pack and I just wanna pin him to the wall and fuck him senseless right now.

"Out," Derek grabs my shoulder, "You're going into heat and I need to talk to Stiles about it."

I possessively growl at the alpha but before he can react Malia and Allison are manhandling me out of the house, Kira, Erica and Lydia trailing behind.

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[bagerfluff]

hey same Anonymous from before requesting part 2 Scott McCall x male reader cuddles

plot now that reader has let stiles cuddle him and Scott during that movie night stiles won't stop asking reader for cuddles even when Scott not around headcannon stiles loves him some cuddle will not stop till he get his cuddles but stiles is very picky where he get his cuddles from

Your wish is my command and I hope you like this

Stiles Loves Cuddles

Set in season two/three

Something that not a lot of people knew about Stiles is that he loved cuddles. Ever since he was a kid and even more since his mom died. But Stiles never got his cuddles. It was a bit weird to cuddle with your best friend and Stiles' dad never was the most physical person. Plus Stiles was particular about his cuddles. It had to be just right. The person had to want to cuddle and had to be good at it. Scott can be a bit too handy. He never knew what to do with his hands. And his dad was too cold. He just laid there. Not acknowledging Stiles. Which made Stiles feel like he was annoying him. So no one ever knew. Stiles kept that secret locked up. Plus once Scott got bit by Peter Stiles had to be tough. 

Especially since Scott was freaking out. Then when Lydia went missing and when she got back he needed to be strong for her. Then the murders. Then Stiles being strong for Scott and his dad. So Stiles never got a break. So Stiles found other ways of letting off steam. One of those things was hanging out with Scott. Not to deal with supernatural stuff. But just to hang out like friends. Like before Scott got bit. But then Scott started dating Y/n. Now don’t get Stiles wrong. He loved the fact his best friend was happy. But Stiles no longer could hang out with Scott as much. He could, but he would prefer not to be trying to find out what was murdering everyone when he could be playing games with Scott. 

So when Stiles barged into Scott’s house to see him and Y/n cuddling he felt sad. Scott got what he wanted. Cuddles. But when Y/n invited him over to cuddle. Seemingly magically knowing that Stiles liked cuddles. Stiles was really happy. Then when Y/n started to run his hand through his hair Stiles was in heaven. Y/n knew how to cuddle. He knew what to do with his hands. He knew how to make you feel safe. And that was something that Stiles hadn’t felt in a long time. So after Stiles woke up and had to leave Stiles craved the comfort that Y/n gave him. Stiles did think that it was weird that he wanted to cuddle with his best friend's boyfriend but neither Scott nor Y/n made him feel weird about it. 

When Stiles wanted cuddles Y/n seemed to know and wrapped his arm around Stiles and pulled him into his chest. And it didn’t feel wrong. Stiles might be bisexual but he isn’t attracted to men and women but he is not attracted to Y/n. That’s Scott's job. So Stiles slowly started showing up to Scott and Y/n’s movie nights to cuddle. Scott was annoyed at him at first but he got used to it. Then Stiles started slowly asking for cuddles when Scott wasn’t around. Like if was off doing werewolf business and Stiles and Y/n were left alone. Scott would come home to Y/n and Stiles cuddling watching a movie or TV show.

But as Stiles got more comfortable showing and telling people that he wanted cuddles other people tried to cuddle or hug him. Lydia tried to cuddle with him once but Stiles refused. More people tried but Stiles refused them all. Stiles only wanted cuddles if it was from Y/n. Y/n felt happy that Stiles only wanted to cuddle him. He felt happy that he helped Stiles calm down. Y/n couldn’t do much else but be there for his friends. So when Stiles needed cuddles or if Scott needed cuddles Y/n felt happy he could help them.

Stiles may be the best friend. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like cuddles.

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[xmalereader]

— Stiles Stilinski List —

• Stiles Stilinski x Mage! Reader

Requested: Hi, Sweetheart💙 How are you doing? May I please have Stiles x Male!Witch!Reader fic? Like they are already dating but both pack and Stiles don't know reader's true nature. And general idea is reveling R's supernatural side by him saving Pack from some new monster via witchcraft?

• Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader

Summary: Stiles has been skipping school lately and the pack is curious to why? A fic where stiles dates a single father with twin boys.

• Void Stiles x Male Reader

Summary: Y/n lives away from society and stumbles upon a fox who is stuck in a hunters trap, he rescues the creature and takes it back home. Not knowing that he brought a demon boy into his home.

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[statticscribbles]

Stiles Stilinski x Male!Reader x Scott McCall

63 and 12

12.Roommate AU and  63.Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

“Roommates.” Stiles hisses and Kira just shakes her head.

“It’s easier to share than try to find a place of our own!” Scott tries to convince Erica when she asks why the three of you always come out together.

“Wait; you share a bed? All three of you?” Boyd and Derek spend three minutes laughing and another five trying to tetris the three of you onto the imaginary queen bed you all share.

“They can’t do it without touching; they have ot touch...”

“What’s wrong with platonic cuddling?” You snap and Stiles agrees.

“Yeah, nothing wrong with that; or platonic morning wood; or the occasional threeway as long as you don’t kiss; or the occasional kiss as long as you use protection or the-” Issac and Theo are grinning at each other.

“Will you all fuck off!!!”

“I believe you.”

“Thank you Jackson! Can’t believe I’m saying that.” Scott and Stiles slump a little relieved the teasing is over.

“I mean you really think Stiles could keep his mouth shut if he ever got a chance to score with his two top crushes?”

“His what?” Scott’s eyes widen as he turns from Jackson to Stiles and back again.

“I take that back; I hate Jackson the most.” Stiles deadpans and you can see Derek sliding Malia five bucks.

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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

HEYYY I read your works n they r just so FUCKING DELICIOUS I love your writing anyways can I ask for a stiles fic, like reader(m) is a werewolf n went into heat and the only person he actually trusts from the pack is stiles so he just bursts into his room in the middle of the night all hot and sweaty and stiles is just dumbfounded until he realised what was wrong and he helps him all night 😋😋 anyway and like end it with some cuddles n stuff if you can, oh and like a shit ton of praise just like mass amounts, plus like biting, scratching maybe a few smacks here and there and that's it! (bottom amab reader pls)

Sorry it was long asf but thank you so much if you do make it 🙏🙏🙏

The way this request made me fall in love with Stiles all over again, thank you so much for requesting! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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[zaceouiswriting]

The elf and his supernatural harem Pt.2

Character: Deputy Strauss x male reader, Stiles Stilinski x male reader, Scott McCall x male reader, Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut

Just as you thought, it took a very long time, especially for the hellhound who fucked you even in the shower. While the human fell asleep about midnight.

In the morning, where the hellhound was tired as never in his life, you send him to bed and went with the human with.

As soon as he stopped at a strange building with multiple of the cars in front that looked like his. Besides all the intimacy you three had in the night, in the breaks, they told you about this world. Also told you that they were peacekeeper. Which was not what you expected. But was still compatible to their different personalities.

You only needed to take one step into with humans flooded building, to know that you were completely out of place. In the eyes of both men, you know were yours, you looked good in your magical produced clothing, even handsome. But still the entire energy in this place was so different from anything you knew.

 „Who is this Deputy Strauss?“, an older man asked the one at your side.

„This is my boyfriend Sheriff Stilinski. He just came back from Europe and can’t stay in our apartment, because Parrish is sick.“

While the blond man besides you, spoke to the man that seemed to have the most power in their hierarchy, he shook my hand, what in this human world, was a gesture to greet someone. Strange, but something you could handle.

And as he did it, a smile was plastered on his face. Not completely genuine but at least it was something. Until he named the other deputy. A strange look, came over his face, while he still looked at me. But said nothing.

„He can sit at your desk, but he is not allowed to look at your computer, understood?“ The man at your side nodded willingly with his head.

It didn’t took long until you both sat at the place where the blond man was working. In the instant you sat down, you thought his job would be interesting, like the similar job on you home world. But no, after an hour you finally came to understand, that he would only sit there, sometimes looking at you, but with his focus on his work.

You on the other hand was bored out of your mind, not long after. That was until two young guys came into the building. Panic, fear and desperation lingering as emotions in the air. Strauss hasn’t felt anything different, because his gaze was still on the monitor in front of him.

„Who are they?“, you asked, while your eyes lustfully were going up and down both of the boys bodies. The right one had a sloping jaw, which let him look differently, but still attractive, while the other one was slim, obnoxiously anxious, his eyes going through the building every few seconds. Never laying on one spot longer than necessary. Not even on you, what you saw as an affront.

„These two?“, Strauss asked, as he nod in their direction. You said nothing just looking at them, which was seemingly enough for the man, „The left one is the Sheriffs son and the right is his best friend. Both have girlfriends in the moment and are under eighteen.“ You could hear the warning in his voice, but you did not care. As long as they are over sixteen, everything in your world is legal. That it is different in this one, does not even occurred to you, until you heard his warning voice.

„I don't care,“ you simply stated, ready to jump up any moment. They vanished into the sheriffs office, just to come out a while later. Walking further into the building itself. You took it as your chance to follow them.

The next room was full with iron grids, like in the dungeons you always searched for new fighter for the arena. For some reason they stood in front of one of the cells, where a third person was standing. An arrogant, self absorbed smile on his face. You liked him, before even spoke to him.

Ignoring whatever the two guys outside of the cell was talking about, you walked over to them. For some odd reason, the guy in the cell, looked at you directly, a knowing look in his eyes, before he looked over you. As you followed his eyes, you saw a machine on the wall. A camera as you knew from Strauss, he told you while he worked that most buildings are full of them, ans save whatever happens in them.

Without a second thought, you cut the cables until the camera hang down. Just to look forward again. The smirk on the guys face, widened as you finally locked eyes with him again.

You slowly got the feeling, that he knew more than he should’ve. But did you care in the moment? Not really, you just walked further to the two guys, who haven’t heard anything suspicious for them at least.

The right one with the sloping jaw had a powerful magical core, while the other one human, just as Strauss was somehow powerful too. Most certainly not his own power, but that wasn’t important.

Luckily you got enough magic from Jordan, to bring a spell on the two, without as much as them noticing you. You could feel them getting pent up just standing there, talking to the guy in the cell. 

Seductively, you let your fingers slowly wander around their necks, making them shudder unter your touch. But the still not turned around, to far into your magic, to do anything on their own.

„I had peasant boys with less education than you two, who put more of an fight,“ you were whispering in their ears. So that they knew, that weak-minded people, got what they deserved. Their clothing vanishing, while you touched them, until both boys were completely naked in front go the guys cell.

At first you appraised their backsides, peachy bottoms, one muscular back, while the other was just slim, the body of an pure body. That was until you let them both turn around. You were shocked, at what the slim boy hid under his pants.

A cock big ans juicy, which almost could rival the hellhounds, while the slightly more muscular werewolf besides him was above average but not by much.

Not longer than your hands gripping their stone hard cocks, you heard both of them moan simultaneously. While both guys took one of your sides for them, you could look directly at the guy in the cell, he leaned against the front of it, against the metal. His arm first and on this his head. His eyes dark from lust, slowly groping himself trough his pants.

For the moment you ignored him completely, bathing in the obvious horniness of the two guys you had in your hands literally.

Slowly to not hurt them or loose the hold of them, you walked backward, pulling them with you, all the while jerking them off. Phasing though the metal of the cell besides the one the other guy was in, sitting both of them down.

Their eyes empty, starring just in front of them. How you missed be in complete power over other people. These two will be not only good for you, but your entire harem. Even with both looking like the would top only, you knew deep down, that the slim one was more of an bottom, while the other was a switch. Completely differently from the two Deputies you already had.

But you wanted your fun too and their magic of course, so they needed to fuck you, to bind them on you. Without any problems, you walked over to the more muscular one, sitting on his cock, as if it was nothing. IN comprising to the hellhound, fucking you for hours, this smaller dick was nothing.

He did not move, did not tried to touch you at all, or anything really. You rode him like he was a toy, only useful for something like this. Right before he came, you poked your hand again, smearing the same rune on the top of his shoulder, like the two other guys under you had on them. As he came in you asshole, you activated the rune, letting it burn in his skin and mark him for you.

As soon as he came from his high and nothing came out of his dick anymore, you walked over to his friend, doing the same for him. But the werwolf came slowly back to his senses.

Though he seemed to be out of his mind, you knew that he wasn’t. He has seen and felt everything that you did to him. His eyes glazing over to you, as you fucked yourself so good on the of his best friends bigger cock. Which actually got some moans out of you, just at how good you could navigate yourself on it.

Sadly the fun come to an end quickly. As it seemed this guy did not get much attention. So he came rather quickly. Not even enough time, to give him the mark, while you were still fucking him. He was the first one, for whom it actually hurt to get it. Because he already came a bit of out of the fog.

Faster than any other guy, he came back to himself, after he got brand marked, almost jolting in the air, if it wasn’t for you still sitting on him.

He was disorientate, looked for any clue he could get, but only saw you. Confused he tried to figure out what just happened, before everything came back. A blush came over his face, as it finally sank in what you just have done.

You only stood up from his dick, pulled your pants back up again and gave them their clothing back as well. They sat there, heavy breathing, while you just walked over to the other guys cell, as it was nothing.

As soon as you did that, he walked backwards, until his back was pressed agains the iron grid. Automatically, your right hand, found its way to his face, slowly and carefully caressing it, while your left hand, began to wander his body down. You could feel his extremely muscular body. Builded like one of these strange human goods for war or something like this.

He was the hottest guy you ever encountered by a long shot. It was insane that he did not had an harem for himself. 

„What do you know?“ The question did not even seemed to be strange for the guy. Ever so slowly, your left hand began to wander more south. Until it has vanished into his pants, feeling for his cock. Which was quite prominent.

It took you a second to find, because his pants already was slightly lowered. But to find its head, that was another problem. All the while his lustful gaze, that at the same time, seemed to tell you, that he was equal to you, laid upon you.

„I called you here,“ he mumbled lowly. His deep voice at first gave you chills, but was soothing and soft at the same time. He really seemed to be god in its own right.

„For what?“

„You know exactly what, but I don’t want to be just a slave,“ his answered was whispered in your ear, kissing it after, nibbling at your earlobe.

„Okay,“ you simply answered, without giving him anything else. You pushed him back against the metal grid. A pained moan escaped his sinful lips, as he did. This time, you poked three of your fingers and painting an abyssal rune on his entire chest. As soon as it was finished and burned into his skin, what he took like it was nothing, he became more confident, stronger and even got taller a couple of inches. Now he was towering over you, which gave you some sinful thoughts.

You took him by his hand and just walked out of the cell. Him walking behind you out of it. The other two guys in the cell beside it, wanted to say something, but as soon as you looked into their direction, they both became completely silent.

„Break up with your girlfriends and then come back to me. In the meantime, you will help me get more people.“ The last part said into the direction of the guy, you still were holding hands with. He simply nodded like the obedient puppy he now is. 

This world could become better than you would’ve ever thought.

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[donny-ember]

Any suggestions?

I finally worked up the courage to write on here! I'm going to try and come up with some story ideas for you lovely readers. But in the mean time any suggestions? I'm planning to write mainly male readers but I'm open to about anything.

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[supercap2319]

Noah Stilinski looks at his sons. He wishes he didn't have to address this topic, but as a father and as a sheriff, it was his duty. "Boys? I think it's time we talk about your... questionable taste in older men, who just happen to be werewolves and related."

Y/N looks at his father. "Technically, this is all Stiles's fault. He's the older brother. I'm just following my big brother's example."

"Oh, that is such bullshit! You're the one who started this by sucking Peter Hale's dick." Stiles said.

"Yeah, but you're the one who was getting fucked by–"

"Okay, enough! You're both guilty." Noah Stilinski said.

"Would it help things if we said Kate Argent turned Peter and Derek to teenagers?"

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[soulofapatrick]

Not That Type of Crush - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You finally get tired of Lydia trying to set you up with girls when Stiles gets in on it

Words: 648

warnings: none I think

Y/N's POV

"You know Kira's had a crush on you since like forever, right?" Lydia tells me as we're sat at lunch.

"OH! Why don't we go on like a three way date?" Allison chimes in, "Scott and Lydia, Me and Isaac and you and Kira."

"No thank you, I'm okay," I brush off the uncomfortableness I always feel when Allison and Lydia try and get me to go on dates with some girls they know. Although Kira's part of the pack I'm not interesting in dating her or any girl in this school. I'm not interested in dating any girl. Full stop.

It took me a while to come to terms with the fact I don't really find girl attractive romantically. I can definitely confirm that they're attractive but I'm not attracted. Oh no, I found out pretty quickly after starting at Beacon Hills High that the guys at this school are very easy on the eyes.

Nearly all of them. Jackson... well, that's a different story. He and I quickly became best friends when he took me under his wing for some reason and introduced me to the pack after he found out I was a werefox.

Let's just say that as soon as I set eyes on one certain brunette who has a tendency to trip over flat surfaces, I was the one to fall. Oh man he was beautiful and I had to advert my gaze before Jackson caught on as Jackson, quite quickly became able to read me. The look that I got was enough for now: lean and attractive with moles scattered across his pale skin, brown hair messy and eyes a deep shade of cognac that made me weak at the knees. I had to grab Jackson's arm when Stiles smiled at me for the first time.

"Y/N?" Lydia kicks me lightly under the table, "Who's this mystery girl on your mind, huh?"

"No-one" I grumble, glaring at my empty sandwich wrapper and luckily for me, before Lydia can probe much more the bell cuts us off and I'm running to my next class to get away.

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"So, Lydia tells me you have a crush on a girl," Stiles pipes up at the end of the day as we're walking across the parking lot towards his famous jeep.

"No. I. Don't." I punctuate every word but my blush gives me away I think.

"You won't even tell me?" He pulls those stupid puppy dog eyes as we stop next to the jeep.

"Stiles!" I finally snap, pushing him against the side of the jeep as his plush and wet lips in that pout send me over the edge. Before I know what I'm doing I'm slamming my lips against his and kissing him, "It's you." I growl, knowing my eyes are probably glowing their werefox green as I pull away, the wild side of me just wanting to claim what is mine.

"Me?" He chokes out and I can't read his eyes like normal, causing me to step away but I don't get any more than one step away before he's grabbing my wrist, yanking me forwards and slamming me against the jeep this time, "You don't understand how long I have wanted to hear you say that." He whispers, lips ghosting mine before he finally kisses me and oh god it's better than I ever imagined. His lips are sweet from the strawberries he was eating last period and his hands are all over me, one tugging at my hair which elicits a small sound from me while the other grips my hip so tightly I hope it'll bruise.

"IT WAS STILES?!" Lydia's shriek has Stiles pulling away from me but not in an embarrassed way, just an interrupted way, "I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER FIGURE IT OUT!"

"YOU KNEW?!" I yell back, causing Stiles to chuckle beside me, "DEAD TO ME!"

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can I request stiles stilinski x male reader

take place way after void has been defeated

plot new student joins the school and he very tall muscular leather wearing bad boy who stiles become whipped for reader ask stiles out and stiles agrees all to excitedly but scott doesn't like nor trust reader you know how stiles usually the paranoid one well this time stiles is not but Scott is you know when Scott get paranoid it bad real bad Scott is having a full on paranoid panic attack that because he can't sense what reader is but Scott know reader not human leading Scott to believe reader is the most dangerous thing Scott and the pack has ever encountered and Scott just suppose to let his best friend be hang around reader absolutely not so imagine Scott reaction to stiles telling him that stiles and reader are going on a date alone all by themselves at night --------- reader is a hybrid between a demon and a hellhound and a nogistue

reader father is a hybrid between a demon and a hellhound reader mother is a nogistue like void

Your wish is my command and I hope I fulfilled your wish. If you wish for a part two tell me and I might do it.

The New Kid

Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader

Set after season three

Stiles sighed as he entered Beacon Hills High School. He had stayed up all night studying for a test that he was ninety percent sure he was going to fail. So Stiles was half asleep as he walked over to his locker where Scott was already there. Waiting for Stiles. But he was looking behind him. “Hey Scott” Stiles yawned as he opened his locker. “Hey Stiles,” Scott said, looking over at Stiles but still glancing over his shoulder. “Who are you looking at?” Stiles asked, looking over Scott’s shoulder. I'm not waiting for Scott to answer him. When Stiles eyes landed on who Scott was looking at, Stiles eyes widened, and he blushed.

He was looking at Y/n. You were new to Beacon Hills. Having moved in a few months ago and joining the high school student body a couple of weeks ago. Y/n was given the name as the ‘bad boy’ by the students. You were pretty tall and muscular despite not being on the lacrosse team. He also wore black leather jackets and jeans. Y/n was kind of a loner because almost everyone was scared of him. Stiles for him hot. Ever since Stiles first saw Y/n. He was in Stiles math class, so he saw you almost every day. “Why are you looking at him?” Stiles asked once he was done gawking at you and looking back at Scott. Who was  still looking at you.

Scott had been watching you ever since you came to the school. He’d watch you whenever he got the chance. His eyes squinted as he basically glared at you. “I don’t know,” Scott said as he started to walk to his first class. As not to be late. Stiles quickly shut his locker and ran to catch up to Scott. “I just get a bad feeling from him,” Scott said as he stopped right outside his classroom. “But he didnt’ do anything,” Stiles said as he stopped right in front of Scott. “I just get a bad feeling from him. Might be instincts. Scott said as he entered the classroom. Stiles couldn't really argue with that. Since Scott was a werewolf, he had some sixth sense to see if someone was evil.

But you hadn’t done anything. You were acting weird. You weren’t connected to any supernatural thing that was happening. Was that what Scott was talking about? Did he sense you were supernatural? Surely not. Stiles was about to ask Scott, but the bell rang, and the teacher entered that classroom. Guess Stiles would have to ask him later.

Scott sighed as he sat in his history class. It was about halfway through the day, and Scott wasn’t really listening to anything any of his teachers have said. He was too busy thinking about you. Scott could tell that you weren’t human, You didn’t smell right. Plus, when he used his wolf sight, he saw some weird red figure around you. It looked like a wild dog mixed with a cat or a fox. Scott couldn’t really tell. Plus, the figure had horns. Like demon horns. Scott could tell from when he was near you that you were powerful. More powerful than anything he and his pack had ever faced. But what were you planning? Nothing weird or supernatural had happened in a while. Were you waiting for the right time to attack.

Were you waiting for Scott to be alone? It was even worse since Stiles seemed to validate you. Scott could hear Stiles heartbeat increased whenever you were mentioned or when Stiles saw you. Did you put him under a spell? Could you do magic? Scott didn’t know. And that scared Scott. Scott knew you were dangerous. But he didn’t know why or how. So, for now, he had to keep his friends safe. Till he could figure out what you were and what you were planning. Maybe Scott could ask Deaton what you were. Or Derek. Someone. He needed to know. But for now, all he could do was wait. And keep an eye on you. 

“So why do you think Y/n is evil?” Stiles asked Scott during lunch. Stiles was eating his lunch as Scott just looked at you. You were actually eating your lunch. Or that’s what Scott thought. Your back was facing the two boys. “I think he’s supernatural,” Scott said as he looked back at Stiles. Leaning closer to the boy and whispering so nobody could overhear them. “So that makes him evil?” Stile asked. He was confused. Just because you were supernatural doesn't mean you were evil. You hadn’t even done anything. Now that made Scott confused. Any other time, Scott said he thought someone was supernatural. Stiles would be paranoid. But now he wasn’t. Scott wondered why Stiles seemed to defend you. 

Scott leaned closer to Stiles to tell Stiles that he thought you might be the most powerful thing they had ever faced. Stiles eyes widened as Scott leaned back down and turned his head to glare at you. Were you evil? Stiles didn’t think so. You hadn’t done or said anything to make anyone think you were evil. But Scott was the werewolf, and Stiles wasn’t. So maybe Scott was right. Stiles leaned his body so he could look at you. Though Scott had told him that you might be evil, Stiles couldn’t help himself from thinking that you were hot. Your hair, eyes, face, body. Everything. Stiles sighed as he went back to eating. 

Stiles ran out the doors of the school as the bell rang. But he stopped when he heard someone call out his name. Stiles turned around, and he blushed as he saw you walking over to him. “Hey Stilinski” you said once you were close enough. “Hey L/n” Stiles said as he tried to keep eye contact. But hell, your eyes were pretty. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?” You asked with a sly smile. Stiles blushed as he heard you and by that smile. Got you were hot. Stiles shook his head to remove his thought, but then quickly nodded. “YES!” Stiles yelled but was then embarrassed by how loud he yelled. You let out a little laugh at Stiles cuteness as you pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. “Call me cutie” you said with a wink as you walked away. 

Stiles looked down at the note and smiled. But Scott was scared. You see, Scott was waiting for Stiles in his jeep. And heard your entire conversation. What were you planning? Why did you want to go on a date with Stiles? Did you want to hurt Stiles? Maybe you wanted to hurt Scott by hurting Stiles? Scott was scared. Maybe he could convince Stiles not to go. Scott was staring into space as Stiles got into the driver's seat of the jeep and placed the note in his bag. “Did you hear!” Stiles yelled at Scott. Shocking him out of his thoughts. “I’m going on a date with the hottest guy at the school!” Stiles was excited. He was going on a date with you. Tonight. The note had a phone number and a time and place for your date.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Scott asked but continued talking before Stiles could answer him. “What if he is evil? What if he’s trying to kill you?” Stiles eyes widened as he realized how scared and paranoid Scott was. Scott and Stiles stayed silent after Scott was done talking. Scott took a breath in before he continued talking “I don’t know what Y/n is, and that scares me” Stiles nodded, telling Scott to continue. And Scott did “let me at least talk to Deaton before you go on a date with him” Stiles nodded as he started the car and started to drive to Scott’s house. Maybe Scott was right? But if Stiles doesn't go on a date now, he may never get the chance to again. Surely, going on one date isn’t bad, right?

How bad could you be? How dangerous could you be? Surely, you were just a werewolf, and Scott was paranoid. Right?

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| Stiles Stilinski x Top male reader

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"A-ah! Fuck! Oh fuck, f- mhhh!"

"C'mon, Stilinski, you can take it, hm?" You mumbled out, your hands placed firmly on his hips, thumbs grazing over his back dimples.

Stiles squirmed a bit under your touch, his legs shaking ever so slightly. "[Name], plea-se, 'm— I can't!" He exclaimed, shaking his head urgently.

After all that stupid pining from the both of you, you had him on all fours, naked, and on your bed. "Aw, don't give up so quickly.." You leaned forward a bit, getting closer to his ear.

"Ghh— shiiittt!" His nails dug deep into his palms, trying to hold his position steady. "Slow! Slow, please, go slow!" He raised his shaky voice a bit. Stiles was breathing heavily, his head still hanging low. Perhaps he was ashamed to look at you.

"I am, don't worry Stilinski, I ain't gonna hurt ya now," you said with a small chuckle, pushing your dick in deeper, going at a much slower pace per Stiles' request.

Stiles suppressed many noises that threatened to leave his mouth, trying to stay quiet. You were playing by Stiles' rules, since he's the one having it rough right now, but that didn't stop you from pulling out slightly and pushing in a little bit deeper at a faster pace.

Fuck. That thing you just did earned a loud whimper from Stiles. His back arched quite a lot and you were in such a great position to witness it.

"God, Stilinski," you breathed out, moving one of your hands up to the back of his neck then slowly running it down along his back as you simultaneously pushed your dick all the way in, now just letting Stiles adjust to it. "You've got one hell of a body," Stiles thighs were shaking as you murmured out compliments, but it soon calmed down because you let him adjust and get used to the feeling.

"And a pretty face. Aren't you just perfect?" And with that comment of yours, Stiles let out a shaky breath, unclenching his fists and taking a moment to relax.

"You ready for me to move yet, or do you want some more time?" You said in a smug tone, both your hands back on his hips. " 'm ready, 'm ready.. yep, you can- move." Stiles responded to you, his voice almost neutral, yet holding some urgency behind it.

" 'mkay," you grinned, pulling out slowly. Agonizingly slowly. "Tell me to stop if you wanna back down,"

As soon as you finished your sentence, you rammed back into him oh so harshly. Maybe you should've went easier but Stiles did say he liked it rough. "I g- Mmhhh! Ah! Fuck!" Stiles tried replying to you, but the way you slammed back into him felt so good, not to say that it didn't hurt at all. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" He moaned out, his voice sounding so sloppy and high pitched.

He grasped the sheets, his fists balling up. So far, your pace was pretty slow and gentle, not including the start of it. "How we doin' Stilinski, you feelin' good?"

"ngghh! yesyesitfeelsgood.. pleasepleaseplease—" he rambled out, placing his forehead against the mattress. "gofasterplease, [name], please." His voice was pretty quiet, quite difficult to make out what he had said. "Awh, use your voice, don't be shy," you teased in an amused tone, really taking in the sight in front of you. "What do you want me to do? I couldn't hear you,"

That was a lie, you most definitely heard him. You just wanted him to be louder - to hear his voice. Everything about him makes you more and more obsessed.

"Please. Go faster, pleaseee.." he whined out, his voice still high pitched. Was he a crybaby in bed? Oh god, the thought of that just turned you on even more. "There ya go," you exhaled, your tone so gentle as you quickened your pace by a lot, holding onto his hips tighter.

It was at this point that Stiles' arms had given out, his shoulders now on the bed as well. The only thing holding him up was you.

"You seem to be doing well, Stilinski, you likin' the position, huh?" You asked, your eyes fixated on the back of his head.

No genuine response, just some loud whimpers and moans.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," you teased, pushing your dick in deeper with every thrust.

Nothing. Again. Just louder moans from your partner.

You let out a sigh as you pulled out, leaving Stiles confused at first. Then you flipped him over on his back, positioning yourself between his legs and continuing from where you left off.

Your hands were on either sides of Stiles, propping yourself up on the bed as you looked down at him. Stiles couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed about this. He was going to turn his head away, but you kissed him so he had nowhere to go.

Your hands moved to Stiles's thighs after the kiss, holding onto them with a tight grip, pulling your lover closer when you thrust in. "Goh— od! Oh for fucks sake!" He cursed out, throwing his head back as his hands found their way to grip your shoulders.

Your hand wrapped around Stiles' dick and you started jerking him off. In response, your boyfriend let out a loud and such a slutty moan. "Fuh— fuck!" In response to the pleasure, Stiles' ass clenched around your dick. "Oh? You like that, don't you?"

Stiles' toes curled as he gritted his teeth. Soon enough he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in closer as you jerked him off and fucked him, at the same time. "Look at you, being such a good boy for me," you muttered out, thumb rubbing over his slit. You started fucking him harder, thrusting deeper. Soon enough, reaching his prostate. When you reached it though, it was pretty obvious.

His nails dug into your back. "[Name], oh god, wait! nghh!~" He sobbed out, arching his back. You looked at him with delight, grinning and hitting the same spot again. "Is that the good spot?" You teased in a gentle tone. He couldn't help himself. The amount of whines and whimpers that left his mouth was insane.

Stiles was a moaning and sweaty mess at this point, his words weren't even coherent and they were all slurred. He left pretty obvious scratches on your back during this. "You're takin' me so good, baby.." you breathed out, your voice a bit hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes, can't believe I get you all to myself," you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"ghhhh, mmmfuccckk.. imgonna.. [name], [name] imgunnacum..—" he barely formed a simple sentence, clearly out of breath. "Go on then, do it," you encouraged him, leaving a hickey on his neck after you responded. Stiles grabbed a fistful of your hair, his dick twitching in your hands as he came and his ass tightening around your dick, the liquid spurring out onto his stomach, some of it getting on you as well.

"Good boy.." you muttered, your pace slowing down ever so slightly, just for a moment. Stiles was still whining and whimpering - he felt a little too overwhelmed after cumming like this and you fucking him.

"Shh baby, just hold out for a little while, okay?" You encouraged in a soft tone, holding back your groans - you were close.

He nodded urgently, biting his lower lip as his grip on your hair loosened slightly. Stiles made eye contact with you, finally. God, the look in his eyes made your dick twitch inside him, not to mention the tears he was holding back.

Of course it was a little painful, but you were doing your best to be gentle with him. Plus, he wasn't really crying, he was just teary eyed.

Your hands moved to Stiles' chest, grasping his pecs. "mggh.." a soft mewl escaping the other's lips. You squinted your eyes curiously, a sly grin spreading across your face.

With that, you pulled out, jerking yourself off til you came with a silent grunt. You didn't want to make Stiles feel so dirty for his first time with you..

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